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Chapter Twenty-Four: Brothers Chat

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----------------------------After the dance, the Ou family

Ou Shaoming opened the door and shouted: "Mom, I'm back!"

Jiang Luoqing ran over and hugged Ming: "It's good to come back. Mom misses you so much!"

Albert Ou came over and said, "Okay, let Ming put the things away and have dinner."

As soon as Ming walked upstairs, he met Xuan coming down from above. Ming said, "Brother, come here and I'll bring you something good."

Xuan followed Ming: "What did you bring to your brother?"

Ming took out a big box from his bag: "Open it and take a look!"

Xuan opened it and saw a stack of paper, a paintbrush and a box of fine oil paints: "As expected of me, he even knows what I like."

Ming said narcissistically: "Of course! Who am I, the lead singer of Tianwu!"

When Xuan heard this, he thought of Lai again, and asked Ming: "What is your relationship with Lai? Why are you in a band? What is her identity?"

Ming was shy: "We are just friends. Because I happened to go to the Royal Castle to borrow a venue that day, and my manager saw the three of them practicing singing. Seeing that their singing skills were good, he asked them to join Tianwu. Tears..."

Ming just wanted to say that Lei was the leader of the Yimo Gang, but when he thought that Mo had told him not to tell him, he stopped.

Xuan saw it: "What is your identity?"

Ming Yingying is not bad: "Lei is the British royal princess, the queen of Tianwu."

Xuan stopped asking when he couldn't ask anything. Ming was surprised why Xuan cared so much about Lei, so he asked: "Brother, why do you care so much about Lei?"

Xuan's expression became very sad: "Tears are my girlfriend."

Ming felt strange again: "Aren't you engaged to An Yunxue?"

Xuan said: "That's why we broke up."

Ming's face was a little red. Xuan saw it and suddenly realized: "Okay, brat, if you like tears, tell me earlier. Tears are good, but I'm not lucky. Work hard! I support you!"

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------The next day, school, get out of class is almost over

The teacher burst into laughter today: "Students, the school has a new rule. You can wear your own casual clothes on Tuesdays and Thursdays every week. You can decide whether to implement this rule! Okay, get out of class is over!"

The classmates clapped their hands: "Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."

Mo jumped into tears and said, "Sister, tomorrow is Thursday, what should we wear?"

Lei Lei ignored Mo and looked outside with Xuan's words in her mind.

No! I love you, not An Yunxue!

No! I love you, not An Yunxue!

Mo shouted: "Sister!!!!!!"

Tears finally came to his senses: "Ah! What did you just say?"

Mo was speechless: "Forget it, let's go eat!"

Lei responded softly: "Yeah!" As soon as Lei stood up, Xuan held him back.

Mo saw it and said, "I'm going to eat, you guys just speak slowly!"

Tears shouted to Mo: "Let's go! I don't want to talk to classmate Ou Yuxuan!"

Xuan was stunned immediately when he heard those words

Classmate Ou Yuxuan,

Classmate Ou Yuxuan·······

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----------------------------------Class, Mo

Don't look at Mo, he is happy every day. In fact, during class, Mo is always alone in a daze, thinking about the time when Xuan confessed to her and when she broke up with them.

Xuan's heart ached when he saw it: "Mo." He gently touched Mo's hair.

Mo suddenly returned to reality and saw Xuan touching him, and immediately ran to the wall: "Don't touch me!"

Xuan was stunned, and Mo stood up and walked out of the back door. She walked to the garden and looked at the roses. The scene of the day she confessed was still in her mind, especially the kiss.

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Yimei's house is being renovated these days, so I almost wrote it. But my brother is very stingy and I can't fight him for the computer. When I do, he cries and tells my mother. My mother says it every time, so I might write it.

Slower.

Xuan

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