Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1289 Not That, What Kind?

Mo Zixuan's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he put his hands into his trousers pockets, only to find that he did not have his mobile phone with him.

Mi Xiaole handed him her mobile phone with an uneasy expression on her face. When she went out, she felt very bad. Now that she is fine, she will definitely be thrown into hell...

Mo Zixuan's face darkened as he picked up the phone, and suddenly closed his eyes in despair...

"What should I do?" Mi Xiaole asked tremblingly.

In her heart, she still hopes that Mo Zixuan can be with Xueer, one reason is that he likes it, and the other reason is that she also wants to take care of Yang Feixue...

Looking at him like this, Mo Chen knew it was an oolong
Jian Junxi is Yang Feixue, and Yang Feixue is Jian Junxi. During this period of time, whenever I think of this matter, my heart feels like a sponge with water.

Can't take it off and can't melt it away, especially Mi Xiaole has to clean him up from time to time. Occasionally, people around him will still mention Jian Junxi.

It's impossible to say that he doesn't mind the ruthless method of killing, he can't understand it.
If you want to succeed, there are thousands of ways, why kill people?Besides, she killed more than a little...

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He didn't want to express any opinions anyway.

After passing Mo Zixuan, without saying a word, he went upstairs first, preparing to go back to the room.

Mo Zixuan suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes filled with waves, and returned the phone to Mi Xiaole.

Her thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, without saying a word, she turned around and went upstairs...

"Hey...Zixuan..." Mi Xiaole yelled uncomfortably, this time, he didn't look back.

Mi Xiaole sighed helplessly, looked at the photos on the phone, and murmured softly: "It's really a wave of ups and downs...

Could it be...the two of them really have no fate? "

After Mo Zixuan went upstairs, he picked up his mobile phone and paced up and down the room anxiously, wondering if he should call Jian Junxi to explain.

She knew in her heart that there was no need to explain, even if she saw it, she wouldn't care.

But, he really doesn't want her to misunderstand him, not at all...

At this time, after Jian Junxi was coaxed by Nangong Jing, he was sitting at the desk for dinner...

Nangong Jing glanced at her notebook, she closed it immediately, and said in a cold tone: "You must not touch my computer and my bag, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Nangong Jing: "..." It's really heartless...

He curled his lips, and when he was about to say something, her phone vibrated, the name was "Mo Zixuan", and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Jian Junxi put down his chopsticks, and when he was hesitant to pick it up, Nangong Jing said lightly, "Go ahead!"

Jian Junxi: "..." I want you to be troublesome...

Since leaving their house last time, Mo Zixuan has never disturbed her again, not even after the last banquet.

She thought, if it wasn't for something important, he probably wouldn't call, so she pursed her lips, swiped the answer button, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Um... have you rested?" Mo Zixuan's tone was unease.

"What's the matter?" Jian Junxi frowned, feeling that his condition was not very good.

"It's just... I want to explain to you that she and I are not what you see!" Mo Zixuan said awkwardly.

Jian Junxi narrowed his eyes, as if he was still thinking about something, Nangong Jing said loudly on purpose:
"What he said is that he and his fiancée are not what you see? They are all hugged together, not like that, what is it?"

Mo Zixuan: "..." This voice...is... Nangong Jing...

(End of this chapter)