Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

"Damn!"

Ye Qiao gnawed his teeth and licked two words. The finger pressed two times on the dialing button. He lifted his hand and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. When he reached the door, she pulled the door of the bathroom open.

Outside the door, Ji Mo was carrying his right hand and preparing to knock on the door again. His finger knocked on the air and almost knocked on Ye Qiao’s face.

Notice that in the palm of his hand in the air, Ye Qiao subconsciously shrunk back.

"Why, didn't you have enough last night?!"

Ji Mo is busy retracting his hand, "I..."

"Go away!"

Push him away and walk back to the corridor.

After a while, the finals will begin, and if we don't hurry, she won't have a chance.

"Ye Qiao!" Ji Mo chased and grabbed her before she turned into the corridor. "Last night, I was too impulsive, I apologize to you."

apologize?

Ye Qiao turned his face in surprise.

Didn't he supervise her, but apologize? !

In the hallway, there are footsteps getting closer.

Ye Qiao quickly moved through the line of sight, only to see that Gu Yu was walking with his assistant and talking, and apparently also preparing to go to the women's bathroom.

In her eyes, she flashed a smack of dissatisfaction and jerked forward one step. She pushed the season ink out, and the ink was not prepared. She stepped back and sat down on the floor.

"I tell you Ji Mo, don't follow me from now on!"

With a dumb throat snoring, Ye Qiao quickly straightened up and walked into the corridor. He was in the opposite direction with the rain that came from the line, and nodded lightly.

When Ji Mo climbed up from the ground, Gu Yu and his assistant just turned into the horizontal corridor and saw him. Gu Yu smiled and greeted him.

"Season!"

"I will go to the stage first."

Ji Mo coped with a sentence and turned calmly into the corridor.

What happened last night was exactly what he hadn’t figured out. He didn’t want to be awkward at the moment, otherwise he might be self-defeating and bring more trouble to Ning Xiaofei.

At the moment, the most important thing is to ensure that Ning Xiaofei's game is successfully completed, and then other.

A glance at Ye Qiao, who is making up makeup in the dressing room, Ji Mo quickly rushed to the general control room, asked the staff briefly, and then confirmed the news shorts of the students.

The staff did not think much, only when the organizing committee routinely checked, when the documents were to be checked again.

"You can rest assured that all the files are intact!"

"Be sure to back it up, just in case."

"Ok."

Looking at the staff to back up the documents, Ji Mo did not dare to neglect, went to the front desk, found the general director, asked him about the machine equipment, and knocked a few words.

In the last rematch, there was an accident. The newly-changed director certainly knew it. This time, all the props work was also sent by a special person, in order to prevent similar incidents from happening.

Time is approaching the direction of the game, and Ye Qiao raises his wrist to look at his wrist, then looks at his face in the mirror, and there is obvious anxiety in his eyes.

"Little Joe, what do you want?!"

Looking at her face with a heavy heart, Ning Xiaofei leaned over and held her shoulder.

"I didn't think about anything?"

"Is there a break from last night? How do you see you absent-minded?"

Good friend, a look of concern, Ye Qiao avoided her sight, turned to the side of the side, and turned the injured half of the face to the side that Ning Xiaofei saw.

"Where is it, I have just been thinking about how to put POSE when I go on stage!"

Ning Xiaofei still wants to say something, accompanied by footsteps, Gu Yu came in with the assistant in tandem.