Ning Ning Doesn't Want to Go to Class

Late?

Mo Boyuan, who was already in the MPV, couldn't help but ask himself.

Deep down, he didn't want to admit it, but when he thought about that woman's behavior for the past two days, it seemed that Tan Yiming's words were indeed somewhat close to reality.

He instantly felt annoyed. Picking up his phone, he really wanted to call and question her, but his number had long been blocked, and he was no longer a good friend on WeChat. What else could he do?

"Whoosh ~ "

The car door was pulled open, and Zhou Xian's forehead was covered in sweat:

"Brother Mo, the coffee you asked for, freshly ground, has just been delivered. "

However, the coffee that he usually liked suddenly did not smell good.

"You drink it. "

Zhou Xian exclaimed in mild surprise. At this moment, Mo Boyuan was already leaning against the back of the chair with his eyes closed. His heart was full of turmoil.