Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Knife on the Head of the Color Word
Aiqingping: You've become dirty
Rain and cold: 『Raise your eyebrows』
Ai Qing Ping: Ah, say, who the hell actually took you to ruin and return my innocent little white rabbit to me.
Rain and Cold: ......
Yuhan was also happy, she seemed to be really dirty, and she also wanted to know who took her badly, well, she was an old driver.
Yu Hanhan: I've always been an old driver.
Aiqing Pingshen: Sensei give me nonsense, what the hell is going on in the morning!
Rain Chill: Uh-uh
Aiqing Ping: Confess leniently, resist strictly『Kitchen knife』
Yu Hanhan: Okay, Mo Chuhao is just like you.
Aiqing Pingshen: What is the same?
Yu Hanhan: Find me to act, helpless
Yuhan was angry when he thought of the email, the dead man must have wanted to fix her, anyway, in the quid pro quo, he didn't say that he couldn't tell the others.
Aiqing: So you're not pregnant?
Rain and cold: nonsense 『white eyes』
Yuhan moved the mouse, and secretly thought, it is better for Aiqing to say it and find a lot of trouble for Mo Chuhao.
Aiqing: After I left last night, did you finish abusing my father?
Yu Hanhan: Hey!
Aiqing: What's wrong, did my dad take the money to let you leave me? Doubts
Yu Hanhan: Your father gave me a large sum of money to leave you, and you said I should choose......
Aiqing Pingshen: Naturally, he resisted death.
Rain and cold: what kind of sports car?
Ai Qing Ping: What?
Mo Qingjue's brain turned for a while before she realized what she was talking about...... Which sports car do you think I should choose?
Sweat!
Aiqingping: You shouldn't really say that, right?
Yu Hanhan: Ahh
Ai Qingping: Nonsense, it's obviously an empty glove white tiger
The corners of Yuhan's mouth twitched, and she said in disguise that she was a tigress?
Rain and Cold: ......
Ai Qing Ping: I said a long time ago that my mother would give you even a dime, and she insisted on my dad to raise her eyebrows
Rain and cold: thousands of years old and ......
Aiqingping: Then what's the matter with you and my uncle?
Yu Hanhan: Help each other, he looked for me to act.
Aiqing Ping: That ......
Yu Hanhan: Which one?
Mo Qingjue gritted his teeth, snapped out a few words, and pressed enter to send.
Ai Qingping: That is, did my little uncle have that you that night?
Yuhan was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the computer screen, and involuntarily remembered what happened yesterday morning.
She also thought that he had done something to herself, but no one else did anything, but made a big oolong herself.
It is said that Mo Chuhao is so handsome when he closes his eyes, which is different from the sharpness he gives when he opens his eyes, but gives her the illusion of being as warm as jade.
Involuntarily blushed.
Yu Han on this side was in a trance, and Mo Qingjue on the other side of the computer almost dropped his mobile phone.
Is this a difficult question to answer, and she has to think about it for so long?
Mo Qingjue only felt that his blood was surging, and he punched the bed.
It's him, it's he who hurt Yuhan.
Why did he ask Yuhan to act, and why didn't he break in that night?
Just now she said that she was just acting, so she wanted to swallow her teeth as if nothing had happened.
Yu Hanhan: What's wrong with you, in the middle of the night, why are you so moving?
Aiqingping: I'm sorry.
Rain and Cold: ???
Aiqingping: I'm sorry, I hurt you, I will definitely get justice for you.
Yuhan hurriedly flipped through the record, sweating, she was just thinking about things, and sure enough, there was a knife on her head, which confused people's hearts.
Yu Hanhan: What are you thinking, nothing happened that night [wipe sweat]
Aiqing: Are you lying to me?
Yu Hanhan: Stupid! Trick you into giving money?
A huge joy came overwhelmingly, and Mo Qingjue hugged the mobile phone and kissed the mobile phone violently.
Yu Hanhan: I didn't expect you to care about me so much, I'm really touched.
Aiqing Pingshen: Cut, how good I was to you when I went to college, I could move the heavens and the earth, but I didn't move you?
Yu Hanhan: Look at the cow b for you, you dare to move the old lady to try!
Aiqing Ping: ......
It's obviously a very sensational painting style, why did it suddenly change, this is obviously his patent!!
Yuhan glanced at the time, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, so late!!
Yu Hanhan: Aiqing, I'm so sleepy, can I talk about it tomorrow? I can't open my eyes~ 『Grievance』
Aiqing: Okay
Almost at the same moment, Yu Hanhan directly sent out 88, and the avatar instantly dimmed.
Coherent.
Even if Mo Qingjue is calm, his face has elongated, is he so impatient?
It's like he's a flu virus.
Mo Qingjue complained, his eyebrows and eyes were still raised, and the big stone in his heart was put down.
For the past two days, his mind was full of this matter, and he even thought that he could be responsible for her if she wanted to.
He had hoped for the worst.
He was the one who hurt her, and I'm sorry for her.
However, the surprise came unexpectedly, and there were many things he didn't know.
For example, how did she hug her uncle in the first place, and what happened when she stayed in her grandfather's house with her uncle...... He didn't know any of that.
But he felt that none of this mattered, as long as she was okay, it didn't matter.
The stone in my heart was put down, and I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and a sense of sleepiness came over me.
Yuhan chatted with him for a while, ran away from insomnia, was sleepy to death, yawned and turned off the computer.
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Narrating:
Ye Bai Feng looked happy: I met an old guy on the side of the road today.
Mo Qingjue yawned: Just this matter, it's worth yelling at? I was trapped in the middle of the night.
Ye Bai Feng: You don't know, he's amazing, he can tell fortunes.
Mo Qingjue was excited when he heard it: Really? Is that accurate? Give me the math too.
Ye Bai Feng's disdainful eyes: Nonsense, maybe the old paper can let him count? The old man did a good calculation, so I specially asked him to calculate it for me.
Mo Qingjue: What is it?
Night Bai Feng's eyes lit up: Peach blossom luck!
Mo Qingjue: Uh-uh, just like you?
Ye Bai Feng: What's wrong with me like this?
Mo Qingjue: No, it's nothing, the night is white and Chinese New Year's Eve and eight, it is the white tender tofu dregs.
Ye Baifeng kicked away: You are a tofu scum, and the labor paper is obviously a flower.
Mo Qingjue smiled shyly: A trumpet flower!
Ye Bai Feng sneered: Believe it or not, I'll lock you up in a small black room when I turn around?
Mo Qingjue: Well, if you don't agree with each other, you will close the small black house...... Let's change the subject, what the hell did he say to you?
Ye Bai Feng: I asked him if my peach blossom luck will be very prosperous this year?
Mo Qingjue: What did he say?
Ye Bai Feng's face was unfathomable: he thought about it for a moment and said, "Wang! ”
Mo Qingjue: ......
Mo Qingjue blinked his big eyes, how could he feel that he had been tricked?
Ahhhh
In the middle of the night, he slept soundly, but he was shouted by this madman, and her old friend naturally only said "Wang" if the peach blossoms were prosperous......