Mo Zixuan's eyes turned cold suddenly, and he put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and found that he didn't have his mobile phone with him.

Mi Xiaole handed him her mobile phone with an uneasy face, and when she went out, she felt bad, now that she is fine, she will definitely be completely beaten to hell......

Mo Zixuan took the phone and looked at it more and more, his face became darker, and he suddenly closed his eyes in despair......

"What should I do?" Mi Xiaole asked in a trembling voice.

In her heart, she still hopes that Mo Zixuan can be with Xue'er, one reason is that he likes it himself, and the other reason is that she also wants to take care of Yang Feixue......

Mo Chen knew it was an oolong when he looked at him like this

Jian Junxi is Yang Feixue, Yang Feixue is Jian Junxi, during this time, as long as I think of this, my heart is like a sponge with water.

can't take it away and can't dissolve it, especially when Mi Xiaole has to clean him up from time to time, occasionally, people around him will still mention Jian Junxi.

The ruthless means of killing, saying that he didn't mind at all was impossible, he couldn't understand.

If you want to succeed, there are thousands of ways, why kill people? Besides, she killed more than a little bit......

The more I think about it, the more I feel that my brain hurts, and whatever they toss, anyway, he doesn't express any opinions.

crossed Mo Zixuan, didn't say anything, took the lead upstairs, and prepared to go back to the room.

Mo Zixuan opened his eyes suddenly, his dark eyes were full of waves, and he returned the phone to Mi Xiaole.

His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he didn't say a word, and he turned around and went upstairs......

"Huh...... Zixuan ......" Mi Xiaole shouted uneasily, and this time, he didn't look back.

Mi Xiaole sighed helplessly, looked at the photos on his phone, and whispered: "It's really a wave of unsettled waves......

Don't...... Is there really no fate between the two of them? ”

After Mo Zixuan went upstairs, he picked up his mobile phone and paced around the room anxiously, not knowing whether to call Jian Junxi to explain.

She knew in her heart that there was no need to explain at all, and even if she saw it, she wouldn't care.

However, he really didn't want her to misunderstand him, not at all......

At this time, after Jian Junxi was coaxed by Nangong Jing, he was sitting at the desk to eat......

Nangong Jing glanced at her notebook, she immediately closed it, and opened her mouth in a cold tone: "My computer and my bag, you must not move, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind!" ”

Nangong Jing: "......" is really ruthless......

He pursed his lips, and when he was about to say something, her mobile phone vibrate, and her name was "Mo Zixuan", and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Jian Junxi put down his chopsticks, and when he was hesitating to pick it up, Nangong Jing said lightly: "Take it!" ”

Jian Junxi: "......" wants you to do a lot of things......

Since leaving their house last time, Mo Zixuan has not disturbed her, even after the last banquet, he has not bothered.

She thought, if it wasn't for something important, he shouldn't have hit, pursed her lips, or slid the answer button, and said "um" lightly.

"That...... Rested? Mo Zixuan's tone was implicitly uneasy.

"What's the matter?" Jian Junxi frowned, feeling that his state was not very good.

"That's it...... I want to explain to you that she and I are not what you see! Mo Zixuan opened his mouth in embarrassment.

Jian Junxi narrowed his eyes, as if he was still thinking about something, Nangong Jing deliberately said loudly:

"He's talking about his fiancée and not what you see? They're all hugging each other, isn't it like that, what is it? ”

Mo Zixuan: "......" voice...... It's ..... Nangong Jing......

(End of chapter)