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Oh, God bless, he doesn't rush back from Europe in spite of himself, triggering another round of climax in Madame Qiangwei's dissatisfaction with her. ． ． ． ． ．

Ye Siluo held the paper note in his hand, and the three characters in block letters were slightly cursive, elegant and elegant. ． ． ． ． ．

"The handwriting is good!" He expressed his sincere admiration, looking horizontally and vertically, looking from left to right, dragging time.

Cheng Liuli resisted the urge to crush him wildly in his heart, clutching the bed sheet under his body tightly with his fist, waiting for his response.

After more than ten seconds, the fellow Shi Shiran took out her silver-gray small Kun bag from the bedside table in front of the hospital bed and handed it over.

"The latest model from Diorr?" He asked very ignorantly.

Cheng Liuli ignored him, opened the Kun bag to get the mobile phone, searched it several times but couldn't find it, she did not give up and poured out all the things in the Kun bag, wallet, key chain, crystal hairpin, colorless lip gloss. ． ． ． ． ．

They are all little girls' various gadgets, except the mobile|mobile phone is missing, oh no, and the little silver dress she put in her bag last night!

Ye Siluo raised his eyebrows and looked at her impatient actions.

She glared at him, it must be him again!

He took the pen and paper and wrote again, "Where's my mobile phone? And that little dress?"

"I threw away the dress, but you still don't want to throw away such dirty clothes? Is Chu Yilun being mean to you? Why don't you follow me from now on, I promise you will wear new clothes every day, never repeating the same..."

The anger in my heart began to heat up again!

"Oh, there is still a mobile phone? The mobile phone rang all night last night. There were at least a hundred missed calls and text messages. I couldn't turn it off. I just threw it in the trash..."

Cheng Liuli closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress the violent ups and downs of his chest. When he opened his eyes again, a magnificent smile spread all over his face.

Ye Siluo stared straight for a moment, she waved her hand, and the latter leaned closer.

With a straight hook, it landed on Yesilo's thin lips like a knife!

——Blood dripped from the corner of her lips, but it wasn't his, but the blood from her fist being knocked out by his teeth!

Before Ye Siluo had time to react, Cheng Liuli had already rushed over and beat him like crazy.

"Stop--stop-stop--" Yesilo hugged her tightly in panic, and hurriedly replied, "You didn't lose your phone! You didn't lose your phone! Why can't you take a joke? , it’s just a mobile phone, is it worth working so hard?”

Cheng Liuli struggled to break free from his embrace, stretched out his hand to grab some messy hair, and stretched out his hand out of breath.

Ye Siluo grabbed the beautiful and moist little hand stretched out in front of him, turned over to check the injury, but luckily it was just scratched and there was nothing serious, he sighed,

"Didn't I tell you? Don't be head-on! Look, every time you have to hurt yourself..."

As he said that, he suddenly raised the wound and put it on his lips to kiss it. At the same time, before the drift broke out again, he quickly took out a lemon yellow lady's mobile phone from his arms and handed it over.

Cheng Liuli grabbed it angrily, turned on the screen, fiddled with it deftly, and flipped through the pages intently.

Ye Siluo looked at her intently. ． ． ． ． ．

What she held in her hand was a high-end business mobile phone produced by Germany's No. 20 brand, worth more than RMB [-].