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Chapter 32 He lacks a mascot

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    "Professor Mu Xi has a recital recently, and there will be people from AT to attend, and I will meet them at that time. I don't want to go back to Canada now, because I will always feel irritable over there."

    Mo Li kept staring at his hand, with no emotion in his eyes.  At the other side, it can be exposed to the sun again.  Although there is no evidence, AT must have had a hand in Hei Linya's matter this time.

    It's just that they didn't expect that Song Yu would send the recorded video of Lin Ya before and after falling into the water to Patrick when the public opinion just started.

    Lin Ya's application for the "Sequoia Student Fund" was also coordinated by Principal Meng.  On the surface, Mo Li did not interfere at all in this matter.

    At originally wanted to fan the flames and make Mo Li completely part ways with l.pmusic.  However, they were too eager for quick success and leaked the photos of him entering the ICU to the media.

    Song Yu found a circle of people and worked all night before suppressing the news.

    l. pmusic and at are the same.  Both sides can hang for a while longer, and it is not a wise choice to return to Canada at this time.

    "Well, I also promise you that I will go to the hospital for an examination on time. Don't force me to go back to Canada, can you?"

    "One more thing, if you put yourself in the hospital next time, you have to follow Song Yu back to Canada."

    "It's a deal!" Mo Li compromised.

    "Don't try to play tricks, I'm not Song Yu, I will let you play rogue!"

    Mo Li nodded numbly.  However, he managed to escape.  These people are also true, why do you want him to go back to Canada every day?

    Will he be cured if he is trapped in the hospital?

    Lin Ya could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that Mo Li would not return to Canada in a short time.  At the thought of still having the opportunity to see him again, her heart "thumped" faster.

    Turning her head, Lin Ya's gaze was fixed on Mo Li.  Mo Li's head shook slightly, and she quickly turned her head away, pretending to be looking at the scenery outside the window.

    When Mo Li didn't notice her, her eyes returned to Mo Li.

    "I'll bet on milk tea for a year, there's something going on between the two!" He Siling hid in the corner and snickered.  The hand slightly adjusted the angle of the phone video.  In order to create an atmosphere, she also deliberately chose special effects with a love background.

    "La Lang Pei!" Song Yu said in disgust.  What kind of taste is this He Siling, choosing such a tacky background.  He snatched the phone from He Siling's hand, squatted down, adjusted the distance, and tilted the phone 45 degrees downward, just to adjust the screen so that Lin Ya and Mo Li were in the same frame.

    On the screen, Mo Li's peripheral vision fell on Lin Ya all the time.  Every time he turned his head, the corners of his lips would rise slightly.  Seeing Lin Ya deliberately avoiding his gaze, his eyes darkened by two points.

    "This brat is really going to cause trouble." Song Yu complained, his face turned into a flower with a smile.  It is a happy event for the iron tree to bloom.

    It is this flower, more or less flawed.

    After dinner, Lin Ya was called to the pine tree by Song Yu.  With the dim light of street lamps, Lin Ya noticed the tombstone lying under the pine tree.

    The tombstone is very clean, without any weeds around it.

    On the stele, it is deliberately written in italics:

    There is no night without dawn¡ª¡ª

    Qi Yuan (1965.11¡ª¡ª2010.12)

    At the end of the inscription, a rose-like pattern is engraved, but its petals and branches are painted backwards, which looks very strange.

    "Today is Christmas Eve." Song Yu said suddenly without beginning or end.

    Lin Ya withdrew her gaze and nodded slightly to show her approval.

    "So, what gift did you prepare for Kris today?" Song Yu clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and moved his thin lips lightly, as if making a wish.

    Lin Ya lowered her head in bewilderment, she had never thought about this question before.  Thinking about it carefully, Mo Li has helped her so much, she really needs to prepare a thank you gift.

    He searched his pockets, but they were all empty.

    There are no large supermarkets near this orphanage, and it is not realistic to buy them now.

    Writing a thank you card is too perfunctory!

    "That" Lin Ya showed embarrassment.

    "I guessed that you didn't prepare a gift!" Song Yu smiled disapprovingly.

    "Whowho said I wasn't ready. I was planning to give it on New Year's Eve. I don't have the habit of celebrating Christmas." Lin Ya blushed and shouted.

    Losers can't lose!

    "Then what are you going to give?" Song Yu laughed gossipingly.  The eyes rolled straight, if this girl really prepared something, it would be troublesome.

      "No I won't tell you!"

    "Are you sure? Kris is a very picky person." Song Yu raised his eyebrows, and Lin Ya looked up at him curiously.

    "Do you want me to reveal some news to you?"

    Song Yu's eyes were sly, and Lin Ya's intuition was deceitful.  However, unable to hold back her curiosity, she timidly asked, "What does he like?"

    "Play the piano! Go on tour!"

    Lin Ya rolled her eyes up, "Can you be more specific?"

    "Apart from these two things, he has nothing else to like."

    ""

    Just when a gust of wind blew, Lin Ya felt that her heart was chilling.  This person, is he teasing her?

    "Although there are not many things he likes, there are many things he needs!"

    "What does he need?" Lin Ya's eyes widened curiously.

    "Mascot!" Song Yu stared at Lin Ya with great interest, and Lin Ya was flustered by the scorching gaze.  What kind of crooked idea is this Song Yu playing?

    "Kris, I'm going to stay here for about half a year, and I just need an assistant."

    "Hmm what does this have to do with the mascot?"

    "Kris' assistant only needs to be like a mascot, watching him eat and sleep on time every day. His self-care ability is still good."

    "But" Lin Ya hesitated.

    "I will coordinate with the school. Except for the days when you go out to work, you can go to school normally. Of course, this will affect your grades."

    "I will think about it¡­¡­"

    "Here are three numbers for you!" Song Yu raised his fingers and counted down: "Three, two"

    "wait¡­¡­"

    "Two, one"

    "you¡­¡­"

    "Agree or not?" Song Yu stared at Lin Ya expectantly.  Two eyes flickering and flickering, Lin Ya was at a loss for what to do with his innocent appearance.

    Song Yu's expression gave her the illusion that if she refused, she would commit an unforgivable mistake.

    "A yes!" Lin Ya shouted with her eyes closed.

    "Elvis, you are bullying children again." Mo Li came from the shadow of the lamp, holding two red plums in his hand.

    He solemnly placed Hongmei in front of the tombstone, "I won't do anything stupid until M realizes her last wish. Elvis doesn't need to bother her."

    "But, she agreed!" Song Yu smiled roguely.

    "We both agreed, this is a Christmas Eve gift from me, you can't refuse it! If you go back on your word, I'll take you back to Canada right away."

    "Elvis, be reasonable!"

    "To be reasonable with you, I estimate that my life will be shortened by 20 years. Anyway, there are two options, sign for it or return to Canada with me!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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