Women disguised as men as school grass

Chapter 402 The Logic of Wife Slave
She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

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【Ling Weifeng is in the pine forest, looking for her. 】

When Wang Jiaohua saw the information, she panicked for a moment, the pine forest was a little far away, what did that girl Ling Weifeng do running so far, maybe something happened.

"Senior, I have to leave earlier."

Wang Jiaohua hurriedly greeted Fang Jiming, and then left in a hurry.

After walking a few steps, another text message reminded me.

[Bring a thick coat. 】

"coat?"

Wang Jiaohua was at a loss, where did she have a coat?

"Senior, borrow your clothes."

She suddenly trotted back to Fang Jiming's side, picked up the coat that had just been returned to him, and ran away after leaving a word.

Fang Jiming frowned, walking in such a hurry, something must have happened.

I wanted to follow up and have a look, but after thinking about it, forget it.

He has nothing to do with her, so there is no need to care too much, otherwise it will only make her sink deeper and deeper.

When Wang Jiaohua ran to the pine forest, she saw Ling Weifeng squatting on the ground alone, with her back against a pine tree, her head buried between her knees, she didn't know what she was doing.

She is small and thin, and curled up on the ground like this, she looks like an abandoned puppy.

Seeing that Wang Jiaohua's heart was trembling, not to mention how distressed she was.

"Xiao Feng, what are you doing here?"

Hearing someone speak, Ling Weifeng raised his head.

Only then did Wang Jiaohua realize that there were still tears on her face.

Her hair was wet with tears, sticking to her face, a little embarrassed, this pitiful appearance was simply distressing.

"What's the matter? Who bullied you? Huh?"

Wang Jiaohua hurried forward, put the phone on the ground, and turned the flashlight upwards.

She took out Fang Zhiming's white coat and put it on Ling Weifeng's body, touching her hand inadvertently, it was cold and without any warmth.

"God, how long have you been squatting here."

How to freeze like this, really distressed to death.

Ling Weifeng let Wang Jiaohua put the clothes on her body like a puppet.

With the coat, the body gradually warmed up, but the heart was still cold.

"Get up first, aren't you tired from squatting?"

Seeing Ling Weifeng not moving by herself, Wang Jiaohua desperately took her hand.

"My feet are numb, I can't move." Ling Weifeng said pitifully.

This expression is especially like a puppy begging its owner to pet it.

Wang Jiaohua, "..."

Why does she have a feeling of dumbfounding?

Although Ling Weifeng is very thin, Wang Jiaohua is not fat, and she is not as tall as Ling Weifeng, so it is still a bit difficult to help Ling Weifeng get up.

After finally dragging Ling Weifeng up, he found that Ling Weifeng couldn't stand still at all, and his whole body was on top of her.

The two hugged each other, staggering, almost unable to stand firmly.

This frightened Prince Xi who was hiding not far away.

Grinding her teeth, why is that Wang Jiaohua so useless, she can't even hold someone up.

Simply trash!

But don't drop his darling, otherwise he will never end with her!

Prince Xi's Gu Xin raised it to his throat, and secretly began to estimate in his heart, if the two of them lost their balance and fell, who would be below.

After confirming that he was leaning towards Wang Jiaohua, he was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, even if it fell, Wang Jiaohua would be the backrest, and his baby is fine.

Uh, Master Xihuang, are you really a man with such a dirty mind?

My baby can't be dropped, but Master Fang's can?

Wife slave logic, only one word, strong!

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