After He Mengjie hung up the phone, she felt a little calmer and finally could concentrate on having a meal.
In the afternoon, He Mengjie went to class and met many classmates, most of them from China, and some from Japan and South Korea.
The atmosphere in the school here is very good. He Mengjie's personality has always been carefree, lively and outgoing. In addition, she is tall and beautiful, which quickly attracted the attention of several boys.
Of course, according to He Mengjie's always slow cells, she naturally would not easily receive the electricity from the opposite sex. What's more, she was still thinking about Wenxuan in her heart, so she was even less interested in dating boys.
Another night passed, because she didn't sleep well the night before, this time she slept very heavily. When she woke up, she saw that it was already past six o'clock in the morning, so she hurriedly took her cell phone to look at it.
There was no text message or phone number on the phone, and He Mengjie felt disappointed. Just as she was hesitating whether to call Wang Zihao again, the phone suddenly rang.
That number became strange because of transnational countries, with many prefixes in front, but He Mengjie still recognized the familiar numbers behind it at a glance.
Those few numbers were put together, and they were once engraved in her heart. Even if they were disassembled, she would easily arrange them in that order.
He Mengjie suddenly seemed very excited and answered the phone: "Wenxuan!"
"Little fool." A very familiar voice came from the other side of the phone, and it was still the same tone with |||pet||dormantle, but it seemed a little weak.
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment and immediately asked: "What's wrong with you?"
The other side of the phone was silent for a second, and then a gentle smile: "What's wrong?"
"Why do your voice sound so weak? Are you sick?" He Mengjie's heart immediately tightened when she thought that her Wenxuan might be sick.
"No!" Wenxuan's voice became louder, "I've been running around these days and I'm a little tired."
"Oh..." He Mengjie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little fool, my phone ran out of battery two days ago, and I forgot to bring a charger again. I haven't had time to buy it, so I can't get in touch. I'm sorry." Wenxuan explained slowly.
"Oh, it's okay, I can't contact you anyway. I'm scared and always feel that something has happened to you. Just know that you're fine, I'm relieved." He Mengjie immediately laughed.
"Well... this case is quite complicated. I have been running outside recently and I may not have much time to contact you. Moreover, the time difference between the United States and China is not convenient..." Wen Xuan said this and felt a pain in his heart.
He Mengjie had no doubts at all and replied with a smile: "It's okay, you can do your work first. I will send you an email regularly. When you get back after work, read it slowly. I'll write you one every day!"
Speaking of emails, He Mengjie felt sweet in her heart. She wanted to record every bit of her here and share it with him.
Wenxuan smiled gently. Now on his pale face, it seemed very difficult to smile like this. But He Mengjie on the other side of the ocean would never have thought that her beloved man was so weak now.
"Okay, I will look carefully and read it to Tingyu." Wenxuan said softly, then showed a painful expression on his face, and said with gritted teeth, "A colleague is calling me, let's contact you again afterwards.
.” After hanging up the phone, He Mengjie felt a little calmer and finally could concentrate on having a meal.
In the afternoon, He Mengjie went to class and met many classmates, most of them from China, and some from Japan and South Korea.
The atmosphere in the school here is very good. He Mengjie's personality has always been carefree, lively and outgoing. In addition, she is tall and beautiful, which quickly attracted the attention of several boys.
Of course, according to He Mengjie's always slow cells, she naturally would not easily receive the electricity from the opposite sex. What's more, she was still thinking about Wenxuan in her heart, so she was even less interested in dating boys.
Another night passed, because she didn't sleep well the night before, this time she slept very heavily. When she woke up, she saw that it was already past six o'clock in the morning, so she hurriedly took her cell phone to look at it.
There was no text message or phone number on the phone, and He Mengjie felt disappointed. Just as she was hesitating whether to call Wang Zihao again, the phone suddenly rang.
That number became strange because of transnational countries, with many prefixes in front, but He Mengjie still recognized the familiar numbers behind it at a glance.
Those few numbers were put together, and they were once engraved in her heart. Even if they were disassembled, she would easily arrange them in that order.
He Mengjie suddenly seemed very excited and answered the phone: "Wenxuan!"
"Little fool." A very familiar voice came from the other side of the phone, and it was still the same tone with |||pet||dormantle, but it seemed a little weak.
He Mengjie was stunned for a moment and immediately asked: "What's wrong with you?"
The other side of the phone was silent for a second, and then a gentle smile: "What's wrong?"
"Why do your voice sound so weak? Are you sick?" He Mengjie's heart immediately tightened when she thought that her Wenxuan might be sick.
"No!" Wenxuan's voice became louder, "I've been running around these days and I'm a little tired."
"Oh..." He Mengjie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little fool, my phone ran out of battery two days ago, and I forgot to bring a charger again. I haven't had time to buy it, so I can't get in touch. I'm sorry." Wenxuan explained slowly.
"Oh, it's okay, I can't contact you anyway. I'm scared and always feel that something has happened to you. Just know that you're fine, I'm relieved." He Mengjie immediately laughed.
"Well... this case is quite complicated. I have been running outside recently and I may not have much time to contact you. Moreover, the time difference between the United States and China is not convenient..." Wen Xuan said this and felt a pain in his heart.
He Mengjie had no doubts at all and replied with a smile: "It's okay, you can do your work first. I will send you an email regularly. When you get back after work, read it slowly. I'll write you one every day!"
Speaking of emails, He Mengjie felt sweet in her heart. She wanted to record every bit of her here and share it with him.
Wenxuan smiled gently. Now on his pale face, it seemed very difficult to smile like this. But He Mengjie on the other side of the ocean would never have thought that her beloved man was so weak now.
"Okay, I will look carefully and read it to Tingyu." Wenxuan said softly, then showed a painful expression on his face, and said with gritted teeth, "A colleague is calling me, let's contact you again afterwards.