Bai Xia said excitedly, "Well, you grabbed it too. I haven't even seen the cover of the book. At that time, the classmates in our class refused to borrow it. Until now, I don't know the content of the book. "

Ning Xi said: "Yes, and he doesn't seem to write books anymore, he said he has closed his pen."

Bai Xia nodded, "Yes, this is his last book, but I didn't even grab it, so disappointed."

Qiao Yimo was playing with his mobile phone, suddenly raised his eyes, Feng Miao slightly looked at the two of them, and asked: "That one you are talking about is Qing Qing?"

When the words were over, Ning Xi and Bai Xia looked at her excitedly, "Yimo, how do you know? Do you like Qingqing too?" The genius remembered for a second.

Ning Xi and Bai Xiazhen thought that Qiao Yimo could understand their conversation.

Qiao Yimo was slow and timid, with some expression on his face, and his tone indifferent: "It just so happened that during the third year of high school, many people in our class were chasing him, and everything you said seemed to be right!"

Hearing that, Ning Xi and Bai Xia nodded, "Yes, it's a pity that he doesn't publish any more books now, and we can't even get his last book."

Qiao Yimo lowered his eyes as if he was thinking of something and didn't speak.

Then, when the phone rang, Qiao Yimo opened WeChat to take a look.

It was a message from Leng Tiong.

She pressed her pink lips lightly, a little happy.

Ning Xi and Bai Xia noticed her expression and joked, "Yimo, is this your boyfriend?"

"...Hmm." Qiao Yimo hesitated for a while before nodding and admitting.

Ning Xi and Bai Xia were surprised by Qiao Yimo's answer.

They didn't expect Qiao Yimo to admit it so soon. I'm afraid that a group of school boys will be disappointed. After all, the school flower already has a master.

Qiao Yimo didn't think so much about them, so he opened WeChat and said coldly, "Is the new school still used to it?"

Qiao Yimo's finger quickly dropped a few words, "Well, it's okay."

Leng tired: "Spending the night at school tonight?"

Qiao Yimo: "Really..."

After the two words were sent out, the phone rang and the screen turned to the communication.

Qiao Yimo thought about it and picked it up.

In the next second, a deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears, "Momo, what is it?"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, wickedly, "Otherwise?"

Leng Juo laughed angrily, but still kept her voice steady, "Momo, I just called Principal Jin specifically, and he said that there is no compulsory living on campus in the past few days, and you can let you come!"

Qiao Yimo didn't expect this man to call and ask?

Is it childish?

A cold and hoarse voice sounded again, "So you still want to stay, can I think you don't want me at all?"

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo quickly denied what he said, with a lazy voice, "I don't want to."

Leng Tired paused, in a nonchalant tone, "I'm busy, let's hang up first!"

Qiao Yimo thought it was a bit funny. The man was still playing a small temper. Did she want her to coax him?

She coughed dryly, hesitated again and again, then walked aside lazily, trying to soften her throat, with a bit of coquetry, "Are you angry?"

Leng tired: "......"

The man remained silent.

Seeing this, Qiao Yimo is really clueless, and can only use a softer voice, "Actually, I am not used to it, after all, we have all slept together for a long time."

After the words fell, the phone finally rang again, and the voice was low and magnetic, "Why don't you get used to it?"

Seeing that the man finally spoke, Qiao Yimo almost said, "It's not warm anymore." JrNovels.com