The world is waiting for the president to kick me

Chapter 987

As soon as Xiong Jingling came out of the dormitory, her cell phone rang immediately.

She paused, lowered her head and opened it, looking at the two words dancing on it, she suddenly felt agitated.

Press it directly, but the person on the other end of the phone continued to call in tirelessly. After repeating it three times, Xiong Jingling took the trouble and finally pressed the answer.

Her tone was very bad, "Do you bother me!"

The other end of the phone was quiet for three seconds, and then I heard Jiang Yiting laughing lowly.

"Such a temper?"

He could still laugh, Xiong Jingling was furious, gritted her teeth angrily, "It's nothing, I'll die!"

"Huh? Who messed with you?"

"Hehe, who else but you." She snorted coldly, "Hang up, I have a lot of things in my hand, so it's inconvenient to talk on the phone."

"At this point, where are you going?"

"Where I go is none of your business."

"Lingling, are you sure you want to keep talking to me like this?"

This time, even though Jiang Yiting still had a smile in his tone, the threatening warning in his words was unambiguous.

Xiong Jingling bit the flesh of her lower lip, out of habit, subconsciously shuddered at his stern and terrifying appearance, but then thought about it, he is not in Nancheng now, so what if she offends him.

At most, it's just a warning. Is it possible that he can lose Beichuan's job and come here to take care of him?

Moreover, thinking of what her roommates were talking about her behind her back, Xiong Jingling felt even more angry, "Why can't I say that, I told you not to call every day, I can read by myself, I don't need you to read every day, don't you Do you think it's a waste of time??"

"Since you don't like it, then I won't read it."

He suddenly compromised so easily, Xiong Jingling felt depressed that she couldn't vent her fist into the cotton.

She pursed her lower lip and said directly, "Hang up."

After cutting off the call, Xiong Jingling picked up her things and continued walking outside.

However, before he came out of the girls' dormitory, he saw Jiang Yijun waiting at the gate, and the girls who came in and out of the gate were all surrounded on the other side, covering their mouths and faces and cheering in a low voice.

Jiang Yijun saw her at a glance, walked over directly, glanced at the things in her hand, and frowned.

Xiong Jingling was still surprised, and smiled secretly, "Why are you here? You can't be waiting for some girl, are you and Zhuo Feiyang finally willing to change the target?"

"My brother sent me a message." Jiang Yijun noticed the luggage bag in her hand, "You don't live in the dormitory?"

"..."

Oops, I forgot that Jiang Yiting still has such a foreign aid.

This is too lingering!

It was fine for Jiang Yijun to ask, but he still wanted to vomit blood in front of so many female students.

"Don't tell me? Or I'll send you to a counselor?"

"Hey, who is your friend!" Xiong Jingling was furious!

Jiang Yijun only said, "I will watch over you for my brother."

"..."

Damn, you are so arrogant and arrogant! ! Ball, ball, be a normal person!

Bite the bullet, Xiong Jingling had no choice but to say, "It's nothing, I just want to go out and have a change of environment to have fun and review the end of the semester."

"Really." Jiang Yijun looked at her calmly, and finally stepped forward to take her luggage bag before Xiong Jingling broke his mark, "Stay in the school hotel? I'll take you there."

"Uh, well, thank you."

Jiang Yijun helped her move her things into the hotel and left. It had the same layout as the dormitory, but there was only one double bed.

Xiong Jingling was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, and when she calmed down, she would think of the hurtful words of her roommates, so she lifted the quilt and covered her head a little angrily.

Downstairs in the hotel, Jiang Yijun raised his head and looked at the bright place upstairs, took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it to someone.

Soon, a string of familiar phone numbers lit up.

(End of this chapter)