Hello, Mr. School Prince

Her tone was somewhat mocking.

Ma Wu's face was a little embarrassed, which made her very pretentious.

"It's okay to take two more pills. This is the best contraceptive. It won't hurt you."

Wang Jiaohua didn't speak any more, threw the medicine into her mouth, picked up the water, raised her head and swallowed it.

Seeing her taking the medicine with her own eyes, Ma Wu picked up the glass of milk just now.

"Then I will go out for hygiene first, Miss Wang, please use it slowly, I will come in later to clean up."

Seeing Wang Jiaohua kept her head down and not talking, Ma Wu sighed.

"Miss Wang, this is also for your own good. It is impossible for you and Young Master. It is impossible for the Fang family to let an actor in. Think about it yourself.

Only Wang Jiaohua was left in the room, and she didn't move the breakfast.

He stared at the air with a little blankness, and didn't know what he was looking at.

I felt sour and uncomfortable.

When Ma Wu came in, the breakfast on the table didn't move at all.

She just glanced coldly, did not speak, picked up the dinner plate and went out.

Only Wang Jiaohua was left in the room.

She just sat there in silence, weeping silently.

After sitting until eleven o'clock, when the phone rang, she came back to her senses in a daze.

Sitting on the sofa for too long, keeping a movement, the body is a little stiff.

She turned her head somewhat mechanically and saw the word "Senior" flashing on the screen.

Tears that had dried up fell again.

He sniffed, wiped tears with the back of his hand, and then picked up the phone to connect.

"Hey."

Hearing her voice with a thick nasal sound, Fang Jiming frowned on the other end of the phone, "What's the matter?"

Wang Jiaohua quickly took the phone away and covered the microphone with her hand.

He sniffed again, and then cleared his throat. After making sure that his voice was not that strange, he put the phone back.

Qiangyan smiled, "No."

"Are you unhappy? Did you cry."

"No, what am I crying?" Wang Jiaohua said calmly, trying to make her voice more pleasant.

Fang Jiming had a deep face. He liked her voice so much, how could he not hear that she had cried.

"Open the video."

Wang Jiaohua panicked, "I'm really fine. I was practicing singing just now, and my voice was a little dumb."

How could Fang Jiming believe this clumsy excuse.

She is a singer, and what she loves most is her singing voice. How could she practice singing until her voice is overburdened.

"Open the video." He repeated.

The tone is a bit heavy.

This was the second time he had spoken hard to Wang Jiaohua, which made Wang Jiaohua a little scared.

"Oh, wait, I'm in the toilet."

As Wang Jiaohua said, she hung up the phone busy.

Then quickly took out the cosmetic bag and quickly put on makeup on herself.

Cover the crying face.

This is the video.

The makeup was a little rushing, and Fang Jiming couldn't tell how obvious he wanted to cover it.

Especially her big beautiful eyes are already swollen from crying.

He frowned, feeling distressed, "Why are you crying?"

"Just... the eyes went into the sand."

As soon as this excuse was said, Wang Jiaohua regretted it, it was too vulgar.

The house is spotless, how could there be sand.

Moreover, the excuse that the eyes are in the sand is so common that children don't believe it, okay?

She was also in a moment of urgency before blurting out.

"Jiaojiao, I'm sorry I left early, but something happened to the company and I am very anxious. I have to deal with it."