Strange phone call

  "Dictatorship, hegemony, chauvinistic pig." Warmth cursed a few times and dialed the phone. She didn't come back until very late, and her father was worried. Warmth had no choice but to lie, saying she was working during summer vacation and happened to be on the same shift as Tang Mandong, so she just stayed at Mandong's house.

  Dad didn't suspect anything, he just reminded her not to disturb others too much. Wen Nuan listened to her father's loving voice and felt a warm ache in her heart. Dad, I'm sorry, I deceived you.

  She looked around the apartment, which had two floors, with two rooms on the first floor and three on the second. However, she didn't expect to be staying in a guest room either. She racked her brains, thinking of ways to reject Ye Fei Mo.

  Is it okay to say she has AIDS? Warmly thought of self-abandonment.

  Just as she was lost in thought, the phone in the room rang. It was Ye Fei Mo's phone, and she didn't dare to answer it. But the phone kept ringing nonstop. She pursed her lips, looked up at the floor above, and picked up the phone, "Hello..."

  "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number." A soft and gentle female voice was on the other end.

  Warmly shrugged her shoulders, put down the phone, and just a moment later, it rang again. Warmly thought to herself, "Probably another wrong number." She picked up the phone, "Hello..."

  "Huh? I didn't dial the wrong number, did I? Excuse me, is Mo Fei there?"

  "Oh, he's taking a bath."

  "Huh?" The other person was clearly taken aback, Warmth thought, maybe it was his girlfriend or something, and she felt her tone was a bit misleading. Just as she was about to explain, she suddenly heard the other person's gentle and amiable laughter, which made Warmth's back feel numb. "Hey, miss, what's your name?"

  Warmth.

  "What a good name! Where do you live?"

  It seems like I'll be staying here for a while, nodded, "Yes, but just until the end of summer vacation."

  "Huh? Summer vacation? Dammit, that little brat isn't going to play with minors, is he?" The gentle and kind voice suddenly gritted its teeth, warmth struck by lightning. Minors? Whatever, it's not like I know who it is anyway, no need to explain."

  "Are you looking for Ye Biantai...... No, are you looking for Mr. Ye?......"

  Who is this? Who is it?...

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