When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

"Aren't you my good friend? Why are you like this?" When Mu Ying saw Luo Shui completely ignoring her, he had an idea and imitated Meng Meng's accent.

The bright and sunny voice became resentful and aggrieved, so soft that people couldn't bear to reject it.

Luo Shui glanced at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled in his eyes.

"I learned pretty well."

I almost copied Meng Meng's tone and tone, but the bright voice seemed to be pinched, which sounded very weird.

After finishing his words, he returned his gaze to the book, his thoughts flowing rapidly.

Mu Ying like this was so fun, she wanted to see what other tricks the little girl had up her sleeves.

Mu Ying's expression was stupefied by Luo Shui's teasing eyes, his red lips trembled, and he pointed at her and was speechless for a long time.

When he saw Luo Shui's cold and delicate profile, he was filled with enthusiasm as if a basin of ice water had been poured on him. He exaggeratedly covered his chest, feeling so depressed that it was hard to explain.

The girl silently swallowed the words that came to her lips and lay on the table lonely, like a little abandoned animal, anxious and unspeakable.

I want Jingjing, don’t ask me who Jingjing is.

How does it feel to make a good friend who has both high quotient? All she knew was that she was desperate. She was beaten and beaten in various ways, so don’t be too upset!

"You really want me to go?" The resentment next to him made Luo Shui helplessly put down the book in his hand.

Seeing that her friend finally looked at her, Mu Ying shed tears for herself in her heart.

It’s not easy, it’s been three days, and I only got one look in three days.

She now feels some sympathy for the boy in school who secretly likes Luo Shui. Such a piece of cold jade is probably only suitable for viewing from a distance!

Luo Shui didn't know what the girl was thinking, but he just found his friend's constantly changing face particularly interesting. From his unpredictable expression, he could tell that he was a person with a lot of inner drama.

Looking at Mu Ying who was completely offline, Luo Shui shook his head helplessly, picked up the book on the table and read it again.

Mu Ying, who was thinking about something, had no idea that he had lost a chance to persuade him successfully.

Before you know it, the weekend is approaching quietly.

Early Saturday morning, it was raining as fine as a needle, and it was irritatingly humid outside.

The dark and damp house was silent, with only the dim light of the mobile phone spreading in the cramped space.

Like the eyes of a bat in a dark cave, it is cold and terrifying.

Suddenly, a bell rang, breaking the silence in the house.

Luo Shui stretched out her long, slender and white arms, her sleepy eyes were moist with water. She unconsciously rubbed the corner of the quilt, and her delicate eyebrows showed a little bit of displeasure at being woken up.

"Hello?"

Because she had just woken up, the girl's light voice was slightly hoarse, and sounded a little different from usual charm.

"You're not awake?"

Mu Ying on the other end of the phone paused for a moment and said softly, slightly embarrassed.

"Um."

Luo Shui lifted up the quilt, sat up against the weak light of his mobile phone, and leaned against the wall.

This house is too old, and all the equipment has deteriorated. The power outage started last night and has not been repaired yet.

However, this kind of darkness and silence didn't matter to Luo Shui who was used to it.

She looked through the faint light from the phone screen, picked up the water glass placed by the window, took a sip, moistened her dry lips, and moved her hands and feet in an elegant manner.

It seemed that he was in a large and luxurious palace, without any trace of embarrassment.