Chapter 257

When he woke up the next morning, he didn’t go out but got up early to prepare breakfast for her.

Looking at the sumptuous breakfast after washing up, she smiled and said, “I didn’t expect our Little Xing to be able to do this work besides being beautiful.”

Immediately afterward, she took out stomach medicine from the cupboard and put it on the table, “Remember to take it after eating, I will keep an eye on you.”

He looked down at her, then pursed his lips and said “hmm”.

Both of them kept silent about her loss of emotional control last night as if they had reached an agreement.

But her red and swollen eyes were still eye-catching, which reminded him of her crying so sad last night.

After breakfast, Su Qiuge packed her suitcase.

Before stepping out of this small house, she turned her head and said, “Don’t send me off.”

His steps stopped slightly, and she stretched out her hand, tilted her head, and smiled at him, “But there is one thing that must be done.”

“We need to lock our pinkies and agree that you can’t have other new lovers when you live a good life abroad. You must contact me all the time to report, you must take medicine, and you have to earn a lot of money to become a rich person, Come back to marry me in the future and slap those people in the face severely.”

Xie Xinglin was slightly taken aback, then slowly hooked her little finger, and said, “En.”

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The moment his plane departed, Han Ming called and asked her in disbelief what happened.

She couldn’t fall asleep that night, and Yang Xue, who was resting halfway through her work downstairs, was still watching the stock market program. The dull sound came to her room, and she stared at the ceiling with her eyes open all night.

After school started, she received a message from him. Because there would be a day and night difference abroad, besides talking on the phone, the most common thing they did was to leave messages for each other.

Every time she woke up in the morning, she would receive almost 99+ messages, and she even sent him such trivial things as her morning lunch.

In fact, most of it was nonsense.

In the second semester of the third year of high school, their class moved to the top floor of the whole school.

Some students had gone abroad, and there were a few more vacancies in the class.

The place where snacks were originally placed on her table began to be piled up with thick books.

Sometimes when she was halfway through her homework between classes, she turned her head slightly, staring blankly at the empty seat on her left.

There used to be a boy who would secretly kiss her while others were not paying attention.

Even when she walked into the classroom every morning, she would have an illusion.

The boy didn’t leave, he was still sitting in this position, with his head propped on his arms, his posture was a bit lazy, but the score on the test paper was frighteningly high.

Then he turned his head to look at her with a lazy smile on his lips.

When the wind blew, the shadow in that memory would be scattered.

Su Qiuge became silent.

Peng Jianda would also habitually have problems, so he came to the back row to ask someone to ask questions, walked to the seat and saw the empty seat in a daze, then turned around and said, “Little Su, help me with this question.”

She raised her head, then picked up a pen and gave him a lecture on the topic.

Peng Jianda found that her habit of giving lectures seemed to be exactly the same as that of the previous person.

The teacher just confessed that he had gone abroad. No one knew why he suddenly left without saying goodbye at the most critical moment in the third year of high school. All he knew was that many teachers in Experiment 2 felt sorry for losing a good seed who was trying to get top the college entrance examination.

Wen Mingming came to see her more often and would tell her jokes every time he came to see her.

Su Yuanzhou and Gao Jing were frequent visitors, and Han Ming would also come here often.

It was just that they kept silent about Xie Xinglin’s matter.

His traces had almost been erased from her life.