After those few accounts responded, the Weibo post that broke the news immediately became a hot search topic.
Su Xiaoli was listening intently in class. As he listened, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.
She raised her head and glanced at the teacher who was standing on the podium giving a passionate lecture. She reached out and secretly took out her mobile phone from her pocket.
In WeChat on her mobile phone, her brother sent her several messages in succession:
"Xiao Li, what are you doing??"
“Have you seen today’s Weibo hot searches??”
"Revealing that your account number is that of a classmate in your class??"
What's the hot search on Weibo, what's the account that broke the news??
Su Xiaoli looked at the message Su Mu sent her with confusion, and quickly opened Weibo and took a look.
After seeing the Weibo post saying that she was being kept by someone, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.
Looking at it this way, it seems that she is really being taken care of. She usually goes to class obediently in school, but on Friday night, she is driven away by a luxury car and disappears. She is never in school on Saturdays and Sundays. She goes to school early on Monday morning.
Rushed to class again.
Judging from these performances, it is normal for her to be misunderstood.
After Su Xiaoli stared at the Weibo post that broke the news for a while, he couldn't help but close it in amusement.
She sent a message in reply to Su Mu: "Forget it, don't worry about it. This kind of breaking news will sink by itself in a few days."
Not long after the message was sent, Su Mu replied: "Well, but what should I do if I miss you??"
Su Xiaoli looked at the message he sent, his face turned red, he raised his head and glanced at the teacher again, and then quickly replied: "Then think about it for a while."
"Don't you miss me??"
"Brother, can't you be more serious? I won't tell you anymore, I'm in class."
After she responded to this message, Su Mu stopped sending her messages.
It was not until after class that Su Xiaoli took his mobile phone out of the classroom and dialed Su Mu's number.
"Hello, Xiaoli." The phone was quickly picked up, and Su Mu's slightly smiling voice came from the receiver.
"Brother, what are you doing??" Su Xiaoli stood in the corridor, watching the people coming and going in the campus, and asked towards the phone.
"I..." Su Mu's voice paused, pretending to be mysterious and said to her: "What do you think?"
"I can't guess, tell me quickly." Su Xiaoli wrapped himself in a cotton coat and urged towards the phone.
It was already November, and the weather in Beijing suddenly turned cold. Standing in the corridor, she vaguely felt the cold wind blowing into her neck.
"I was looking at the photos of Lin Jiu and his son." Su Mu couldn't help laughing and said, "Just now Lin Jiu sent a photo of him and his son. The little guy is about to celebrate his first birthday."
"Brother Lin Jiu's son is almost a week old??" Su Xiaoli suddenly asked him in surprise: "So soon??"
"Yes, it's hard to believe that he has been staying in that bed and breakfast hotel for the past few months, trying every means to get close to Xia Changan, and finally figured out that the little boy who took the initiative to hug his thigh on the first day he went there was him.
He has a son." Su Mu chuckled and continued: "What he didn't expect even more was that their Xia Changan was actually the screenwriter of 'God gave me 50 billion'."
