She heard it was him and Fanny, and her voice became a little warmer: "Oh, take me to say sorry to Fanny, let's go, there will be many opportunities in the future. [26nbsp;] You two will go and eat by yourself.
, don't worry about me, haha, Li Huan, Fanny is pretty good, you really have a vision this time."
He hung up the phone silently. The familiar voice was still in his ears, but it was thousands of miles away. From now on, will she never see herself again? "Even if she never asks her to break up with Ye Jia again."
"!The days ahead will be passers-by. "No, they should break up, they must break up!
He sat down by the lotus pond, and looked at the people coming and going, but the dried lotus leaves in the lotus pond were not noticed at all. Under a big willow tree opposite the lotus pond, a girl was sitting under her carrying a big schoolbag on her back.
Reading books attentively on the stone stool, and the bustling crowds of people walked by, without knowing each other's existence.
As the days were repeated day by day, Feng Feng felt like fighting. She even got up early and went to the dark with two other students in the dormitory who were also preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. She only went home every weekend.
In the C University, I felt like I was back in my student days. Every day, I heard someone say where the information is good and which tutor has any open classes, and I rushed there like I was afraid of missing a little clue.
Feng Feng devoted himself to the preparation of the graduate exam. He got up early and went to bed late every day, like a spinning top that was spinning desperately, and was losing weight very quickly.
In the first two weeks, Ye Jia was not used to it and went to the dormitory to see it in person. She felt that the conditions were too poor, but she felt that she had to have a study atmosphere at school. Staying alone at home would only make people think randomly and waste time in vain.
,She insisted, Ye Jia couldn't beat her and had to agree.
When Ye Jia returned home one weekend, she saw her sitting on a big chair in the study, tilting her head and falling asleep, her face full of haggardness and her long eyelashes could not cover her dark circles.
He never mentioned the "small report" his mother made to him last time, because the next day, he received a call from his father saying that his mother had drunk too much that day and was just talking nonsense. He was also concerned about this matter.
I don't care much about my mother's character, but as a son, I can get along with me, and I don't want to hurt my mother's heart too much for such things. When my father comes forward to explain, I don't care.
Did my mother really drink too much or fake drink too much? Anyway, Feng Feng didn't mention it to him, so he didn't care about who is right or wrong, and he would be nothing.