Mechelle's eyes widened: "He moved out of the school dormitory, and I didn't know it?!"
Chris flicked the ash from his cigarette and said, "He is a man and has his own career to do. He cannot report everything to you."
Mechelle pouted and studied the address of the apartment for a while. When she turned her head, she found that Chris was already busy reviewing documents.
She frowned with dissatisfaction and protested: "Chris, won't you go with me?"
Chris sighed again, buried his head in the document, and said: "I am also a man, I have my own things to do."
Mechelle gritted her teeth and said nothing. She snorted and turned around to leave.
**.**.**.**.**.**
Luo Xichen and Su Wanqing cuddled tightly together, their lips touching each other, and they were caressing each other. This was a warm and yearning kiss between lovers, without any trace of lust.
Just as the two were enjoying each other, Luo Xichen felt the phone in his pants pocket begin to vibrate.
The apartment was very quiet, and the "buzzing" sound of the mobile phone vibrating was so obvious. Su Wanqing hesitated for a moment, moved their lips together, and said in a soft and soft voice, "You should answer the phone first."
"Don't worry about it." Luo Xichen stubbornly took Su Wanqing back into his arms again, and pressed his lips against her pink cheek.
"But..." Su Wanqing was still a little worried, "What if something important happens?"
"There's nothing important." Luo Xichen took out his cell phone from his pocket, glanced at it, then nimbly took out the battery and threw it on the bed aside.
He turned his face, rubbed her soft skin with the tip of his nose, and murmured: "Nothing is as important as staying with Wan Qing, and no one can disturb us!"
"Let's chat. I want to hear the story of Wan Qing's childhood." Luo Xichen's ice-blue eyes flashed with a thousand colors of glass, and he could only see the person in his arms.
"I-" Su Wanqing had an An Ran smile on her lips and fell into memories, "When I was a child, I was so good..."
**.**.**.**.**.**
"Rongrong, why did you come out to me?"
Sitting in the coffee shop, Ning Junyu was a little absent-minded, staring at his mobile phone from time to time. For three days, Wan Qing didn't take the initiative to contact him.
Shu Rongrong sat opposite, sipping coffee and asked: "Brother Junyu, do you like Su Wanqing?"
Ning Junyu was stunned for a moment, his ears felt hot, and he felt at a loss as if the secret had been discovered. In the end, he nodded and said "Yeah".
A trace of unwillingness flashed across Shu Rongrong's face, she puffed up her cheeks and said, "But Wan Qing doesn't like you. We live in the same dormitory. I know she has a sweetheart."
"Oh...really?" Ning Junyu's voice was a little weak, and he frowned, not wanting the girl in front of him to see his disappointment.
"Of course." Shu Rongrong's heart was filled with hope, and she told everything she knew, just to win the favor of the sweetheart in front of her.
"Wan Qing, she talks on the phone on the balcony every day. She stares at her phone from time to time every day. When a text message comes, she is very happy. People in our dormitory are joking about which handsome guy can win her.
eyes."
Shu Rongrong became more and more energetic as she spoke. When she saw Ning Junyu's increasingly frustrated look, her voice stopped abruptly.