Han Xiaorou's angry shout came from outside the door. Anke chased after him, but Qiao Yufeng just laughed.
We haven’t seen each other for several years, but you are still influenced by me. What does this mean?
When Han Xiaorou entered the elevator, a cool and slightly angry voice finally appeared on her phone.
"Who is that man?"[
Han Xiaorou held the phone and was stunned for a moment before remembering that she was still answering the phone.
Moreover, this person is Guan Chengge.
She took a breath and barely suppressed the irritability in her heart, and said calmly: "It's nothing. I'll go home and help you find your bag now."
After saying that, he wanted to give up, but Guan Chengge shouted again: "What I'm asking is, who is that man?"
Guancheng Ge's voice also started to smell bad.
She hung up on him for no apparent reason, and when she called him again, it was still the same man's voice.
And it had been a long time since her temper had been so bad.
If it was an ordinary person, how could it affect her all at once?
"Chengge, I don't want to talk at all right now. Just tell me your address and I'll have someone send it to you."
She watched the elevator go down level by level, and her heart sank little by little.
Qiao Yufeng, what is he doing when he comes back?
He also deliberately faced her with that ambiguous attitude. Did he deliberately want to see her go crazy?
That psycho, pervert!
She scolded him fiercely in her heart, but she heard Guan Chengge's voice grow low.
"You can bring it to me personally, 'a cup of wine.'" After saying that, he hung up without waiting for her reply.
Han Xiaorou glanced at her phone, frowned, turned and walked towards the parking lot.
When he returned to Mengyuan, he didn't see Meng Xingming and Mo Li either.
I heard that Mo Li had become accustomed to following him to attend classes recently. She was in a bad mood and was too lazy to look for him by herself.
He ordered someone to find Guan Chengge's bag, while he took a horse and ran outside for a while.[
When he stopped, he sat high on the horse and was in a daze.
Thinking of the past, remembering my childhood.
At that time, it was almost a joke, saying that in fifteen years, she would marry Nan Xize.
At that time, Qiao Yufeng said with a stubborn face that he should be the one Xiaorou wants to marry.