Mysterious Young Master, Super Cool

"Rest assured, I didn't lose money, and I won a little money!" The teenager rubbed her head wearily, and now her entire brain still has a terrible formula, and maybe she has nightmares tonight.

As for the whereabouts of the money, the teenager did not want to mention it at all.

After the devastation of the formula this afternoon, the young man who had been full of confidence suddenly didn't know if he could get that billion back!

"Let's not lose! By the way, the last time you said you wanted to find tutoring, I have already inquired about you ..."

That's right. Last night I studied math with Ling Fei and made teenagers realize that it was not enough to rely on classmates to tutor themselves. They asked Peng Jiao to ask a tutor.

Just now ...

"No need. I have hired a tutor and use the money I won today!"

As for that little money is a hundred million, and the tutor that I invited is a matter of the underworld, the young man doesn't want to say, forehead!

"Already invited?" Peng Jiao still wanted to ask something. When he looked up and found that the teenager seemed very tired, he said, "Go and take a rest. I will call you later when I have dinner!"

The boy nodded okay and turned into the bedroom.

But in the end, she didn't come out of the bedroom until Peng Jiao called the teenager.

You asked Peng Jiao why he didn't go directly into the house and called the boy?

Isn't that when the boy entered the house, he locked the bedroom door?

After half a day of devastation by the formula, the teenager was exhausted.

As soon as my head stuck to the pillow, I slept darkly.

At night, she also had dreams, a lot of formulas were transformed into fierce demons, and she was to be forged into hell, so that she would never be lost ...

It was a telephone ringing that awakened the teenager from the nightmare.

When he woke up, the teenager's chest was still a little undulating, and there were sweat beads on his forehead.

Touching out the phone and seeing it was a call from Mingyu.

Without thinking, the boy answered the phone.

"Anything else?" After tapping the answer button, the boy closed his eyes again. The voice coming out of her red lips was a little hoarse, and seemed to be infected with night's confusion.

"I made several calls to you, why did you answer them until now?" The people over the phone were very impatient and not so good. Asking her to go back alone, he felt uneasy and called her, trying to confirm that she was home.

Strangely enough, no one answered the phone after making several phone calls.

During this time, he had numerous phone calls and text messages. But there wasn't anything in the boy's side.

At this point, Gu Zhai ’s address, Ming Domain, had been sent to a cell phone. The car key was already in his hand. Yes, he intends to go to Gu's house in person to see if she has arrived home safely.

Immediately before departure, he made another final call to confirm. Unexpectedly, it was connected this time.

But after reflecting that her voice was a bit wrong, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Sleep. Anything else?" The teenager's voice was a little blank.

Underworld: "..."

When he was worried about her safety, she even slept at home?

The moment the fire broke out, Mingyu hung up the phone.

The boy waited for a long time, but there was no voice over the phone. When I stared blankly at the screen of my mobile phone, I realized that the call had been hung up ...

"Wake me up and hang up my phone? What the **** are you trying to make, your soymilk grinder!"

After talking about it, the teenager threw the phone to the bed again, turned over and continued to sleep ...