My Sweetie,You're so hot

As soon as she finished, mofelin's phone rang. She picked it up and answered it for less than two seconds. She handed it to me, "looking for you."

Then he compared the lip shape of "Murong Jin" with his lips.

I answered the phone impatiently and raised the volume towards the receiver, "why, monitor me?!"

It's only three hours since I went out. I have to give people a chance to breathe.

Murong Jin smiled faintly, "remind you to come back early. There are guests at home today."

"Your guest wants me to entertain him. What do you think I am, escort?" I don't sell his face at all.

Maybe Murong Jin subconsciously likes being abused. Otherwise, the more I scold, the more interested I am.

Murong was not annoyed but smiled. He was cheap. "It's short, Shen Shu. I saw the consumption record of the card."

He's setting me up!

"You gave me the card yourself! Now you want me to sell myself to pay off the debt?"

Murong was not in a hurry, "so are you going to pay your debts?"

"You --"

I hung up the phone angrily and clenched my teeth. I wish I could throw the card in his face now.

Profiteer, the biggest profiteer in the world!

In less than a minute, the mobile phone suddenly vibrated. When I looked up, it was Murong Jin again

"Scatter you son of a bitch!" I scolded angrily, and my voice attracted a lot of attention. Even Mo Feilin couldn't stand it. "It's not that Murong Jin is dead set on you now. How can you be so angry?"

I didn't know what to say. I threw my cell phone back to him. "It's a long story. Anyway, you'd better go back with me and return those bags later."

"There's no need to go shopping again for a phone call. The picture is to be relaxed and happy. If you turn back, you won't be comfortable." Mo Feilin told the truth of life, picked up his coffee and sipped it slowly.

Looking at her so leisurely, it's hard to get angry again. I had to learn from her and enjoy the mellow coffee calmly.

At this time, a group of Mrs. Kuo, who was also tired of shopping, came in. Perhaps the position we chose was more conspicuous. The sharp eyed ones immediately found us and took the initiative to come forward to say hello, "Miss Mo, Mrs. Fu, oh, no, Miss Shen, what a coincidence. You also like the coffee in this house?"

Mo Feilin always has a set of words to deal with people. He doesn't smile. "Yes, it's good, mainly because of the good environment."

One of the selling points of the coffee shop is the warm and elegant environment, because it is quiet.

Anyone with a clear eye could tell that mofelin didn't mean to spell the table.

But the woman who said hello was very blind. When she reached the position next to her, she sat down and said, "Miss Mo, there are many of us. Please squeeze in again."

Mofelin's face was blue and red. It was ugly. Finally, he was squeezed into the innermost part. It was difficult to stretch his legs.

I... didn't survive.

Caught in the middle, he was in a dilemma. He stared at Murphy with big eyes and small eyes. His face was full of love.

Just as they were winking at each other and ready to run away, I suddenly felt someone patting my right leg.

I subconsciously looked down and found that it was the hand extended by the woman on the right, holding a note on it. I found that as soon as she let go, the note fell on my skirt.

At the same time, she also took her hand back. She still looked like she was listening to gossip, as if nothing had happened.

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