"Well, did Qing Mang get to school?" Lu Yanmu's cold voice came through the phone.

Song Yuan glanced at Qingmang, who was sleeping better in the back seat, "Not yet, just arrived at school."

"Let Qingmang answer the phone." Lu Yanmu said.

Song Yuan glanced at Gu Qingmang in the back seat, turned around and yelled softly, "Miss Qingmang...Miss Qingmang..."

Qing Mang slept just right, some of it didn't move, and he couldn't move.

Song Yuan turned around and said to Lu Yanmu, "San Ye, wait a while, Miss Qing Mang is asleep."

Lu Yanmu was not in a hurry, and gave a faint hum.

Song Yuan unfastened his seat belt, leaned over and patted the back of his hand lightly: "Miss Qingmang..."

Qing Mang slept just right, and suddenly he felt someone pat the back of his hand. He woke up faintly, facing Song Yuan's countlessly magnified face. He was so scared that he backed away and hit his head directly on the car roof. Screamed.

Song Yan was frightened, and hurriedly said, "Miss Qingmang, are you okay?"

Qing Mang waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay..."

Isn't it just a bump? What's so painful.

Song Yuan was a little frightened, with a frightened expression on his face.

It's fine, if something happens, San Ye will definitely kill him!

Lu Yanmu heard the movement on the other end through the phone, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

He heard a thump of something, Qing Mang took a deep breath, and then Song Yuan's concerned voice.

Qing Mang was injured?

Song Yuan felt the coldness from Lu Yanmu through his mobile phone, and hurriedly said: "Miss Qingmang hit the roof of the car..."

He didn't dare to say that it was okay, so he could only tell the truth, after all, San Ye saw Miss Qing Mang like eyeballs.

Even if it is to be punished, it cannot be concealed.

Qing Mang rubbed his head, looked at Song Yuan with a bitter expression, and stretched out his hand: "Get the phone."

Song Yuan immediately handed the phone to Qing Mang and sat back in his seat.

I just hope that Miss Qingmang will not complain to the third master, otherwise he will definitely have to peel off his skin when he goes back.

"I'm fine, but I woke up and forgot that I was in the car. I bumped into it and it didn't hurt." Qing Mang rubbed his head, his voice was a little hazy as he just woke up.

Song Yuan, who was sitting in front, heard Qing Mang's words. He was stunned for a moment. Looking at her rubbing her head through the rearview mirror, her face was light and light, and his heart felt a little more grateful to Qing Mang. situation.

"Well, be careful next time." Although Lu Yanmu listened to Qing Mang's words, he thought that Qing Mang didn't want him to worry and didn't say it was serious.

Be sure to make Song Yuan be careful next time.

"What's the matter?" Qing Mang asked.

How come Lu Yanmu called Song Yuan to ask her whereabouts?

"You didn't get through with your mobile phone." Lu Yanmu simply replied as if he knew Qingmang's question.

"Hmm...really?" Qingmang's face clamped the phone, flipping through the bag, took out the phone and found that it was muted, and she slept too well, completely unresponsive.

"Um... it's silent..." Qing Mang murmured, "Is there anything to do with me?"

Lu Yanmu was silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "Is the morning class important?"

Qing Mang thought for a while, and answered honestly: "It's okay."

The morning class was a professional class, but she had already studied it, but she couldn't actually attend it, and it didn't make much difference.

Classes are only to do a good job of students' duties. Classes are a respect for the teachers, and you can't skip class casually.

"Come to the old house? Huh?" Lu Yanmu's voice was clear and light.

Go to the old house? So Lu Yanmu left earlier, did he go to the old house?