Chapter 3: Unsuccessful

In the morning, Qiao Mu was spending anxiously, the thin strips of willows brows, the little hands rubbing their foreheads, licking the short hair of the chicken coop, and turning a lot of circles in the small living room of Qiu Ning's house, they jumped!
Mommy egg! The book in the bag is what you want to give to the customer, worth three hundred and eight! I must send it tomorrow, this is the one with the most money, and the work can't be lost! If you lose your book, you have to lose money. This is clearly cutting her flesh!
There is also her student ID card. No student ID card can't survive at school. I can't sign in, can't take the exam, can't enter the library... Joe Mu thinks about crying.
Let's not say whether time can come or not. The key is to pay 50 yuan for the replacement. This is the most difficult for Joe Mu to tolerate. Nima, fifty, for Qiao Mu, who has to split into two flowers for a penny, it is a huge sum of money, there are wood! Therefore, she must take the bag back! at all costs!
"Well, that's it!" With an idea, Joe Mu made a fist! The big apricots sparkled with dazzling light. If you are unsuccessful, you will become a benevolent person. This kind of thing, of course, must be done at night, the night is black and windy... Joe Mu laughs.
Qiu Ning, who is sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looks at the neuropathy and looks at the sorrow of the previous second. After a second, he smiles like a flower, and he secretly laughs at this little tease. He can never figure out what the key point is.
Resting on others, isn't it dying to cry alive and screaming that you have lost your life, this is more than worrying about the bra, and worry about the student card, this nerve is big enough.
With the power of Lin Yi and Zuozhen, the efficiency of the work was a hundred times faster. In the afternoon, all the information collected was placed in front of Xi Muqiao. A few sheets of A4 paper, a U disk, and a washed white bag.
The man's eyelashes are half-baked, lazy on the back of the chair, with long legs overlapping, the slender index finger tapping the table quickly or slowly, staring at the monitor screen in the computer. Looking at the picture, the little went from the bar to the toilet, then went up the second floor, and turned around, and finally plunged into his room.
The man raised his eyebrows and raised his lips. Is this little drunk and misunderstood? Oh, misunderstanding can't change the fact that she has strengthened him. This monitoring is a crime!
The long, white fingers gripped a few pages of paper on the table, and the scorpion swiftly swept: Qiao Mu, female, 20 years old, a sophomore at Jiangcheng University.
The man sneered, his fingers flicked the paper, and the little said that he was underage. Is it so good for underage development? The face looks like a minor.
Looking down, the men's warm eyes are getting sharper and sharper. The Yingjian's swords and eyebrows are stunned, and the thin lips are light and sloppy. The long fingers hold the fingertips of the paper, because the force is green.
Orphans, adopted at the age of six, and then left Jiangcheng, ... After that, Qiao Mu admitted to Jiangcheng University, returned to Jiangcheng with his mother, and raised the mother’s heart.
Six years old - adopted -
After reading, the man's heart jerked and then released. The shackles of the heart swayed for years and collapsed instantly. The eyes suddenly turned red, and the breath was stunned.
With scornful eyes, I can't stop the emotions in my heart, and my heart beats more and more, and my body is stiff. Only the slight tremor of the fingertips inadvertently exposed the turbulent waves of the man's calm appearance at the moment, and the throat knot slides up and down for a long time. Therefore, the little things left in the past, not because of anger!
Zuo Zhen and Lin Yi stood by, and the changes in the mood of the president’s adults were clear. The two looked at each other and waited for the president to speak.
For a long time, the talents sitting on the sofa slowly opened their eyes, as if they finally recovered their strength, the undercurrent of the eyes disappeared, the look was normal, and it became gentle again.
Left hurriedly handed the red wine in the hand to the past, Jiangcheng University student ID card.
When I opened it, I saw the little laughing in the spring. The man glared at the face, his expression soft, motionless, almost greedy.
The little smile in the memory seems to be in front of me, the five senses are open, or the round little nose, the thin strip of eyebrows, still so funny. The big palm took the whitish bag, and it was quite heavy. The man bent his lips and must be a good boy who loves to learn.
Open the bag and take out a thick book. Seeing the title of the book, Xi Muqiao smiled and he wanted to take back the words.
On the cover of the book are several big characters - "Love and Marriage."
Then come up with a book, the man's mouth twitching - "64 type of love."
I took out another one, and the man’s eyes were pumped out - "The House of Things."
He also did not believe in evil, gritted his teeth, and the big palms all took out the remaining books and spread them out - "The Little Secrets between Husbands" and "The Man"...
Xi Muqiao: "..."
The trembling hand took out the last one, and finally it was not about the - "How is the teasing ratio made!"
Xi Mu Qiao anger, pat on the table, the anger on his body seems to be overturned. What's special, little bastard, what is this?
Zuo Zhen and Lin Yi looked at the books on the table and sneaked on the face of Xi Muqiao. The eyes were twitching, the shoulders were shaking and shaking, and the smiles were so hard.
Xi Mu Qiao got up, his hands were akimbo, the blue veins between the necks, the temples slammed, and the face was no longer visible. He felt that he would soon faint. This little can really surprise people!
Suddenly, the man smiled, and the smile was so clean and refined, as if the person who almost jumped on the foot was not himself, facing the left side of the line and Lin Yi hooked his finger, and looked like a noble son. "You two, this way... ...".
At eight o'clock in the evening, for the city of Jiangcheng, the colorful nightlife has just begun. The streets are bustling with various lights and neon dots.
Joe Mu took a black cap, his hat was low, covering the big half of his face, and sneaking around the corner of the bar.
Qiu Ning saw this teasing, turned his eyes, and wanted to go up and lick her feet. Please! You are here to take your own things. If you don’t steal two, why not sneak, like a thief? Still beautiful, to reduce the sense of existence, just like you are so beautifully dressed, is it a good focus when you go in?
Qiao Mu doesn't know why. When I get back here, I feel inexplicably guilty. It is obvious that I am coming to take my own things. What is her guilty conscience. I saw her coughing twice, her expression was meticulous, her body was straight and her mouth was small, "I am not a thief, I am not robbing, I am not a thief, I am not robbing, I am not..."
Qiu Ning couldn't bear it, watching the teasing teeth. She regrets, why do we have to come along, she wants to go home to find her mother!
Finally, Joe was so angry that he walked toward the bar as if he were dead. Stepping out of the revolving door, I looked up and looked at it. Qiao Mu was almost stunned. He didn't mention it in one breath, and his face was red.
She... she just wore the bra twice!