First Lady

Bai Ling remembered that her favorite underwear from yesterday was still drying on the balcony, so she hurriedly prevented Qin Yu from prying into her room: "Sit down and have a rest first, what do you want to drink?"

"casual."

Bai Ling gritted her teeth, whatever, can she go to the bathroom and get a glass of tap water?While cursing, Bai Ling opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Qin Yu.

Qin Yu glanced at Bai Ling, and reluctantly took the mineral water.

"Why don't you call me?" [

"Ah? Well, my mobile phone was stolen." Bai Ling had a villain in her heart, and she thought that Qin Yu didn't plan to speak anymore.

Qin Yu stopped drinking water for a moment, and felt a little more at ease, oh, it turned out that he was stolen, so he didn't want to call him.

"Then what's your phone number now?"

"Now, wait a minute, I'll look for it..." Bai Ling didn't call her new number very often, even though it's been two or three months, but she still can't remember it.

Qin Yu saved Bai Ling's new number and dialed her again.

After the earthquake, Qin Yu thought of another question, what if... What if she loses her mobile phone again?

Qin Yu couldn't help finding a black marker, and despite Bai Ling's obstruction, the film and television wrote his phone number behind the door of Bai Ling's room.

Bai Ling had a bitter face, "You, how could you do this?"

Well, there is such a row of unsightly black numbers on the door panel, it's just... It affects the mood too much.

Qin Yu raised his chin: "Hmph, this is to prevent you from losing the phone."

Bai Ling felt cold, this... is she cursing her for losing her phone?

After writing down the phone number, they returned to the small living room, where Bai Ling and Qin Yu returned to being relatively speechless again.

Bai Ling buttoned the sofa, wondering when would it be better to drive Qin Tianwang away?

But Qin Yu didn't seem to have the intention of leaving. Not only did she not leave, but she took out her usual snacks from the refrigerator and brought out fruit, and watched TV while eating.

This made Bai Ling feel a deep sense of powerlessness, who owns this house?

Although Qin Yu has been eating, in fact, he is thinking deeply about how to speak and say something.

For example: Is Bai Ling really going to get married?Is it really the one surnamed Zhao?

If Bai Ling said he liked it, then he should convince her.How could she let go of her thoughts on Zhao Mingyuan?

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