Chapter 13: Damn, I forgot to cut the number

In and out of the words, there is still a little bit of arrogance.

Pei Jingxiu leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light quickly filled the entire room.

Li Qingge looked at Pei Jingxiu, her hand desperately wanted to shake off the coercion, but after working hard for a long time, she didn't get a millimeter, and her hand was tightly buckled by Pei Jingxiu.

Pei Jingxiu didn't move, and looked at Li Qingge like this.

"Release!"

"Don't."

"It hurts."

Pei Jingxiu listened to this, and then reluctantly let go.

"How can Chen Xiao still come out and jump!"

"I'm not in a good position."

Looking at Pei Jingxiu's obedient admission of mistakes, Li Qingge's heart softened.

"What did Brother Yu say?"

"Leave it to him."

"Oh." Pei Jingxiu observed Li Qingge's expression.

"Still angry?"

"It's fine." Li Qingge's thumb was bent against Pei Jingxiu's chin.

"You said you weren't ugly, why don't you have a few good-looking ones!"

The speed of this change was too fast, which Pei Jingxiu did not expect.

"What do you mean?"

"There are good-looking sisters and sisters, and I've thought about it too."

Pei Jingxiu felt as if he had been drenched in ice water.

"You're still angry!"

Looking at the closed door, Li Qingge stared there, crooked his neck.

Small head, big doubt.

Meng Jiahe looked at Pei Jingxiu's gloomy appearance.

"Good fellow, still not angry?"

"Deflated."

"Then you ......"

Pei Jingxiu had already gone down a few steps, then turned around and called out to Meng Jiahe, who was walking up.

"Have a drink?"

"Okay!"

——

In the house, Li Qingge swiped his mobile phone leisurely, and he didn't know if he had his fingers twitched or his brain was confused, so he began to type the word Chen Xiao in the search box, and even pressed search.

Looking at Chen Xiao's Weibo, Li Qingge sighed.

Look at one, huh one.

However, clicking on the comments, Li Qingge's mood has improved a lot.

Netizen 1: I don't look at what I look like, I dare to be three of us.

Netizen 2: My CP feelings are eternal, don't cue.

Netizen 3: Knowing three is the most hateful.

……

Li Qingge looked at the like icon that changed color, and the whole person suddenly sat up, and his little face was wrinkled.

Then look at your nickname, avatar.

The whole person is not good.

"Damn!! I forgot to cut the number. ”

Li Qingge's people are gone, and the confused brain just now is extremely clear at the moment.

She was so jealous that she forgot to cut the number.

"Ahh

"Li Qingge, you fool."

"Why isn't there a cut number?"

In the next second, Li Qingge swiped his mobile phone tremblingly, looking at the contact named Bai Qinghuan, and tried for a long time, but he couldn't press it.

In the end, it was still the other side of the call.

"Sister Qinghuan, I'm sorry, my hand slipped, and I liked it."

Bai Qinghuan looked at the hot search list, and there were already entries about Li Qing's singer slippery.

"It's okay, it's okay, netizens will understand you."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

When he finally hung up the phone, Bai Qinghuan was still comforting Li Qingge.

Li Qingge looked at the hot search list, and felt annoyed in her heart.

Are those marketing accounts equipped with positioning on her?

One by one, the efficiency is so high.

There are also those people who eat melons, this big night, one by one, they don't sleep!

Wen Youning came out to drink water, looked at the direction of the light, thought about it, and walked over.

Seeing Pei Jingxiu and Meng Jiahe drinking selflessly, he was really reluctant to bother, but looked down at his mobile phone.

"Pei Jingxiu, Sister Qingge is on the hot search again."