Chapter 151: Does Xiaomian know how to Kiss the master? 9
The torn clothes told her that they were no longer wearable, as if she could never be the Su Xiaoxiao she was before.
In desperation, she could only wear an i dress, a pair of ordinary sneakers, put on a down jacket, and walked out of the room nondescriptly.
"Miss Su, where are you going?" Aunt Tao came back at some point.
"Oh, I have to go to school." Xiaoxiao answered truthfully.
"Then, I'll ask Lao Chen to drive you."
"No, there is no class in the morning, so I'll take the bus back by myself. What's more, if someone suddenly drives me, it will arouse others' suspicion."
After hearing this, Aunt Tao was slightly startled and said politely: "Well, it's up to Miss Su. However, please remember, Miss Su, that when Mr. Han comes back, you must wait for him here."
"I've written it down." After saying that, he opened the door with a smile and left in a hurry.
As the days passed, Xiaoxiao was fortunate that as long as she was obedient, Han Murphy was quite gentle to her.
At night, I always hug her gently to sleep, and sometimes tell her a few cold jokes that are not funny at all.
What makes her even more happy is that Han Murphy is very busy at work and often travels on business.
As long as he is not around, her life is bright and sunny.
Today is Friday, and Han Murphy took a flight to Hong Kong early in the morning, which means: this weekend, she can do whatever she wants.
Coincidentally, it was someone's birthday in the student union that day, and the birthday boy invited everyone out to eat hot pot.
With the thought of not eating for nothing, Xiaoxiao went along without even thinking about it.
When Han Murphy called, she was having fun with her classmates and didn't hear the ringtone at all.
When she remembered to check her phone, it clearly showed: 10 missed calls.
When she saw the number, she was so frightened that she even dropped the half-bitten cuttlefish balls on the table.
Putting down her chopsticks, she randomly found an excuse, grabbed her bag, rushed outside, and dialed Han Murphy's number.
"Hey, do you have a problem with me?" In the cold winter at the end of December, her hand holding the phone was sweating.
"Where is it?" Han Murphy's voice was always calm and indifferent, and there was no hint of displeasure.
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