Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

wonder if she'd be willing to sleep with you" 。Shakira was in another car with ninjas, and Andre got a little more reckless. 。But hearing Ye Fan's words, she still smiled awkwardly and said, "That wo..."Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, the voice on the phone, which had been very gentle just moments ago, suddenly raised eight octaves. "Ye Fan Where did you go Didn't you say you were going to help me fix my computer after school You made me wait for so long, you wouldn't dare have played me, would you"

Ye Fan could hear that the voice on the phone was filled with anger. Ye Fan knew that after class just now, she must have been waiting for him in the office. (.No pop-up ads)

"That... Teacher, I had something urgent to deal with just now... I'm already at your office, but the door is closed. How about I come back tomorrow to fix your computer"

There are no classes with Ms. Su this afternoon, I guess she won't be coming to the office

"No! We're using this test set tomorrow, and I'm at home right now. Come over here immediately, I give you five minutes. If you don't show up after five minutes, humph!" Then there was just a dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean 'hang up' Are you giving up Ye Fan wanted to cry. Even if you want me to appear in front of you within five minutes, at least tell me where you live!"his sixties or seventies, and his aura was more refined and elegant compared to Ye Wuming's.If Ye Fan were present, he would be astonished to discover that this person was none other than the patriarc...