Chapter 210 is like a little woman who just learned to fall in love.

The so-called wicked person owns the wicked, which is probably the truth.

Ling Feifei suddenly got out of bed to help the suitcase on the ground, and his eyes looked awkward again on the face of Feng Ling. The latter just looked at her coldly, and Ling Feifei shrank his shoulders. He bit his lip and refused to take the suitcase back to her own bed.

The warm smiles were very light. I didn't care about them a few times. I sat on the bed with a book, but like the day, I couldn't concentrate on it.

The rainstorm outside the window is still under, and in order not to affect the normal learning life of the warm season in T Dali, there is no way to greet or be too familiar with the warm season. Now Ling Feifei and Bai Wei’s attention is also placed on her. The warmth of the season can be quietly sitting in bed for a while.

"The Taekwondo black belt is already very powerful. Actually, there are still fighting martial arts and shootings?" Bai Wei looked at him in a black suit and tried to chat with her.

Feng Ling faintly glanced at her. I remember that Ji Wen said the situation and personality of the two roommates in this dormitory. She whispered slightly to the white, and there was no cold eyes but no more enthusiasm. It was simply a greeting.

Ling Feifei sat on the edge of the bed and whispered: "We are a girl's bedroom. Professor Lin actually let a man come in and live. I doubt her sexual orientation. I don't think I can go back to the bedroom after changing my clothes..."

Feng Ling did not seem to hear it. He kicked an extra trash can by the side of the bed and went to the side: "Who's? Take it."

Ling Feifei looked at it with a wink, and his face was even blue. He just wanted to swear, and looked up at the line of a pair of Shangfeng Ling. Now he bit his lip, and the gas can almost be kicked back into the trash can. Under the bed, and unwillingly whispered a sentence: "neuropathy!"

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The next day, because of the heavy rain that happened yesterday, the weather was a bit cold today. After the class warmed down, I went back to the apartment outside the school to get the coat.

The warm season until the opening of the door is still holding a trace of ink depth of field may not have gone yesterday, he may later change to the afternoon flight is also blocked by the rain in the hope of T City, after all, Mo Jingshen has never been angry with her, perhaps only temporary I didn't want to care about her, so she ignored her. As long as she met again, she would sincerely explain to him -

The door was pushed open and two suitcases were placed neatly in the living room.

Other than that, there is no one.

The warm season stood at the door, and the heart suddenly sank.

Before he said that if she wanted to live in the dormitory, she would order her luggage to be sent to her. She wanted to rent this apartment or want to sell it.

He really said that it was done, her luggage should have been packaged yesterday, but it was not sent to her because of the rainstorm.

She did not give up the room again, and then found that the traces of the ink that Shen Jingshen had given her birthday were also erased one by one, the traces of the fireworks on the balcony, the thick creamy fragrance floating in the room, the kitchen. The few cakes that had not been eaten up, including the chocolate dolls she carefully placed in the plate, were all taken away, and they were left.

The season warmly sat on the sofa and looked at the room that was half-familiar to her, and Mo Jingshen was here to accompany her to watch TV. Here she kissed the window and kissed twenty-one. The scene below, suddenly seems to be just a dream, the warm and comfortable apartment has only a faint smell of air freshener, everything makes her alienated and strange.

Feng Ling was still waiting downstairs. The season warmed up and the man took the suitcase out. The suitcase was heavy and it took a lot of effort. When it came downstairs, Feng Ling saw the luggage in her hand and walked over. .

"Mr. Ink?"

"My luggage, I don't know if the cabinets in the bedroom can be installed." The season warmly said.

Feng Ling frowned: "Although Mr. Mo is fighting with you, you don't have to be so embarrassed about yourself. This apartment is in your name. It doesn't matter if you leave your luggage here. You don't need to get it in your bedroom. ”

The warm bones are still somewhat awkward.

She also came to a complete wake up now, and Mo Jingshen came with her.

What is the phrase that provoked him?

divorce? Still ask him who will choose the rest of his life?

The warm season was a little difficult to move the suitcase to the car. The seal was seen in the warm season. It was also provoked by some stubborn temperament. I looked helplessly and turned to help her.

"No, I come by myself." Season warmed her hand away and carried things into the car.

After the season, the warmth leaned on the side of the car and breathed for a while. There was only a lot of mood in my head. Finally, she suddenly took out her mobile phone and looked at her. In the recent call record, she looked at the private mobile phone number of Mo Jingshen and watched it for a long time. Suddenly the phone was called.

However, after the phone was opened, only a beep sounded in the phone. The warmth in the season was like a shock, and then I looked at the trunk in the car and suddenly hanged up.

Feng Ling looked around: "..."

How do you feel that the season is warm and calm, and everything is fine, but you really have a problem. It’s like a little woman who just learned to fall in love. The first time I got angry, the first time I quarreled, I suddenly got confused. Know how to get along well.

Even she can see that the season is warm now. If you really call the phone and say a few words, Mr. Mo will definitely get mad.

Obviously, this is only a bystander clear, the season is warm, a person is in the middle of emotional ecstasy, and he is in a chaotic direction.

Although the phone just rang, the quarterly warmth was definitely confirmed to be open.

After about ten minutes, her mobile phone has been quiet, there is no call back, and there is no news.

Feng Ling has already got on the bus. Seeing the warmth of the season depends on the back of the car: "Mr. Mo, are you still going?"

"Let's go..." The season warmed down and put the phone in the pocket and back into the car.

Feng Ling’s hand rested on the steering wheel, and the face of the warm season was clearly written with a very bad mood.

"Are you sure you want to take your luggage back to your bedroom? This apartment..."

"Get it first, the apartment is in my name, but it is not what I bought, first empty, then go back and say."

"In fact, Mrs. Ink, you can and ink..."

"Feng Ling, I have a headache, sleep, when you get to T, you call me again." Ming knows that T is very close to here, driving is only a few minutes, the season is still closed, the head is resting on No more talking on the window.

"Is it a headache? Will it really be hit by a concussion that day? Go to the hospital to see?"

"No, I have always had headaches and headaches recently. It may be because of the dissatisfaction of the T-city. It will be so busy after school." The warm-season eyes closed and said: "Come on."

(End of this chapter)