Xiao Musheng is very excited. Bai Mohan naturally believes that he is dedicated to his sister, but it's a metaphor I can't flatter you.

"Before that, though, we need the help of one person." White Mo Han said.

"Who?"

"Wenlow."

……

……

The next morning, Xiaoyou woke up early, yesterday a day to sleep is too much, this will say what also don't want to sleep late.

Although I haven't been allowed to go to the company, I still want to have breakfast with you.

Yesterday, she wanted to wait for Bai Mohan and Xiao Musheng to come back and ask about the situation before she went to bed, but she still couldn't stand the temptation of Duke Zhou and went to a dream to date him.

But unexpectedly, as soon as she came down, she met Xiao Musheng's smiling face full of sunshine and vitality.

"Good morning, sister!"

This Is the change a little big? It's just one night, isn't it?

"Good morning, Musheng is in a good mood today." Xiao you asks tentatively.

"I'm in a good mood every day. Sister, I'll bring you breakfast. You can sit there. Oh, my brother-in-law has come down. Good morning, brother-in-law! " Xiao Musheng waved to the white Mohan who just appeared at the stairway, and then walked into the kitchen.

Xiaoyou gaped and said: "my God, Han, did you cook chicken soup for him last night?"

"Well?"

"Chicken Soup for the soul. Otherwise, this boy's Kung Fu all night is like a different person. " Xiao you couldn't help sighing.

“……” The joke is a little cold. "It's nothing. Maybe he figured it out himself."

"Yes? But Han, what did you say to him last night? You must know something. Tell me about it Xiao you grabbed his arm and shook it. He was coquettish.

Bai Mo Han raised the corner of his lips, approached her and said in a low voice, "do you want to know?"

"Well, my husband told me." Xiaoyou blinks his big eyes and tries to be cute.

The smile on Bai Mohan's face deepened, and her lips stuck to her small white ears, and she whispered: "yes I can't tell you the secret between men. "

Xiao you is full of anticipation waiting, the result waited to come this sentence, can give her to be angry bad, the face is plump.

"What's the matter, sister? My brother-in-law made you angry? " Xiao Musheng, a happy boy, did not know what had happened just now. He came over happily with breakfast.

See him, small leisurely more angry, these two people unexpectedly carried her to have a small secret! It's too much. She has a feeling of being excluded.

"You go away, I don't want to talk to you, you are not a good person!" Xiao you angrily turns his head, but he still grabs the breakfast from Xiao Musheng's hand and eats it angrily.

Xiao Musheng was at a loss. He didn't do anything. How could he be scolded?

Innocent eyes cast in white ink cold body, see brother-in-law a face doting smile looking at his sister.

Well, he knows that this is the taste of the young couple. He has no brain and just plunges in and takes up all the dust. He deserves to be scolded!

After breakfast, Xiao Musheng and Bai Mohan both went to the company. Li Yafeng took Mengmeng to the park. She was not suitable to go out, so she had to stay at home alone. She was so bored that she was about to get moldy.

"Ding Ling Ling." There was a ringing of the cell phone.

Xiao you is puzzled to look in the past. When she sees the name on the caller ID clearly, she is even more puzzled.

Wenlow.

How did wenlow call her personal cell phone? Isn't the advertisement finished? There should be no intersection between them, right? And, think of white ink cold's advice before, she is a little tangled, this phone or not?

Is hesitating, the phone was cut off, she just breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he did not tangle, the phone rang again, is still Wenluo.

It's been played twice. Can't it really be something? Small leisurely in the mind a bit guess not to understand, this just picked up the telephone.

"Male god?" She tried to open her mouth.

"It's me." The phone is her familiar voice, with a faint smile. "Sorry, I didn't call you about something yesterday. How are you?"

Hearing this, Xiaoyou is more confused. Does the God call her to comfort her body?

"It's fine. Nothing's wrong."

"Oh, so..." Winora has a long ending, which always makes people think that he has something to say.

"Male god, do you have something to tell me?" Little yousuo spoke directly for him.

The end of the phone was quiet for a moment, then Wenluo's voice rang out: "Xiao you, after that day, did Bai Mohan say anything to you?"

"What did you say? Well, what do you mean? " Han said a lot to her, OK, but she didn't know if it was what the male god wanted to know."Well, for example, me?"

"You?" Small leisurely a Leng, immediately think of, what male god wants to ask should not be, white Mo Han has stopped them to continue to associate? Think of that day cold also specially exhort her, let her don't privately and Wen Luo contact, small leisurely more want to feel his guess right.

But how can the male god know about this? How impolite.

Thinking about this, Xiaoyou immediately laughed: "ha ha, it seems that there is no ah. Han really didn't tell me anything about you. "

Facts have proved that she is really not suitable for lying. This fake smile is really fake.

Wenluo listen to, in the heart clapping for a while, difficult not, white Mo Han really found out about his identity information? It seems that he has to find a chance to have a good talk with Bai Mohan in private.

The end of the phone suddenly fell into a silence, Xiaoyou a little bit elusive, sounding out: "male god? Wenlow? Are you still there? "

Wenluo then recovered: "Oh, nothing's wrong. You're just worried that your body hasn't recovered. Now that you have nothing to do, let's do it first. The assistant called me. I have to go. Goodbye, little fan. " Then he hung up.

Xiaoyou holds the mobile phone and looks embarrassed.

Wenlow, are you making a fool of her? In addition to the symbolic concern about her body at the beginning, which sentence is related to her? She called him. Why didn't she hear?

However, I always feel that Wenluo's question is a bit strange.

What is cold? What can I tell her? Does Cheng Han know something about Wenluo?

Or

A strong idea suddenly rushed out, let the small leisurely suddenly opened.

She finally knew the meaning of the question Wenluo had just asked. She was afraid that her mind would be exposed. She hesitated and cared about the cold's opinion.

If she's right, wenlow must be I like her!