Chapter 951

"Not there. Where do you say?" Beiming night is still happy with her smile. Looking at her embarrassed appearance, she is in a better mood, and the injury on her body doesn't seem to exist.

Mingke really wants to greet him with one foot. This guy is obviously making fun of her on purpose. He knows what she means, but he's already hurt like this. How can she give her foot to him?

Small hand fell on his belt, she tried to calm herself, seriously said: "I don't mean that, don't want to tilt, the body is dirty, right? I'll give you a good wash and see where there are injuries

"Good." Beiming night lips still hold a good-looking smile, joking: "especially your favorite baby, remember to wash clean, at any time to use."

“……”

Mingke knows that she will never be able to compete with the president of Beiming in her whole life even when she dies.

It's not that she is so stupid, but that she is not so shameless as him.

…… He took medicine for the president of Beiming, and then he was forced to feed him. After a toss, Mingke looked up and found that it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

Mrs. Long may be discharged from hospital today. Why did she forget such an important thing?

I want to call her, but, not to mention that she can't find her mobile phone, even the phone of long Wan'er, she didn't remember to save her yesterday.

She had planned to go to the hospital early this morning to accompany her, but she didn't expect that such a thing would happen last night. Besides, it's said that the car driven by the company captain has fallen into the sea, so her things

See her face depressed, lying on the bed is receiving her service of the northern night, squinting Black Star eyes, staring at her small face asked: "what do you think?"

"Mrs. Long may be out of hospital today." Mingming doesn't intend to hide it. After all, beimingye knows her relationship with longwan'er: "I said I would go to the hospital to see her today, but I forgot about it. I don't have her phone number..."

It's really frustrating to think about it. I don't even have a phone. I can't even give her a call to ask about the situation immediately.

He continued to rub the place on his arm that was not hurt. After thinking about it, she suddenly stared at him and asked, "do you have the prince's phone? Can I have his phone number? "

"Good." Beiming night laughed and threw the mobile phone on the bedside table beside her: "turn it over by yourself."

Mingke immediately picked up the mobile phone, opened the address book and quickly found Zhan jiuxiao's phone number.

Almost even don't want to, she immediately dial the number, but don't know why, after dialing, incredibly flustered to hang up the phone.

"Why?" Beiming night looked up at her, not surprised by her strange action, just a faint smile.

"You did it on purpose." Mingke murmured, looked at him and complained, "I know that the prince certainly doesn't want to answer my phone."

"Why doesn't he want to take it?" Instead, he raised his eyebrow and said, "I know he doesn't want to answer the phone. Why should I give you the phone?"

"You're teasing me!" How can a busy man like the prince be willing to listen to her?

Northern night is not the same, no appointment is not his who, how can he be willing to pick up?

But then again, the northern night Is it a private phone? I don't think I've ever seen him take boring calls like sales promotion

All of a sudden, the familiar mobile phone rings. Mingke is startled and opens the phone subconsciously.

Fight nine owls!

She was frightened by these three words, and immediately handed the phone to Beiming night, singing in a cold sweat.

After all, I'm still a little afraid of her cousin who even feels inferior to iceberg Although, people did not know that she was such a cousin.

"What are you doing for me?" Beiming night doesn't even want to look at the mobile phone. For him, her changing face can arouse his interest.

"He He, he Prince, fight nine owls... " For fear that he didn't know who called, she handed over her mobile phone: "the number the prince gave you."

"Are you sure it's for me?" He still didn't want to pick up, a lazy attitude.

He was depressed when he was famous. Although he was a great president of Beiming University, his prince was also a super powerful person, OK? How can he be so slow when the prince comes to him? There is no important thing, that cold man will not make this call.

Is he not afraid that people will call impatiently and hang up directly?

As if listening to her heart, the bell really broke.

Looking at the missed call on the screen, Mingke glanced at Beiming night with resentment: "you can't be so proud. Maybe he really has something important to look for you. After all, this is not Dongling. One more friend is better than one more enemy, don't you think?"

Beiming night doesn't bother to pay attention to her. Sometimes she's smart, but sometimes she's stupid. Zhan jiuxiao calls now, but she can't react. What's the other party doing?Who called Zhan jiuxiao with his mobile phone just now?

Under his scornful eyes, Mingke finally remembered that a few minutes ago, he seemed to have

God! That call is for her. No, it's not right. Zhan jiuxiao thought that Beiming night had something to do with him, so she called back. She kept on calling and let the phone hang up automatically.

Let the prince take the initiative to call, the Lord can say that the prince also pays enough attention to the northern night, but he didn't answer the phone just now Probably, they can't call again.

If you call him now

Just think, the mobile phone suddenly rang again, this burst of ring, scared name, can almost throw the mobile phone out directly.

After she finally calmed down her excitement, she picked up the phone and immediately said, "Hello, Mr. Zhan, I'm not Beiming night, I'm Mingke Well, I often go to see Mrs. Long these two days... "

"She's been waiting for you all morning." Without waiting for the name to finish, the voice of Zhan jiuxiao came from the other end of the phone.

In a word, the tone is very flat, a little cold, a little distant, but I can't hear the meaning of blame. Although this is a kind of blame in itself, there is no feeling of being accused, as if he just said it.

But Mingke was still guilty. However, the prince remembered her that it was not so bad. At least he was willing to talk to himself: "that's why I called Mr. Zhan. Last night There was an accident. I lost my cell phone... "

War nine owl seems to have no patience, indifferent words floated over: "say the point."