After the trumpets replied, the Weibo that broke the news immediately became a hot search.

Su Xiaoli was listening intently in class at the time, and as he listened, he felt his mobile phone vibrating in his pocket.

She glanced up at the teacher who was standing on the podium and was lecturing passionately, and reached out and secretly took out her phone from her pocket.

In the WeChat of her mobile phone, her brother sent her several messages in a row:

"Xiaoli, what are you doing??"

"Have you seen today's Weibo hot search??"

"Breaking the news that your number is not a classmate in your class??"

What is the hot search on Weibo, what is the number that broke the news??

Su Xiaoli looked at the message Su Mu sent to her with confused eyes, and quickly opened Weibo and went up to take a look.

After seeing the Weibo that said that she was being fostered, she couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth.

Looking at it this way, she seems to be really fostered, usually in school obediently, but on Friday night by the rhythm of luxury cars disappeared, Saturday and Sunday are never in the school, and on Monday morning I hurried to class.

Judging from these performances, it is normal for her to be misunderstood.

After Su Xiaoli stared at the Weibo that broke the news for a while, he couldn't help but turn it off directly with amusement.

She sent a message to reply to Su Mudao: "Forget it, leave it alone, this kind of breaking news will sink by itself in a few days." ”

Not long after the message was sent, Su Mu replied, "Well, but what if I miss you??" ”

Su Xiaoli looked at the message he sent, his face turned red, he looked up at the teacher again, and then quickly replied, "Then think about it for a while." ”

"Don't you want me?"

"Brother, can't you be serious?? I won't tell you, I'm in class. ”

After her message was returned, Su Mu really didn't continue to send her messages.

waited until after class to get out of class, Su Xiaoli took his mobile phone out of the classroom, and then dialed Su Mu's number.

"Hey, Xiaoli." The phone was quickly answered, and Su Mu's slightly smiling voice came from the earpiece.

"Brother, what are you doing??" Su Xiaoli stood in the corridor, watching the people coming and going on campus, and asked towards the phone.

"I'm ......" Su Mu's voice paused, and he pretended to be mysterious and said to her, "Guess??" ”

"I can't guess, tell me." Su Xiaoli wrapped the cotton clothes on his body and urged towards the phone.

It was already November, and the weather in Beijing had suddenly become cold, and she stood in the corridor, faintly feeling gusts of cold wind pouring into her neck.

"I'm looking at a photo of Lin Jiu and his son." Su Mu couldn't help laughing and said, "Just now Lin Jiu sent a photo with his son, and the little guy is about to celebrate his first birthday." ”

"Brother Lin Jiu's sons are about to pass the week??" Su Xiaoli suddenly looked at him with some surprise and asked, "So fast??" ”

"Yes, it's hard for him to stay in that B&B hotel for the past few months, trying to get close to Xia Changan, and finally figured out that when he went on the first day, the little boy who took the initiative to hug his thigh was his son." Su Mu chuckled softly and then continued: "What he didn't expect was that their family Xia Changan turned out to be the screenwriter who 'God gave me 50 billion'. ”