Chapter 112

"Maybe something. Come on, give me your cell phone." Simon asked Holland's cell phone, and her own cell phone disappeared with her underwear.

She and Holland stood on the top of the plane and dialed the charterer.

Doo... Doo... Click.

Ximen Qing looked at his cell phone in disbelief: "the charterer actually hung up on me! Hey, your cell phone won't be infected by the virus that was hung up 100%?"

Holland was helpless: "how could there be this virus?"

"That's impossible. The charterer loves me so much. How can she be willing to hang up my phone?" Simon Qing said to himself.

Unable to figure it out, she had to wait until she returned to xiakong city to seek the answer.

"You go back and I'll bask in the sun here," Simon Qing said to Holland.

It's been more than a hundred years since I've been in the sun. XiMenqing doesn't want to be in the plane at all.

"Yes." Holland did not mention the mobile phone, and honestly returned to the cabin.

After entering, he took a few deep breaths and calmed his heartbeat: "it's really the same level of existence as adults. I didn't feel it yesterday. Just standing beside her, I felt like a big mountain pressing on me. It's terrible."

Simon Qing lay on the top of the plane, ignored the cold wind and played with his mobile phone.

She found that a microblog was installed on Holland's mobile phone: "what microblog does he use for a crooked nut?"

Casually, I found that it was all the photos of him sitting on a horse and yacht, lying in the villa and by the beach, surrounded by beautiful women from time to time, which is to show off his wealth.

"Damn it, this death is now full!" XiMenqing's palm suddenly lit a fire. She felt that she could change the doctrine of Qingyi religion into burning death is now full.

In the cabin, Holland, who was resting, suddenly jumped up and landed on all fours, like a wolf on guard.

"What's the matter? Why do you suddenly feel that your life is under great threat? Is it the pressure brought by the leader of Qingyi sect that leads to hallucinations?"

XiMenqing feels that he is looking for abuse when he looks at Holland's show off wealth microblog when he has lost the dragon. In particular, there are many girls in his comment area, which is the most enviable, jealous and hateful.

She quit and then logged in to her microblog. She wanted to see if there was a hot search on 9981. As a result, she found that there was an inexplicable more dynamic on her microblog.

It was sent at midnight yesterday, with the caption "happy new year to everyone", and then a video.

She clicked on the video and found that it was actually her, xiaogua and xiaogua's friend Tang Xiaotang.

"When did I meet a little girl? Why don't I know?"

In the video, Xiaoguai and Tang Xiaotang are standing on both sides of her. She is standing in the middle, like the debut of position C.

"Did you record it?" in the video, she asked drunk, and then began to jump up.

Looking at his actions, Ximen Qing's memory gradually became clear. She did remember that she danced. Now she finally remembered that she danced... What a blissful pure land!

Looking at the way he shook left and right and stepped on Huakui step in the video, XiMenqing almost wanted to go back to the past and slap himself to death.

Look at the comments.

"Sleeping trough! New Year's benefits! I step on the horse and snake treasure!"

"I didn't expect you to be such a cartoonist, PR"

"Teacher, I love you! You are so beautiful!"

"I declare that from now on, you will be the king of Asian dance!"

"Although it's the new year, we still have to blow the root!"

……

"God is the king of Asian dance. I'm not called xiangchuanbu!" Ximen was full of black lines. Can't zombies escape becoming dancers or rappers?

"But who sent this with his mobile phone? Is it me?"

Others don't know the account password of their microblog. The microblog must have been sent by her own mobile phone. So she tried to call her own phone to see who had it.

As a result, the phone was quickly connected, and a soft and cute voice came from the other end: "hello?"

"Hello? Darling? Why is my cell phone with you?"

"Yesterday, you forgot to take it away," Xiaoguai said.

Simon Qing quickly asked her, "what happened last night? How could I meet you and dance with you?"

At the other end of the phone, little darling paused, probably wondering how she could ask such a question.

But little darling said, "I don't know. We were recording a video last night, but we met you. You want to teach us to dance, and then say 'fight the tiger tonight' and leave."

"Ha? Fighting tigers tonight?" what the hell? Code?

Simon is stupid. But she still found something useful: "you just said you met us. Who do you mean?"

"You, sister Wu and her brother."

"It's over?"

"Well, it's over."

"Don't you have a lovely little brother and a beautiful little sister?"

"I didn't see it."

"Oh... All right." Simon scratched his head. It was strange. There were only three of them. Where did Luna Jones and Andrea go?

He's a murderer wandering around the summer market. Won't anything happen?

Simon Qing immediately looked through the phone's address book and didn't find Luna Jones's number.

No way, Simon Qing had to ask Holland, "Hello, what's Luna's number?"

They are both high-level evolutionists and can communicate normally across the cabin. Holland immediately replied, "0724 **********"

Simon entered it according to his feeling. It turned out that this number was recorded, but the remark name was not Luna Jones, but... Honey.

"Wait a minute, what the hell is this honey? It turns out that your boy has been bent!" she suddenly remembered that when she was young, she would change her remarks to "the other party is inputting". In this way, although every time "he" sent a wechat, the other party didn't reply, she felt that the girl was paying attention to herself all the time.

Simon Qing didn't care about it and called Luna Jones directly.

As a result, it was not Luna Jones who answered the phone, but an adult male voice: "hello?"

"Er, who are you? I'm looking for Luna Jones." Simon was surprised. Sleeping trough, Luna is so cute. Maybe she met some strange uncle who abducted him on the way?

As a result, I heard the other party answer, "he's asleep."

Asleep? what the fuck! You two slept together!

Mom!

Simon Qing's expression gradually became creepy: "Er, are you his friend?"

"We just met," the other party replied.

That's how you know him?

"He got lost last night and rested at my house all night. Are you from his family? I'll take him to the police station. Come and pick him up."