Chapter 22: When the Anger Bag Vents His Anger.

Yu Mojia looked at him strangely, and gently spit out two words: "Sofa ......"

Then he sat on the sofa on one leg, took out his mobile phone from his bag, and dialed out.

In a few seconds, it was connected.

"Dance?"

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to get out today. Well, I accidentally burned it. No, no, I live at my friend's house, well, I just met him, I really don't need to come, I'm fine, ......"

I don't know what I'm talking about, but this phone call lasted for an hour.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Mojia raised his head, only to see that the two of them were still standing in place, staring at her.

Yumojia was embarrassed: "...... What's wrong with you guys? ”

Li Viet Nam was a little incredulous, and said in surprise: "If I didn't know that the other party was a woman, I would have suspected that you had a boyfriend." ”

I can talk to porridge on the phone for so long!

You Mojia glanced at Lu Shiqing quickly, and the latter was also looking at her, and hurriedly glanced away: "It's nothing." ”

The three of them watched a movie in the living room calmly, and then went back to sleep in each other's bedrooms.

Because you can't touch hot and cold water if you are burned, Yumojia just scrubs her body and goes to bed.

The simple and ungaudy dark blue bed is no different from the one at home, but it makes Yu Mojia's heart bloom.

Throwing off his shoes, he hugged the bed with open arms, and little by little he moved towards the turtle and climbed onto the bed.

There is also a faint green sandalwood on the bed, like the remnants of the owner's body fragrance.

Yumojia sank deep into the soft and comfortable mattress and pressed under the quilt, and pillowed the soft pillow, and sighed in admiration.

Sure enough, life in the school dormitory cannot be compared with that at home.

Perhaps it was overworked, Yumojia just lay in bed for two minutes, didn't even bother to turn over, and fell asleep face down.

In the living room, it was pitch black, with only a small amount of weak moonlight shining through the gaps in the curtains, making it seem less lonely and dark.

On the soft sofa, Lu Shiqing turned over uncomfortably, adjusted the pillow to a comfortable angle, and tried to fall asleep.

After about ten minutes, Lu Shiqing opened his eyes again, and there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

This time, Lu Shiqing did not close his eyes tightly, forcing himself to sleep quickly, but stared at the light shining on the ground by the moonlight, and gradually became distracted.

In fact, the first time he knew about Yumojia's existence was at the lecture at the beginning of his sophomore year of high school.

At that time, as a freshman representative, she stood on the podium and made a long paper, with clear words, a sweet voice with a slightly baby sound, and spoke for ten minutes, the language was smooth without a pause, and she did not hold the so-called speech in her hand, as if she had said such a speech too many times.

That was the first time he noticed her, sweet and splendid, that was how he knew her.

Later, once again, she came to the class to look for Li Vietnam with crystal tears in the corners of her eyes and crying her nose.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Shiqing's lips hooked, he still couldn't figure out why such a big person could cry all the way to his companions regardless of his image and the eyes of the people around him.

learned from Li Vietnam's mouth that it turned out that he was punished by the physical education teacher for running and couldn't help but be aggrieved, so he cried all the way to talk to him and vented his anger as a venting bag.

In fact, he hated the delicate and weak girl Pear Blossom with rain, but I don't know why, that time he actually thought her was a little interesting, at that time he wanted to ask her: how much perseverance can be used to hug a boy at the door of the class and cry loudly.