Chapter 853： It’s a thin prince himself!

Chapter 853 is the thin prince himself!

Get off at the hospital entrance and the three went to the hospital together.

Ye Xuesong is still holding the hand of cloud painting, how can he not release it.

However, she was secretly aiming at Shi Siqing, taking a glance, and then quickly regained her sight, just like being a thief, for fear of being seen, the eyes of the action, simply.

Cloud painting feels really funny and dead.

She also does not poke through Ye Xuesong.

Finally, Ye Xuesong couldn’t help but say: "You are really...Bo Siqing?"

Bo Siqing glanced at the cloud painting that was tightly grasped by Ye Xuesong. His eyes were faint: "Yes, I just said what you said on the phone, the water."

"..." Ye Xuesong is in a hurry.

Cloud painting is almost impossible to bear.

"Oh, there is, the flower of Gaoling." Bosi Qing thought about it and added, "The one who was pulled by your hand gave it... flowers!"

Ye Xuesong turned his head and looked at the cloud painting.

The cloud painting was smacked by Cedar, and she waved her hand gently: "Snowy sister~"

Ye Xuesong is about to collapse.

Her voice was shaking and shaking. "Just... just now, we talked on the phone...he...he heard it?"

"Well, the whole process is all there." The cloud painting gives a positive answer and is the answer to Ye Xuesong's desperate hope.

"..."

Next, Ye Xuesong did not speak.

Until the elevator stops on the 9th floor, the elevator door opens...

Ye Xuesong suddenly looked at the cloud painting, with a heavy resentment in his eyes: "Wang Wang Wang!"

"……what?"

"I have finished Wang." Ye Xuesong said.

The cloud painting took a slap in the mouth. "Snowy sister, I am not ready yet."

"I don't care, anyway, I have already spoken and counted, and you are not ready to shut me down, hehe!"

Ye Xuesong’s voice is extremely low, as if he was afraid that he would hear it.

But, are you kidding?

Bo Siqing stood in a few steps away from them, and with his keen hearing, how could he not hear it.

Cloud painting coughed a little, nodded: "Do it, forget you. But Xuesong sister, are you supposed to... hand over what? Well?"

"What?" Ye Xuesong's eyes widened and he kept shaking his head. "I have nothing. What do you let me hand over?"

The cloud painting smiled slightly, and the cedar cedar blinked. "Sister Xuesong, what do you say? When you were a child, I chased my boyfriend. Even after a few years, Xuesong’s wish to protect the beautiful boy could not be achieved. But now ... um, sir, Miss Xue, you still have a photo of my boyfriend in your wallet. What is going on here? Should you tell me about it!"

"..."

Ye Xuesong is speechless.

The photo... was confiscated! ! !

Was confiscated! ! !

Ye Xuesong looked at the small photo taken by the cloud painting in his hand, and his face was completely smashed down. The battered expression was really distressing.

Cloud painting pinched the small photo and watched it for a while.

This photo was obviously cut from a large photo. Should it be a photo of Bo Siqing and his classmates at the time? Or with whom I took a photo, I was cut off by Ye Xuesong and I was able to put it in the wallet.

Thirteen-year-old Bo Siqing, his eyes are indifferent, a small face looks very cool, no expression, if you want to say emotions... Probably a little impatient.

The lips are very tight...

There is still a little meat on the cheek, so people really want to poke!

(End of this chapter)