Realizing this, song Jiabao directly asked the driver to send her to the library to return the book first.
For a book, I go to the school gate to stare at her all day. Isn't that interesting?
In order to cause these troubles, she returned the book directly, which relieved her heart.
Should she go tomorrow?
Feel at home, study, take a bath and go to bed.
I came to school full of expectation and saw someone again. Her heart beat and her face stiffened immediately.
Why is it coming again? Didn't the library inform him to pick up the books?
Anyway, she has returned it to the bookstore. It has nothing to do with her whether she gave it to him. I didn't have a good look at him and walked towards the campus.
For several days, song Jiabao could see him at the school gate every morning and night, which seems to have become a habit.
Suddenly one morning, song Jiabao didn't see his figure. He had a "click" in his heart.
Why didn't you come today?
Just because he didn't show up in the morning, song Jiabao was in a trance all day. He stayed until school was over, but he still didn't see him at the school gate. Song Jiabao was completely flustered.
Is something wrong?
I'm confused, and I don't know where to find him. I want to ask Tang Jinglin, and I think it's too presumptuous.
How should she explain it to Tang Jinglin?
After thinking about it, I finally gave up.
The only way she could think of to contact him was the library they went to together.
Thinking of this, she took a taxi to the library directly. After learning about it, she knew that he had taken the book away, but he didn't look very well. It seemed that he was ill... Br >
when she heard about this, her heart was clenched.
Sick?
"Excuse me, do you have his contact information?"
Song Jiabao didn't know that the wechat she had contacted before was Tang Jinglun's, and he foolishly asked the staff in his shop for his contact information.
The assistant looked puzzled and looked it up for her, and finally gave her a string of phone numbers.
Song Jiabao thanks a lot for coming out of the library with his phone number.
She thought that the assistant gave Tang Jinglun's cell phone number in an unusual way, but she didn't know that someone had planned all this, otherwise she could not get his cell phone number so smoothly.
Going out of the bookstore, song Jiabao finds a relatively quiet corner and dials Tang Jinglun's mobile number.
"Hello ~" the phone is connected. There is someone's hoarse voice.
Song Jiabao's heart was shocked and he said nervously, "are you sick?"
"You are?" He also pretended.
"Cough." Song Jiabao cleared his throat and said, "I'm Jiabao."
"Oh, it's you. What can I do for you?" According to what his sister taught him, he purposely took a retreat as a step forward, showing a special coldness.
Song Jiabao twisted his eyebrows. For a while, he didn't know how to answer. At last, he could only use books as articles.
"I came to the bookstore and I heard that you took the book?"
"Well, do you want to see it?" His voice was low and heavy, and he coughed a few times.
Song Jiabao listened to his cough, and his heart was even worse.
"Are you seriously ill? Did you see a doctor? "
"I'm ok, thank you for your concern. If you want to read the book, you can come here and take it. I'll give her the name of the apartment directly in...".
"You didn't live at home?"
Song Jiabao didn't know which tendon of his brain was wrong. He asked such a question.
"I'm afraid of my parents' worries. I live outside alone..."