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Mu Zijin's words kept hovering in Mingke's mind. She was a little confused, or she didn't want to.

The light under her eyes accumulated little by little, until she saw Xiao Xiang's face clearly, she took a deep breath, barely pulled out a smile: "nothing, just think of some things."

"Who called you just now?" Xiao Xiang asked again.

Mingke shook his head: "I don't remember."

Want to take the mobile phone back from her hand, Xiao Xiang stepped back, forcefully holding the mobile phone, staring at a string of strange numbers on the mobile phone screen.

She shouldn't have asked about her affairs, and she knew that she had been hiding something from herself, but as long as she came back safely and continued to live her life, she would not ask more.

But now she was so obviously frightened, or said that in addition to the fright, there was a touch of despair she had never seen before. She was so desperate that she didn't know how to be at ease.

"If you don't tell me, I'll call back and have a look." She said.

Mingke was shocked by her words. She quickly reached for her mobile phone and said, "don't be mischievous, Xiao Xiang. You said you didn't care, and I don't want to explain."

"Then you have to tell me what's going on. Are you being bullied?"

Mingke shakes his head and smiles, but the smile is too obvious. How can Xiao Xiang not see it? But seeing her like this, she couldn't bear to pester her any more.

When she hesitated to return the phone to her, the phone suddenly rang again, and there was still a string of strange numbers on the screen.

Xiao Xiang frowned. When she looked at Mingke again, she was already flustered. She reached out and grabbed her mobile phone back.

Looking at the string of numbers on the screen, her heart was constantly fluctuating violently. Her breathing was disordered and her heart beat was disordered. At this time, she couldn't make up her mind whether to answer his phone.

The bell rang all the time, and she didn't get through until the phone hung up automatically. But it was less than two seconds after the phone was disconnected, and the phone rang again, which was the same number.

I don't know when his patience has become so good, or he has a fire in his heart, and now he wants to find someone to vent.

She took a deep breath and looked back at Xiao Xiang. Her thin lips moved.

Xiao Xiang just stop, it is helpless: "go out to pick up, I will not interfere with your business, but you have to ensure that you will not let their own accident."

Mingke bit her lip and didn't nod or shake her head, because even she didn't know what would happen to her if she kept pestering with Beiming night like this.

It's not the first time that the old man is mentioned. Mu Zijin even says that if he continues to indulge, he will get rid of her before the legendary old man starts.

But do they know that she is just a toy in the heart of the northern night? Is it stupid of them to attach so much importance to it?

She gave a cold smile, or even did not know what she was laughing at, but in the smile, Xiao Xiang could see that she was really sad.

Unspeakable desolate breath, with the breath of her going out spilled on the ground, a cool, people see inexplicable heartache.

Mingke went to the corridor to pick up the phone and called softly: "Mr. Beiming."

"Five minutes." There comes the low voice of the northern night.

But Ming was silent for a second and said, "OK."

Then he hung up the phone, went back to his room to pack up his things, took her computer bag, looked back at Xiao Xiang, and said with a smile, "I'll be back as soon as possible tomorrow morning. The audition will be done according to what we said. If I can't make it back, you and Qianqian will go first. In addition, we really don't have enough staff. We want Xu Nianhua to pick three or four more people in the club tomorrow who are more comfortable to use, and then let them help prepare for the audition. "

"I see." Xiao Xiang stares at her lips with the smile of whitewash and peace. She really pities her in her heart, but she knows Mingke's character too well. What she doesn't want to say, she can't ask.

She seems weak, but her heart is very strong, so tough, even a man may not be able to do, do not know what she is facing, but she is really love can help.

She nodded and whispered, "take care of yourself."

"I will." Mingke threw her a light smile, turned around and walked out of the door, but when walking out of the dormitory door, the smile on her lips dispersed in an instant.

Take good care of yourself, a simple word, now seems to have become difficult for her.

The disaster protected by life, the gentle smile and soft eyes of those days, as well as her soft eyes and affectionate confession tonight

Suddenly feel that the world is really too ridiculous, anything, anyone is so ridiculous, but she is silly to believe that they are really so lucky, even if dare not accept, but also happy that they can have such a beautiful friendship.Friendship She laughed again, but it was cold enough.

Five minutes is always so short. Running from Mingke's dormitory to the old parking place at the back door of Beiming night, five minutes is not more than five minutes. It won't give her too much time to wander on the road, and it won't be so short that she can't even catch up.

He can always control the time so well, and he can control her so well, but what he didn't expect is that when she arrived, Mu Zijin was still there and didn't leave.

She took a breath, hugged the computer bag in her arms, lowered her head, and went directly to Beiming night.

Beiming night's eyes fell on the computer bag in her arms. He raised his lips and put on a smile that turned all living beings upside down. "Do you think you still have time to do things after you go back with me?"

"I just hope to have one in ten thousand opportunities for me to do something, and you have to take a bath, don't you?" Her eyes swept over his dust stained camouflage suit. Her smile was so weak, but at least she calmed down when she spoke.

The North night smoked a cigarette again, raised chin.

Mingke didn't speak. He got in through the open door and sat quietly in the back seat.

"Don't you plan to go back?" Beiming night side head saw Mu Zijin who was leaning on the car like him one eye, the cigarette in the hand was pinched out by the long finger, throw aside at will, he stood up straight body, closed the door behind him, walked toward the front door: "I want to go back to the imperial court, do you want to have a cup of coffee with me?"

Mu Zi Jin flicked the cigarette ash of fingertip, also stand straight body, open a little distance with his car.

Seeing that he opened the cab door, he pursed his lips and finally moved his eyes to the back seat.