Chapter 117

Leng Bingling, who was going to bed, remembered that her grandmother had not drunk the juice. She said to the phone, "warm up and wait for me for 20 seconds."

Then she threw the phone on the bed, walked quickly to the table, took the orange juice, and then returned to the room.

Put the orange juice on the desk, turn to the bed, pick up the mobile phone, and then return to the chair on the desk and sit down. The meaning is simple and terrible, "there's no time."

Zhang warmed up on the phone and said, "if it's not enough at 10:30 now, you'll go to bed. You don't even have time to look at the forum?"

Leng Bingling picked up the orange juice on the desk and took a sip of it.

"Bingbing, you know what? During the time you blew your hair, someone posted a picture of you and excellence on the forum. The people on the forum scolded you worse than shit."

Leng Bingling, who was making juice, was almost choked by the juice. After coughing a few times, she calmed down. Before she could speak, Zhang Nuan hurriedly asked, "OK, why do you cough suddenly?"

Leng Bingling complained and replied, "are these people hairy? You can't find a few nice words to scold? Shit is not as good as shit. When I heard this disgusting shit word, I almost spit out the juice when I was drinking juice."

Zhang Nuan on the phone has reached a violent state. She said loudly, "God! Others black you on the forum. You are in the mood to sleep and eat."

Leng Bingling put her mobile phone on the desktop, leaned back on the back of the chair, held the spoon behind her head with both hands, and asked, "warm, others describe me as inferior to Xiang on the forum. Why do you still believe me like this?"

Zhang Nuan replied after a short meeting: "we are good friends. Of course I believe you. The person who blackens you on the forum must have a long grass to do such an immoral thing. You blow your hair for more than ten minutes. I don't know the immoral person. He took a picture of you with excellence at noon and uploaded it to the forum."

Leng Bingling, who took a sip of orange juice, "ah..."

Zhang Nuan on the phone stamped his feet desperately, "do you know how they black you?"

Leng Bingling yawned, "warm, I'm a little sleepy."

"Can you still sleep? I'm so angry that the people who black you are about to black you out of the sky. In this school entrance examination, your Chinese and English scores are the penultimate of the whole third grade of senior high school. Leng Bingling stretched her waist," "hum, these people's imagination is really TMD rich. It's a waste of talents not to be a screenwriter with such a good imagination."

Zhang wenkuang on the phone grabbed it and shouted, "Leng Bingling, are you praising them or belittling them?"