Chapter 890： Ding, your vinegar jar is online! (17)

There was a slight sound of running water in the bathroom.

Ye Jue's dark eyes flashed, he lowered his eyes, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and prepared to pass the time.

When the phone screen lights up, a new reply pops up on it.

Brother, you can see for yourself.

After this sentence, is a web link.

Ye Jue paused slightly, thinking for a while whether there was a virus on the website of unknown origin.

Finally, he clicked on the link.

After poking in, a fragrant picture suddenly popped up on the phone screen.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he threw the phone on the bed as if he had encountered some virus.

The man's face was still cold, but the white earlobes seemed to drip with blood, showing his mood at the moment.

The door of the bathroom was swung open, Ye Jue paused, then quickly took the phone back, looked elsewhere, and turned off the phone.

After Feng Qian came out, he saw Ye Jue sitting upright beside the bed, and the screen of the mobile phone next to him was showing the moving picture when it was turned off.

Ye Jue turned his head to look at Feng Qian.

The girl was wearing the white nightdress he had prepared for her, her hair was coiled on top of her head, and she had a cute ball head.

The collar of the nightdress is not very low, and a clavicle can be faintly seen.

Between the girl's snow-white neck, there were still a few drops of water that had not been wiped dry.

The picture I just glanced at flashed through my mind again, and the thin red on the tip of Ye Jue's ears had a tendency to gradually spread upward.

He pursed his lips, stood up without saying a word, brushed past the girl, slammed himself into the bathroom.

After a while, there was also the sound of water inside.

Feng Qian looked inexplicable.

After walking around in the fragmented room for a few times, she hugged her schoolbag and walked back to her own room.

Back in the room, Feng Qian turned on the phone and flipped through the messages.

Xia Shu sent her several messages.

Some comforted her, some enlightened her, and a few jokes were posted later to make her happy.

Although she was not the original owner, she was also warmed by the goodness of the other party.

Feng Qian lay on the bed, typed a line and sent it.

When she was about to turn off her phone to sleep, Feng Qian found that she was suddenly pulled into a WeChat group by Xia Shu.

The number of people in the group chat skyrocketed.

As soon as she joined the group on the front foot, a series of friend requests came from behind.

Feng Qian ignored these applications and clicked into the group chat named Qingcao Group.

The name is kinda...well, it's indescribable.

The messages in the group follow one by one.

The Mathematics Department raised 3,000: OMG, the school girl has joined the group! !

Finance Department Xia Shi: Goddess, Xia Shi here, looks familiar to me!

Su Ming, Department of Medicine: I heard that the best way to treat a broken love is to start a new relationship, so... Goddess, think about me!

Cheng Fei, Department of Computer Science: What nonsense is going on upstairs? When the goddess is in love, you stand aside.

Gu Yi from the Department of Physics: I'm here to be familiar!

…

…

The message is 99+ in minutes.

Feng Qian watched the messages that were constantly being swiped for a while, and then returned to the private chat interface.

fq: Xiaoshu, what's going on?

xs: Qianqian, actually, this group also has a name - the school flower support group.

fq:…

xs: You won't be angry, will you?

xs: [poor.jpg]

xs: [Begging for mercy.jpg]

fq: Not angry. But why did you pull me into this group?

fq: [bewildered.jpg]

xs: Isn't there no fragrant grass in the end of the world, the grass that likes you in the grass group.

fq:…

xs: Oh, maybe there is that grass you like in it.