Drifting Towards You

When Simocheng arrived, Li Xiaoxiao and the girl had already been separated.

There are still many people watching the excitement around.

The girl was escorted to the infirmary by her two friends.

Li Xiaoxiao just walked out of the crowd in silence, leaving a few patches of bruise on the baby's fat little face, which looked a little embarrassed, but exuded the coldness that strangers should not enter, like a stubborn cabbage.

After a fight, Li Xiaoxiao finally felt that the depression in his heart had disappeared a lot.

But she is like this, going back will only worry Si Mocheng.

Li Xiaoxiao carried a white canvas bag on one shoulder, walked to the side bench and sat down.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out her mobile phone and called Si Mocheng.

The call was quickly connected, and there was silence on the other side.

Li Xiaoxiao grinned, showing a smile, pretending to be relaxed: "Are you still waiting for me?"

When Li Xiaoxiao wanted to laugh, he pulled the corner of his mouth.

The corner of her mouth didn't know how she was beaten, and it was purple. With this smile, her painful face wrinkled.

"En." Simocheng replied.

"Today the teacher is going to roll the name, and then write a paper. I thought about it and decided not to go back." Li Xiaoxiao said nonsense.

Si Mocheng fell silent and raised his eyes to look at the bench more than ten meters away in front of him.

Sitting on the bench was a petite figure with a neat ball head in the morning, which would fall to one side crookedly, his hair was messy, and his clothes were full of wrinkles.

The usual white and tender face is now blue and purple, and she will cover the corner of her mouth with a finger.

He touched the corner of his mouth, and then looked at his fingertips, as if he wanted to confirm if there were any blood stains.

Before he could respond, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help feeling nervous.

Why doesn't he speak?

Do you think too much?

Think she doesn't want to go back with him because of the influence of public opinion?

Thinking of this, Li Xiaoxiao quickly explained: "Did you... see today's news?"

"En." Simocheng stared at her from a distance, and slowly responded.

"I don't want to go back because of the news, it's because there is something really wrong on my side. The teacher has assigned a task. It will probably be a busy four or five days. I will go back as soon as I'm done."

Si Mocheng's eyes were deep, and he slowly said, "Where are you appearing?"

"En? In...in the chair...in the classroom." Li Xiaoxiao almost missed her words, secretly rejoicing that she was quick to respond.

"Xiaoxiao, it's eight thirty-four now." Simocheng spoke again, his voice low.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, wondering what he meant.

But after waiting a few seconds, he suddenly reacted.

If she was in the classroom, how could she answer his phone in such a grandiose manner!

If it was normal, she would just hang up.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little confused and had to continue to make up lies.

Sure enough, a lie needs countless lies to round out.

But she was a white lie, right, she just didn't want him to see who she was now.

"Um...I'm afraid you will be worried when you see the news, so I ran out and called you." Li Xiaoxiao thought about it, wondering if he would believe it.

When the call is over, the other side of the phone directly hangs up the call.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the phone that was hung up, a little unresponsive.

He... is he angry?

Do you still know she is lying?

Li Xiaoxiao looked at the phone, a touch of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he hesitated to call back.

But she was afraid that he would not answer if she called back.

She flattened her mouth and was about to call it back. A pair of black leather shoes appeared on the grass in front of her. The style was simple but shiny.