‘Tuk Tuk Tuk’

There suddenly came a knock behind the door, and Xu Xuan turned the chair over. He looked at the door and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Qiao Jian stood outside the door. "Sister Xu Xu, if it's all right, I'm off work."

Lifelike eyes glanced at the time displayed in the lower right corner of the computer, more than five o'clock, then she nodded to Qiao Jian, "OK."

Then she leaned the chair to the desk, lowered the glass, and picked up her cell phone.

The screen was full of information, all of which came from words, and there were several missed calls.

She looked at the message first, and every message of Mr. Yan was intimidating.

Xu Xu couldn't help bending his lips, his eyes went all the way down to the last one.

"What to do, I can't wait to hug your naked body."

"..."

It's here again, and this time it's so explicit and so unrestricted. The lifelike face is even darker than the bottom of the pot.

She didn't plan to ignore Master Yellow's yellow text message, exit the text message interface, and check those missed calls.

Four missed calls, one utterly talked about, one Jiang Zhuoheng, two Zhou Shuang.

Seeing Zhou Shuang's number, Xuxu counted it in her heart. She hadn't seen her for quite a few days. Since the last drag racing incident, Zhou Shuang has never looked for her.

This guy has been fascinated since he returned to China, otherwise he would harass her every day or he wouldn't hear for a long time.

Thinking about it, she called Zhou Shuang back in the past, and her Majesty was hands-free.

After a few beeps, I answered the phone over there. "You finally called me back. If you don't call me back, I will go to your company to find you."

As expected, Ms. Zhou's voice is still so energetic. She is open hands-free, and it is estimated that anyone outside the office can hear it.

She frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Any appointment?" Zhou Shuang asked back.

"..." He was so speechless that when he answered the phone, he said something so urgent, she thought that she had something important to tell her, and she said angrily: "No appointment."

The last time I made an appointment with the police station, I didn't make an appointment with her.

Zhou Shuang smiled indifferently over there, "I heard that your man hasn't been home recently. We haven't met Ji for a long time. Don't take advantage of it tonight?"

Dark face, "In some ways, I think you are a perfect match."

It's the same hooligan into the bones.

"Hang up, bye!"

After waiting for Zhou Shuang to say something, Xuxu had hung up the phone. In the communication record, she looked at the missed call of Jiang Zhuoheng, hesitated for a moment, and dialed back.

As soon as they got through, they picked up over there. Jiang Zhuo's constant voice came. "Lifelike."

"A Heng, you called me, and my call was muted in the afternoon and I didn't see it." Xuxu explained briefly.

Jiang Zhuoheng said, "I just want to ask you how you are doing recently."

Every time I heard Jiang Zhuo Wenrou's greetings, the vivid heart was painful and heavy.

How can she let A Heng let go? She is the person who most hopes that he will let go, but also the person who has the least qualifications and position to tell him to let go.

She pretended to be relaxed, "I'm fine."

"Um." Jiang Zhuoheng responded lightly.

Suddenly, both of them were silent, time was passing slowly, holding on to the phone vividly, Jiang Zhuoheng's breathing sound could be heard faintly.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhuoheng said again, "I went to the orphanage the day before yesterday. Dean Huang said that you have passed a few days ago."