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Chapter 22 She is mine

“Not that serious.”

That being said, in order to make Tang Xiaochi feel at ease, Ye Weilan went to the school doctor to disinfect it.

After leaving the infirmary, Tang Xiaochi asked: "What kind of punishment do you think we will be subject to?"

Ye Weilan smiled: "Writing a review and punishment station is light, and it is probably a serious mistake."

Tang Xiaochi waved his hand indifferently. He had a good relationship and they didn't expect that degree certificate to have a meal.

Ye Weilan returned to Lanze Garden at 7 o'clock in the evening. Qi Ye leaned lazily on the sofa. When he saw her, his expression became cold: "Who hits you?"

Ye Weilan secretly praised her vision: "No, I've hit someone."

Qi Ye pulled her over to look at her face, and there was a very clear mark, but with his eyes, he could naturally tell that this was a woman's nail mark.

Ye Weilan simply said the matter and hid Qin Yu's part: "Xiaochi has already vented his anger for me, don't do anything randomly."

Although An Yirou is abominable, she will not die of sin. Moreover, Ye Weilan can't do it even if she makes a person pay the price of bleeding for this small matter.

Qi Ye smiled faintly: "Okay, go change your clothes and have a meal."

Ye Weilan went upstairs, and Qi Ye suddenly spoke: "Zero One."

"Please give me instructions."

"Go and check the details of that woman."

"yes."

Qi Ye is different from Ye Weilan. He has a keen intuition. There is never love or hate in this world for no reason. Never underestimate women's viciousness.

Ye Weilan changed into a home clothes and went downstairs. Qi Ye was already sitting at the dining table, with the table of home-cooked dishes all her favorites.

After dinner, Ye Weilan took a shower and nestled on the sofa to read a book.

Qi Ye wore a black shirt with rolled up his cuffs, revealing two delicate wrists. He did nothing and just stared at her with his chin.

Her small face is as beautiful as jade, her clear pupils, long eyelashes are as beautiful as wings, and her faint elegance and beauty have a refreshing beauty.

This pure and harmless cleanliness made Qi Ye feel inexplicably worried.

He stood up and hugged the person who was concentrating and walked to the bed.

"You can't..." She had a bitter face, and couldn't figure out why this man was so energetic?

If he had been enjoying himself so much, she would have been hospitalized by him sooner or later.

Qi Ye didn't say anything, put the person on the bed and pressed him on.

In the middle of the night, Ye Weilan, who was exhausted, slept very well, and the phone on the table suddenly became buzzing.

A slender hand picked up the phone and glanced at it. There was no name note, it was a strange number.

Qi Ye glanced at the person sleeping next to him, picked up the phone and walked to the window, and pressed the answer button.

A sharp and harsh roar came from the phone: "I'm here...I'm here...I'm going to kill you..." The strange scream seemed extremely shrill in the quiet night: "......You are mine..."

Qi Yeyanlian's lips curled up a fierce arc: "Who said she is yours? She is mine!"

It seemed that I didn't expect that it was a man who answered the phone, and there was a clear pause over there.

Qi Ye pressed the phone and deleted the call record. A bone-broken coldness floated through his dark eyes.

The next day, Ye Weilan was a little confused when she saw the new phone call from Qi Ye.

"I changed you a new number, and don't tell anyone except family and friends."
Chapter completed!
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