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Chapter 1700 Mrs. Mo

Primary school students? !

Fang Jiamei looked down at her jumpsuit, the pink doll collar...

This is so sweet, why did it become a primary school student in his mouth?

Looking at her little expression, Mo Yiheng twitched the corner of his mouth, but quickly returned to his indifferent look, "I'm leaving."

Fang Jiamei turned to look at him, and subconsciously asked, "Then are you coming back to eat at night?"

If she doesn't come back, she won't cook.

Mo Yiheng paused slightly, and seemed to raise the corner of his mouth, "Come back."

Watching him enter the elevator and the door slowly close, Fang Jiamei breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking to the balcony, looking at the scenery not far away, he let out a breath slowly.

Teacher Chen is right, Zicong is gone, and she will start a new life sooner or later. Although this Mr. Mo is a bit indifferent, he is still a good person in all aspects, and he is a person who can be trusted.

I hope her decision will not go wrong.

Zi Cong, you want me to be happy, don't you?

Looking at the blue sky, Fang Jiamei hooked her lips in relief.

Turning his gaze down, he happened to see Mo Yiheng's figure. His slender figure was particularly eye-catching, he walked without rush or slowness, and he had a special aura about him.

With a flicker of eyes, Fang Jiamei seemed to see the same scene, but the background was different, and Mo Yiheng was dressed differently.

It was also from this perspective, watching him leave.

Slightly taken aback, Fang Jiamei immediately stepped back.

what happened?

How could she see this?

crazy crazy!Must be crazy!

Fang Jiamei patted her cheek vigorously, thinking that she must have not rested well after finishing, and had hallucinations!

It must be so!

Silently comforting herself, Fang Jiamei went in to clean up and distract herself.

Mo Yiheng moved her luggage into the master bedroom, and Fang Jiamei carefully walked in with a mop, always feeling that something was not quite right.

His room was the same as his apartment, nothing special, too simple, the quilt on the bed was rolled up randomly, and he looked like an untidy man.

It is estimated that this is where he sleeps.

There seemed to be a masculine scent in the air, Fang Jiamei felt that she had offended the Holy Land, and felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Open your suitcase, but don't know where to put these things.

Carefully opened the only wardrobe, which was full of shirts and suits, only a few sets of simple casual clothes.

But it doesn't seem good to put her clothes in like this, what if he has a cleanliness?
Fang Jiamei thought for a while, then called him according to the number on the note, and the phone answered after two beeps, "What's wrong?"

"Eh..." Fang Jiamei was stuck in the middle of what she wanted to say when she heard his voice, "Well, I want to ask, where do I put my clothes?"

How did he know it was her phone number?

There was silence for a few seconds, and a man's slightly lazy voice came, "Mrs. Mo, I don't think I need to go out and customize a wardrobe for you, do I?"

Fang Jiamei's cheeks blushed because of his "Mrs. Mo", fortunately not face to face, "Oh oh oh, I see, then you should be busy."

After speaking, Fang Jiamei immediately hung up the phone.

Holding his cheeks in both hands, it was hot.

Hanging my clothes in the closet and seeing her skirt under the man's shirt, I felt an indescribable feeling.

Fang Jiamei cleaned the whole apartment, took a nap in the side sleeper, and went to class in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)