Oh, God forbid, he doesn't rush back from Europe regardless, triggering another round of climax of Mrs. Rose's dissatisfaction with her.
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Yesi Luo held the note in his hand. The three words in the regular script were slightly cursive, elegant and graceful.
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"The handwriting is well done!" He exclaimed sincerely, looking sideways and vertically, left and right, wasting time.
Cheng Liuli resisted the urge in his heart to beat him up, and tightly grasped the sheets under his body with his pink fists, waiting for his response.
After more than ten seconds, the man Shi Shiran took out her small silver-gray bag from the bedside table in front of the hospital bed and handed it over.
"Diorr's latest model?" he asked very uninterestingly.
Cheng Liuli ignored him and opened the Kun bag to get her phone. She rummaged through it several times and couldn't find it. She poured out all the items in the Kun bag without giving up, including her wallet, key chain, crystal hairpin, and colorless lip gloss.
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There are all kinds of gadgets for little girls, but the mobile phone is missing. Oh no, there is also the little silver dress she put in her bag last night!
Yesi Luo raised his eyebrows and looked at her impatient behavior.
She glared at him, it must be him again!
He took the pen and paper and wrote again, "Where is my mobile phone? And that little dress?"
"I threw away the dress. Are you reluctant to throw away such dirty clothes? Is Chu Yilun very stingy to you? Why don't you follow me from now on? I guarantee that you will wear new clothes every day, and they will never be the same..."
The anger in my heart began to heat up again!
"Oh, there is also a mobile phone? The mobile phone rang all night last night, with at least a hundred missed calls and text messages, and I couldn't turn it off. I just threw it in the trash..."
Cheng Liuli closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the violent ups and downs in his chest. When he opened his eyes again, a beautiful smile spread across his entire face.
Yesi Luo's eyes straightened, she waved, and the latter leaned forward.
A fierce straight hook landed on Yesilo's thin lips like a knife!
——Blood dripped out from the corner of her lips, but it was not his, but the blood from her fist being knocked out by his teeth!
Before Yesluo had time to react, Cheng Liuli rushed over and hit him like crazy.
"Stop - stop - stop -" Yesi Luo hugged her tightly in panic and hurriedly replied, "I haven't lost my phone! I haven't lost my phone! Why are you so incapable of making jokes?
, it’s just a mobile phone, how can it be so desperate?”
Cheng Liuli struggled to break free from his arms, reached out and plucked his somewhat messy hair, and stretched out his hand panting.
Yesi Luo grabbed the beautiful and shiny little hand stretched out in front of him, turned it over and checked the injury. Fortunately, it was just a scratch on the skin, nothing serious. He sighed,
"Didn't I tell you? Don't fight head-on! Look, you have to get hurt every time..."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised the wound to his lips and kissed it. At the same time, before the displacement broke out again, he quickly took out a lemon-yellow lady's mobile phone from his arms and handed it over.
Cheng Liuli grabbed it angrily, opened the screen, fiddled with it skillfully, and flipped through the pages with concentration.
Yesi Luo looked at her intently.
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What she is holding in her hand is a high-end business mobile phone produced by Germany's number one brand, worth more than 200,000 yuan.