There was another long breath and silence, and Ding Yiyi felt that if this continued, the two of them would have nothing to say.

She didn't want to hang up the phone and wanted to talk to him a little more, even if she could only hear his breathing.

"Then you go to bed early." Ye Nianmo still spoke, but was interrupted hastily.

"By the way, doesn't your job matter?" She felt happy that she could find this topic for chatting.

Ye Nianmo also answered, "Ye Bo is coming back."

"Ye Bo is coming back, what about Mengjie?" Ding Yiyi thought of the first time she saw a video between Song Mengjie and herself, with Ye Bo standing behind him pushing a vacuum cleaner, and felt so dreamy.

"I don't know." Ye Nianmo answered simply. Feeling the entangled emotions on the other end of the phone but not wanting to hang up the phone, his tiredness of having only slept for three hours in two days was suddenly relieved.

Ding Yiyi knew she had to hang up, and there was no reason to continue chatting anymore, "Then I'll hang up, please take a rest."

"Yiyi?"

"Huh?" Her heart moved and she clutched the phone tightly, always feeling that the call contained a lot of affection and sweetness.

"I miss you very much." Ye Nianmo expressed his true feelings. Damn it, he really missed her. He was thinking about her every moment, and all the self-control he had been proud of in the past collapsed.

Feeling that the other person's breathing was stagnant, he suddenly wanted to take a step closer, "Do you miss me?"

Ding Yiyi quickly glanced at herself on the dressing table opposite. Her face was crimson and her eyes were shining. When did her lips raise such a happy arc?

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Ye Nianmo waited patiently. He was always patient with her.

"Well, I miss you too."

Uruk

In the not-so-shabby classroom, more than twenty students sit scattered around. In this school, with Ye's investment, both the teachers and living conditions will be much better than other schools, but there are still not many children going to school.

, because in this place, sometimes survival is more important than going to school.

"Teacher, this point was already discussed yesterday." Aker, a black child sitting in the front row, raised the math book in his hand. As expected, the page in the book was already filled with medicinal points.

Song Mengjie was stunned, looked at the textbook seriously, and said a little apologetically, "That's it. I'm sorry, students, now let's turn the book back one page. Today we are talking about the least common multiple."

After class, she walked slowly back to the office, reminding her children not to make trouble. When she returned to the office, she opened the drawer and found that her phone was shining with messages.

'Sorry, I have to work overtime today, so we can't have dinner together.'

She sighed and returned immediately, "I was in class just now and my phone ran out of battery. By the way, can I go get a book from you? I accidentally left it at your house that day and I will need it for class tomorrow."

Send, she waited impatiently, nothing was more important than waiting for the message to be restored.

Two or three minutes later, the message came back, and she quickly clicked on it, "Okay."

It was an expected answer, but she still felt very happy and satisfied.

"Did Teacher Song encounter something happy? About her boyfriend?" She was tapped on the shoulder, and she turned to greet him, "Saili, get out of class is over?"

Saili is an Iraqi and a woman. She studied hard and went abroad, but after completing her studies, she took the initiative to return to Iraq.
Chapter completed!