The days always pass quickly while fighting and making noise.
This winter vacation, Nangong Lengyu went home.
Huo Ci stood in the empty dormitory, feeling as if something was missing. When he opened her door, her scent still lingered in the room, which made him feel much more at ease.
By this time, she should have gotten off the plane.
Huo Ci sent a text message: Pretty boy, are you home yet? Did my fiancée pick you up
Ten seconds.
The pretty boy is dead, why didn’t he reply to his message
One minute.
The pretty boy may not have gotten off the plane yet, maybe the plane will be delayed.
five minutes.
This bastard, the pretty boy, must have been sleeping with his fiancée and forgotten about him.
ten minutes.
Fuck, the pretty boy must have deliberately not replied to his text message.
thirty minutes.
Could it be that the pretty boy had an accident? A plane crash? Being kidnapped
Thirty-one minutes later, he couldn't bear it anymore and called her directly. He was not worried about the pretty boy's safety, he was just afraid that if she died, she would turn into a ghost and haunt him.
soon.
It was connected over there.
Nangong Lengyu: "Are you sick?"
Huo Ci: "Fuck!"
Hang up the phone directly.
He is simply crazy, no need to worry about her!
Look at the attitude of the pretty girl, she is sick!
Nangong Lengyu looked at the hung up phone and frowned.
Nangong looked at her indifferently: "Sister, who is it?"
Nangong Lengyu looked disgusted and sneered: "I don't know, he's just a psycho."
Nangong looked at his always calm sister indifferently, with the disgust that could not be concealed in his eyes, and he always felt a little strange in his heart.
Nangong Lengyu didn't know if she was crazy. There was no one to confront her or argue with her in a clean life. She was not used to it, and she always felt that something was not right, that something was missing.
She couldn't help but wonder if she had Stockholm Syndrome because she had been living with Huo Ci for so long.
Nangong Lengcheng also discovered that no matter what her sister did, she was a little absent-minded. She would look at her phone from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone.
At 8:30 in the evening, Nangong Lengyu went to take a shower.
Nangong Leng was watching the football match in the living room. When he heard his cell phone ringing, he glanced at it and shouted: "Sister, your phone number."
Nangong Lengyu shouted loudly in the bathroom: "Don't answer it, don't answer it, I'll be out right away."
Nangong Leng was at a rebellious age. The more he was not allowed to do something, the more he wanted to do it. He stood up and went to get his phone, and saw the words jumping on the screen: xxx.
Nangong Leng was confused, and became even more interested. He wanted to know who this xxx was who could make his sister give him such a special note.
Who would have thought that as soon as the call was connected, the phone was snatched away by Nangong Lengyu. Hearing the voice on the other side, he sneered: "None of your business."
Nangong Leng: My sister is so fierce!
Nangong Lengyu frowned: "I don't care!"
Nangong Leng: My sister is so cold!
Nangong Lengyu: "Get out!"
Nangong Leng:…
Who is my sister answering the phone? From beginning to end, it took less than half a minute, just three sentences, less than ten words.
When Nangong Lengyu left, he took away his cell phone and gave him a warning look: "Amo, don't answer this person's phone calls in the future."
Nangong Leng's eyes were about to fall to the ground. When his sister turned around, she smiled, really smiled. It was obvious that after answering the strange phone call, her sister's mood instantly improved.
He has never seen his sister so careless about her image, with bare feet, wet and messy hair, and even the bathrobe on her body was worn inside out.
(End of chapter)