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Chapter 107 Xin Weiri, Seeking Advantages and Avoiding Disadvantages and Standing Up (5)

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    Obviously they are so close, and he has been around so many times, he should have met long ago.

    Yu Wanfeng's slender knuckles slid across every page of Xu Mingchuan's Weibo, as if they slid across the spring, summer, autumn and winter he walked through.

    He is still the boy she knew, cheerful and bright.

    Those laughing words and humorous expressions always reminded her of how he teased her when she was young.

    "Yu Wanfeng, I have a riddle, do you want to guess it? If you guess it, please eat stinky tofu."

    "You talk, you talk."

    "Two Yu Wanfeng, name a singer."

    Yu Wanfeng thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.

    Xu Mingchuan grinned: "Wu Bai."

    Wu Bai?

    Yu Wanfeng is not familiar with this singer, but he has heard the name before.

    After going around for a while, Yu Wanfeng figured it out, picked up her schoolbag and threw it at Xu Mingchuan: "You said I was two hundred and five! You are only two hundred and five!"

    The corners of Yu Wanfeng's eyes were slightly wet.

    She turned to the latest Weibo.

    [Today's accounting and test results were positive, and the diagnosis was confirmed.  I was reluctant to leave the place where I struggled, but I had to leave temporarily.  Comrades, you must continue fighting!  When I come back, I will continue to fight with you! When the battle is over, I must read "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" again, and I must eat a lot of noodles.  ¡¿

    Yu Wanfeng laughed out loud, as expected, she still likes to eat noodles.

    But laughing and laughing, shed tears again.

    Her knuckles were trembling a little, and she left a message under that Weibo.

    Fengqiao Yebo: [When you come back, I will treat you to noodle nests, which is definitely the one you want to eat the most.  ¡¿

    Tears fell down again without disappointment.

    There was a knock on the door, Yu Wanfeng raised her hand and wiped her face.

    It was Shen Huaijin.

    Smiling, she brought over a bowl of brown sugar water, which was still warm and steaming.

    "Drink?" Shen Huaijin entered the room.

    Yu Wanfeng covered her stomach and smiled: "Oh, thank you, Huai Jin."

    Shen Huaijin looked back at her: "You don't need to thank me, Zhong Chumian cooked it for you."

    Yu Wanfeng: ""

    Yu Wanfeng's stomach is full of troubles, and he can't rest in peace.

    Fortunately, it didn't last long, and when it was better, he rushed to the door of Zhong Chumian's room, paced up and down, but didn't knock on the door.

    The mobile phone was in his hand, and he didn't know how to send him a message.

    But the door opened from the inside.

    Both of them were startled.

    Zhong Chumian asked: "It's coming, why didn't you tell me?"

    Yu Wanfeng scratched the ends of her hair: "Oh."

    What does "oh" mean?

    Zhong Chumian opened the door: "Come in and have a seat?"

    Yu Wanfeng rolled her eyes and stepped in.

    His room was clean and tidy, with a laptop and two books on the table.

    The quilt was neatly folded, unlike Yu Wanfeng who didn't fold the quilt all day long.

    The closet door was ajar, and Yu Wanfeng caught a glimpse of some clothes hanging inside.

    In Shen Huaijin's inn, Yu Wanfeng is very clear about the layout of each room, which are similar with minor differences.

    But for some reason, Zhong Chumian's place here is obviously the same in layout, but there is a sense of coolness.

    Yu Wanfeng stood on the spot a little cautiously, rarely at a loss.

    "sit."

    Zhong Chumian poured her a glass of water.

    Yu Wanfeng sat on the sofa, holding a disposable water cup, warm.

    Zhong Chumian sat beside her.

    The sofa sank a little, and Yu Wanfeng's heart trembled.

    "What can I do for you?" Zhong Chumian asked her softly.

    Yu Wanfeng put down the water glass and grabbed the ends of her hair again.

    The corners of Zhong Chumian's mouth curled up slightly.

    When she is nervous, she likes to grab the ends of her hair.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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