What's the situation, isn't it! ?

Wait, Zhang Wanlin realized now that the "Huafeihua" had never said who he was, but he first said that Huafeihua was Qin Fei.

If it weren't for Qin Fei, then who was he, midnight three more himself.

joke?

mischief?

Boring?

Zhang Wanlin asked again: "You really haven't chatted with me, use your new trumpet?"

Qin Fei's impatient voice came from over there: "I am busy playing games today, why am I chatting with you?

Besides, even if I am chatting with you, why do I have a trumpet.

Wouldn't it be more appropriate to use the phone directly like now? "

That's right, with Qin Fei's character, this is the right way for him now, and it doesn't fit his character to make some twists and turns.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Wanlin quickly opened the buckle and found Huafeihua.

Since this is not Qin Fei, he is from another class.

The reason why he was so sure was from his class, because he had mentioned one person, Mo Yanran, as soon as he came up.

In addition to this class, who is more familiar with the goddess Mo Yanran.

Taking 10,000 steps back, he, Zhang Wanlin, an unknown person, is even less likely to be known by outsiders, and it is even less likely to add his deduction.

Now the mood of writing a novel is gone, his fingers are flying, typing quickly, and today he is going to ask the question.

"who are you?

I know you are not Qin Fei! ! "

At the same time, the message popped up on Mo Yanran's mobile phone. At this time, Mo Yanran was going to sleep, but somehow wanted to get up and reply to the news.

Isn’t it very sensible to chat with classmates at the same table in such a strange identity?

Mo Yanran thought, could it be that she guessed herself?

No, with so many people in the class, how could it be possible to guess her head.

And this is still a male number.

It's even more impossible.

She replied: "Confidentiality."

Zhang Wanlin: "Are you kidding me?"

Mo Yanran: "No."

"then who are you?"

"It's all said to be confidential."

"Is it my class?"

"Confidential!"

"Damn! I will delete you now!"

"Hey wait."

"Why, are you going to expose the truth?"

"no."

Mo Yanran didn't know what she thought at this time, she did just that.

"I can help you."

She finds it very interesting.

"What help?"

Looks dumbfounded over there.

"Didn't you say you like Mo Yanran, I can help you chase her."

But there was no immediate reply to the message. Mo Yanran waited a little anxiously, why didn't he reply?

I don't know it.

Obviously, she thought too much about all this.

"Why should I believe you?

Besides, I don’t even know who you are now! "

Finally replied over there.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you like Mo Yanran, but Mo Yanran obviously doesn't like you.

So I can be your adviser and help you chase her. "

"Come on you, if you can chase, then why don't you chase?"

"Because... I am a girl.

"".......girl! ?

""kindness.

So I want to help you. "

Zhang Wanlin thought about this for a long time. The girls in the class helped them pursue Mo Yanran?

No way?

Is he so popular in the class?

But he didn't remember any special girl who had a relationship with him so good that he could help him pursue the goddess.

Could it be that the girl who has been keeping her name incognito, observing herself in a low-key manner, secretly falling in love?

But secret love is not right. If it is secret love, shouldn't Zhang Wanlin pursue her? Why pursue the goddess.

Or is she a little bit more Lei Feng, willing to turn her little love into a great love?

It is not impossible.

Zhang Wanlin felt that the more he thought about it, the more outrageous he became. If he continued thinking about it, he could write a long romantic novel.

"I don't believe it, you, a girl, are willing to help me chase Mo Yanran."

"You believe it or not.

listen to me.

Tomorrow you try to ask her out for dinner on the weekend and then watch a movie.

Maybe she can really agree. "

"It's so fake, you, how could you come up and promise me to have dinner with me on the weekend."

Zhang Wanlin felt that this person was brushing herself up, and clearly made her make a fool of herself by Mo Yanran's side.

It's not that no one has made an appointment like this before, but a lot of people.

There are so many different types, but at first glance, it seems that he doesn't move.

So many outstanding people have not been invited, so why can Zhang Wanlin invite him?

Replied over there: "Anyway, you just listen to me.

It's going to sleep now, bye. "

Then he went offline and didn't give Zhang Wanlin any chance to ask questions.

Zhang Wanlin put down the phone, wondering in his heart that the weird things encountered today are really one after another.

He didn't think about it, how could he go to make an appointment with Mo Yanran.

Don't think too much about these things, it's important to rush the draft right now.

If you can't finish writing the manuscript, there is no money, and the cousin wants to crush him.

If you can't finish your homework, then the teacher wants him to be crushed.

Hey, sad life-this time, needless to say, Zhang Wanlin was busy again until three or four in the morning.

I still have to run to school today, and I have to set an alarm clock at six o'clock.

Depend on! The combined sleep time is not even 3 hours.

He washed just to wake up the dreaming Charlene.

She walked over wearing sports shorts, suspenders and underwear with slippers, and dazedly took Zhang Wanlin's hand: "You are still busy, you are sleeping."

Pulled away involuntarily.

"Well, I will go to bed now."

Zhang Wanlin is also planning to go to sleep.

If he doesn't sleep, he will become a god.

"You think I believe in you, old lady.

Go and sleep. "

How much does Charlene care about Zhang Wanlin's health?

It depends on how much she pays attention to the latest LV limited edition bags.

For the sake of his own money, of course Zhang Wanlin should not be tired.

So you must sleep when it's time to sleep.

Xia Lin forced Zhang Wanlin to the bed without questioning.

The only problem with Zhang Wanlin right now is not sleeping, but not his bed.

My God-Charlene, who was very nervous, and slept in a daze, dragged him to her room and was still in her bed.

Although it is a sibling, but...what, this has serious ethical problems.

"Hey, we are brothers and sisters, what are you afraid of?

I'm asleep.

Good brother. "

Xia Lin didn't think so much, went to bed, hugged Zhang Wanlin like a pillow, and then put on the quilt to fall asleep peacefully.

The quilt is full of her fragrance and heat.

After washing, Zhang Wanlin only wore a pair of men's shorts, but they were gone.

Xia Lin hugged so tightly, but it made him truly feel why some people say that women are made of water.

That delicate and smooth skin, that soft and elastic texture...If this continues, Zhang Wanlin can't stand it anymore.

He tried to struggle, but Charlene was locked on him like a lock.

There is no other way but to sleep.

Drowsiness came like a flood, completely submerging him.