Heidi's Seven Days of Love: The Bought Wife

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Jin Qiu suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head, looked at Su Mo, and shook his head slightly.

Immediately, a quiet smile bloomed on his face.

The tone was neither light nor heavy, and without too much emotion, he said lightly: "It's nothing."

Seeing her indifference, Su Mo felt a little flustered. What else did he expect? [

He lowered his head, grinned his lips, smiled self-deprecatingly, then stared at her without squinting, looked at her slender fingers, and dialed the number.

Her movements were calm, without any tension.

Su Mo thought that maybe she could really let go and not mind the fact that he almost had her that day.

It's me, I'm too entangled in these things.

Pulling hard and not letting go.

"Hello? Xiao Bei? Where is it? Okay, okay, you can pick me up later, I'll wait for you, um, my cell phone is out...Okay, you hand it in to me first, I'll give it later You... don't want it, how can I use your money, I must return it to you..."

Jin Qiu's voice was very quiet, without any emotional color, and she uttered every word clearly.

In the quiet corridor of the hospital, the exceptionally clear echo echoed in Su Mo's eardrums.

Little Bei...

This title is so harsh.

Then he shook his head, what happened to him?

Didn't I agree that she is not a goblin, so she can't have any more unreasonable thoughts?

But why, now there are still so many, so many ideas?

Su Mo pursed his lips, his eyes were cold.

"Thank you, Master Mo." Jin Qiu raised his head, smiled gently, and handed the phone to Su Mo.

However, she just glanced at him, and hurriedly lowered her eyes, without any intersecting with his eyes.

Although Su Mo's eyes were cold and without much emotion, they were always staring at her.

After watching for a while, he slowly looked away, and squeezed the phone with the temperature of her fingers tightly. His voice was not cold, but it sounded alienated.

"That person, with you?" [

Su Mo asked very dryly, and his whole heart was also suffering.