Behind him, Sero's voice echoed: "Smelly Xiaoyan, believe it or not, I will kick you away right now."
"Tch, can you beat me?"
"Then try it!"
"..."
There was a ping-ping-pong-pong sound coming from inside.[
It's a pity that Tian Junhao has already entered the elevator and can no longer hear the verbal and fist fight between Xiaoyan and Sero.
Xueer walked around the library for a long time before she found An Ying, who was dozing off in a corner holding review materials.
He directly lifted her up with his feet and whispered: "Hey, lazy pig, why are you sleeping in the daytime?"
An Ying woke up with a start, thinking that Tian Junhao had really come to her door, so she jumped up in fright.
Only then did I realize that what was hanging in front of me was the film of Xue'er.
"Huh~~ You want to scare me to death." An Ying grabbed the review materials and sat up straight, a little crazy.
While sorting out the information scattered on the floor, I complained:
"With so much information, I have to see what year, horse and month it is. It would be great if I could get the paper directly."
"What a beautiful idea, you!" Xueer sat down and rolled her eyes at her, then opened the information:
"It's better to keep reading and don't take a make-up exam and embarrass yourself on the Great Wall."
Suddenly, Xueer poked An Ying's waist and pointed to the helicopter outside: "An Ying, An Ying, this seems to be the helicopter your man often rides in, right?"
"What?" An Ying shuddered, looked out of the window, and immediately got up irritably.
He got up and complained, "You bad guy, how can you be serious!"
"Hey, you don't have to be so impatient, right?" Xue'er was puzzled and glanced at her with some contempt.
An Ying couldn't be anxious, because she couldn't hide in time: "I won't tell you anymore. If Hao finds you, just say you haven't seen me, okay?"
Xueer also wanted to ask why, but An Ying suddenly disappeared.
Tian Junhao held a small locator in his hand, looked at the small red dot that was constantly moving on it, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
An Ying ran directly to the women's room at this moment, holding a pile of review materials in her hand.
What the hell! What a tragedy![
An Ying sniffed her nose and thought pitifully: Do I have to spend today in the toilet?
If I had known she would have behaved better, wasn't it just a photo? She is not a stingy person!