Qiao Mo shook her head, only feeling that people nowadays can really do anything.
Even selling rice grains...
But such things, tens of thousands at a ti, shouldn’t be worth much, right?
She turned around and walked towards the bedroom, calculating that in a few days, she would have to head off to the second qualifying round of Milan Fashion Week.
If she’s estimated correctly, this ti it should be nswear.
Generally speaking, nswear is simpler than wonswear and requires less ti.
Putting nswear first and eliminating most people gives them enough ti to consider work and graduation projects, it’s indeed more reasonable.
Qiao Mo suddenly stopped as she walked downstairs.
How co those nas seem to be all people who confessed to her!
How could it be such a coincidence?
Could it be Fu Nancheng...
The thought made Qiao Mo’s face turn green.
Could it really be him?
He claims that as a petty man he wouldn’t settle scores with those people.
But if it really is him, this man is just too childish!
Thinking this, Qiao Mo rushed upstairs, put down her things, and went to the balcony to call Fu Nancheng.
"Hey, are those little advertisents at school posted by you?"
"What advertisents?"
"Just... those little ads."
"Which ones?"
"You!"
Qiao Mo sighed, covering her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "Those erectile dysfunction treatnts and... and selling rice grains..."
"Can’t hear clearly."
Qiao Mo, quite upset, spoke up again, "Erectile dysfunction treatnts and... and selling rice grains..."
"What?"
Damn it!
"Fu Nancheng, are you deaf!"
He curled his lips, casually saying, "Not deaf, just wanted to hear you call my na."
Qiao Mo froze for a mont, really...
"Was it you who did it?"
"Am I that kind of boring person?" Fu Nancheng denied without a trace.
"Really not you?"
"I’m not that petty."
Listening to his earnest denial, Qiao Mo really couldn’t tell for a mont.
But it’s too much of a coincidence.
"So quick to call , missed ?" Fu Nancheng seed in a good mood.
"Who’s thinking of you."
Qiao Mo denied disdainfully and then abruptly hung up the phone.
The face of the man inside the car instantly turned dark.
That damn woman!
She actually hung up on him again.
Qiao Mo turned around and bumped into Yu Qianxun at the door, froze for a mont, "Qianxun... when did you get here?"
Yu Qianxun froze for a bit and then laughed, "Oh, I just got back, were you on a call?"
Qiao Mo nodded, "Yeah, with a friend."
"Xiao Mo... your... your neck?"
Her heart skipped a beat, Qiao Mo quickly covered her neck and dashed to the bathroom, "Mosquito bite."
The bathroom door was quickly shut tightly.
Yu Qianxun looked at the tightly closed bathroom door, then glanced at the white phone on Qiao Mo’s bed.
...
In the bathroom, Qiao Mo stared at the kiss mark on her neck, her brows knitted.
She tried to cover it with powder, but it was completely futile.
Really... outrageous!
How was she supposed to et anyone?
After struggling for over ten minutes, the pink kiss mark finally seed to fade a bit.
Qiao Mo gently put down the powder, thinking of that scene in the car today, feeling a little dazed.
Can soone really get used to doing sothing repeatedly?
Like kissing, kiss enough and you just get used to it...
Or like a bed, with one more person she can still ultimately sleep.
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