Jiang Hongxia's eyebrows lowered slightly, and her eyes drifted over the call records of Liu Qingyi in the past few days.

In addition to some classmates and friends, there are even half of the contacts, and the names displayed are all Nalan Yunxiao! How can this not make Jiang Hongxia suspicious.

Holding the mobile phone in her palm, her figure stood in place, and she hesitated back and forth and lowered her head for a while, and finally her eyes were slightly condensed, Jiang Hongxia seemed to have a firm idea in her heart, spread her palm again, and wrote a text message with a tentative meaning, imitating Liu Qingyi's tone, and sent it to Nalan Yunxiao.

Outside the glass window of the villa's corridor, the leaves of the sycamore trees rustle in the wind, stirring a slightly depressed sense of melancholy. Jiang Hongxia's eyebrows and eyes flickered, her eyes looked into the distance, patiently distracted and waited, but the fluctuations in the depths of her eyes seemed extremely complicated.

St. Feeton's College, at the main entrance of East Boulevard.

A gray-and-white bus drove by, slowly stopping at a small bus stop next to the school gate. As the car door opened, Tang Yating, who was dressed casually in a yellow long-sleeved T-shirt with a hooded T-shirt and blue shorts, walked out of the car with hurried steps, and then walked straight to the school gate with her eyes.

"Hey. Feed! Tang Yating. ”

Just as Tang Yating stepped into the gate of the public college, at the corner of the street tree not far away, a familiar soft cry suddenly came from the corner, but the girl Daimei couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and then her footsteps froze in place.

As the voice of the call fell, a moment later, a handsome young man in a white shirt ran in front of Tang Yating in small steps. The girl raised her head lightly, and what caught her eyes was Mo Qingfeng's still warm smile.

"Eh, I haven't seen you for a day, are you okay? Yesterday, what happened, you didn't do anything, right? That hairpin ......"

Mo Qingfeng stopped, put his hands in his pockets again, looked at the girl in front of him with half concern and some indifference, and asked again and again.

"The hairpin is still with me. I'm fine. ”

After a moment of slight intersectional with Mo Qingfeng's eyes, Tang Yating's heart suddenly felt a little tingling, and for some reason, she unconsciously lowered her head and replied in a light tone.

It seems that her mood is a little depressed because of the things in the morning, and even Mo Qingfeng, who is smiling at herself, looks a little like ignoring her.

"Oh-"

It seems that for Tang Yating's equally bland answer, Mo Qingfeng, who is not very comfortable, has not yet reacted, and Mo Qingfeng, who is not very comfortable, looked away, and responded lightly, and then his face changed slightly, looking like he was hesitating and saying what he was going to say next.

"Well, you're looking for me, maybe that's just to ask me this, right?"

Seeing that Mo Qingfeng suddenly fell silent, Tang Yating moved her steps slightly, and she was a little hesitant.

Originally, she was in a hurry, wanting to find Tong Beibei to explain about Nalan Yunxiao, but at this moment, Mo Qingfeng suddenly broke in halfway, which naturally interrupted her anxiety. So frowning slightly, she had to take the initiative to raise her head and ask.

"Of course not. That's, actually, it's me, I have something I want to ask you to come. ”

Although Mo Qingfeng lowered his head and his gaze fell on Tang Yating's delicate face again, the flickering and wandering in his eyes still showed some discomfort and apprehension in his heart.

After all, this kind of thing makes him a big man speak, and he always feels a little embarrassed. If it weren't for Huang Yun's repeated persuasion before his family's departure, he probably wouldn't have agreed.

"Well, have something to ask me for? I'm an ordinary girl, except that I may be a little better than you in my studies, what else can I do to help you? ”

"Why do you say that, I think you're very unusual."

Tang Yating's words with a little stupidity, mixed with three points of doubt and seven points of self-deprecation, fell into Mo Qingfeng's ears, but he couldn't help but smile, and then hurriedly answered, and shook his head to deny it.

"Really? Okay, you say, what's the matter. ”

was slightly satisfied with the sentence "unusual", Tang Yating's mood was always gloomy, and then it began to clear up faintly. She raised her eyebrows lightly, and her eyebrows began to stare at the handsome young man in front of her.

"I hope that tomorrow you can accompany me to Tingshan again."

"Huh? Why, isn't it good to give you tutoring at home? Why do you have to spend hours more driving to go that far? ”

Although Tang Yating had a soft spot for Tingshan, she was still quite surprised when Mo Qingfeng's slightly embarrassed request and proposal fell. Even in the depths of her heart, she didn't think about refusing, and even vaguely revealed an indescribable joy.

"That, I heard you say last time in Wanghai Pavilion, your literary level is quite good. So I thought you'd like to write a song for me. ”

"Huh? Write a poem for you? ”

As soon as Mo Qingfeng's strange words fell, Tang Yating couldn't help but be surprised again. She looked at the former with a puzzled face, a look of embarrassment that she didn't understand what was going on.

"Well, but it's not the kind of classical Song Ci or something. I mean, the lyrics. Do you know how to write? ”

Taking a deep breath of the slightly warm fresh air, Mo Qingfeng's handsome eyebrows trembled inexplicably, and stared at Tang Yating intently, Seeing that the girl's cheeks were slightly red, like a ripe apple, so untouchable.

"I—I don't know, I've never written lyrics. And, why do you suddenly want to write lyrics, do you want to record songs? You're still a singer, aren't you? ”

Tang Yating's footsteps slightly unconsciously took a small step back, and her heart became slightly worried.

After all, she still didn't know what Mo Qingfeng was planning to do, and it wasn't until now that she realized that while she didn't know when she was pretending to be a relationship in her heart, she even knew very little about the other party.

Tang Yating's last successive questions caught Mo Qingfeng off guard, and she immediately didn't hold back and laughed softly and helplessly. He didn't expect Tang Yating to be able to guess so much at once. However, after a moment of calm, he shook his head truthfully in reply.

"You think too much, what kind of singer am I, I can't sing. However, I will ask you for help, and it is indeed for the purpose of recording songs. ”

"I don't understand. Are you, do you want me to write lyrics for someone else? ”

Seeing Mo Qingfeng's strange embarrassed appearance, Tang Yating did not have the urge to laugh as usual in her heart, but continued to look at him intently. Because she needed to get an accurate answer.

"There are some things that shouldn't have been told to you right now. But looking at you like this, if you don't get to the bottom of it, you won't be willing to help? ”

Mo Qingfeng finally struggled to ask more, obviously still hesitating and expecting that Tang Yating could give up her original intention of asking to the end, and choose to help herself unconditionally. But soon he laughed at himself in his heart, after all, he was not his own person, and it was indeed too whimsical to ask her to agree to help him in a daze.

"Wait a minute, if it's really about other people's privacy, then you better don't talk about it. Isn't it just writing a lyric, I'll try. ”

"So, you're okay?"

Pursing her red lips and listening quietly to Mo Qingfeng's narration, at the end of the words, Tang Yating seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then slowly shook her head, she seemed to be aware of the helplessness in the former's tone, so she smiled with relief.

Seeing this, Mo Qingfeng nodded hurriedly, grinning and confirming with a smile.

"Well, you're going to ask me for help, I'm going to have to behave well, right? Well, although I love to listen to songs, it's the first time I've written lyrics, so don't rely on me if it's not good to come out when the time comes. ”

Looking at Mo Qingfeng's relieved smile, Tang Yating's heart was also a little satisfied. But after all, she wasn't very sure about this kind of thing, so she said ugly things in front.

"It's okay, thank you for your willingness to help anyway. Let's go, see you tomorrow. ”

Mo Qingfeng seemed to be anxious about what else to do, so he spoke a little quickly, and after waving his hand to Tang Yating, he turned around and ran away without looking back, leaving only the girl who was still stunned in confusion, and her crystal eyes looked a little unnatural.

"What, just go now? I'm in a hurry, and I'm not in such a hurry to leave. ”

Tang Yating pouted, looked at Mo Qingfeng's tall back gradually running away, and silently chattered and complained a few words, then she turned her head with a light sigh, pondered for a moment, and then took another step and walked briskly towards the women's dormitory building of the public college.

Mo Qingfeng quickly walked through the tree-lined paths of the academy garden, and finally stopped next to a pavilion corner at the corner at the end, sat down casually, and then took out his mobile phone. His gaze fell on the time displayed on the screen, and then his slightly condensed gaze quietly loosened, and then he slowly breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I still had time to rush to the hospital before I was discharged from the hospital."

Holding his chin lightly with one hand, Mo Qingfeng's brows furrowed slightly, he stared at an unread text message displayed on his mobile phone, his eyes wandered and hesitated for a while, and finally chose to open it.

And the person who wrote the letter in this text message turned out to be Fang Ziyin.

"However, although the mixing of music and lyrics has been completed, the composition is still missing. Who am I going to ask for help......

Still chattering with sorrow in his heart, Mo Qingfeng's eyes began to fall on the text message from Fang Ziyin. And when he finished reading the contents, the eyes, which were still a little chaotic, actually became clear in an instant.

"Qingfeng, I have something very important to tell you, can you come out and meet me at noon? It's about some of the things that happened between your mother and the Liu family. ”

"Fang Ziyin, how could she-"

Mo Qingfeng, who was sitting quietly in the corner of the bench, stood up the moment he read the message sent by Fang Ziyin, and said to himself in surprise with his eyes. Obviously, he was extremely shocked and bewildered that the latter would suddenly say this to him.