C2028 Is There Any Trace of Him on Her Phone
It moisturized my throat, Xuanyuan Yov felt a little better.
He looked at the front row. "Can I borrow your phone? Can I talk to my family?"
Ling Tianhao was an artiste, so it was naturally inconvenient to give a personal item like a phone to a stranger. He turned his head and said naturally, "Xiaomeng, lend your phone to him."
Su Zimeng nodded and unlocked the phone. She tapped on the interface of the communication device and stretched her hand back, but her head did not turn over.
Xuanyuan Yov looked at her smooth fingertips and the corners of his mouth curled into a self-deprecating smile.
Other men called her 'Little Meng', but she did not even turn her head when she gave him something. It was as if she was too lazy to say anything to him.
Xuanyuan Yov struggled to raise his arm to take it. He said in a low voice, "Thank you."
He skillfully pressed Xuanyuan Chen's number and dialed it.
The call soon connected. Xuanyuan Yov did not wait for Xuanyuan Chen to speak. He opened his mouth first, "Ah Chen, it's me."
Xuanyuan Chen naturally realized that he could not contact Xuanyuan Yov all this while and was a little worried. Now, his heart was even more worried. "Brother, did something happen?"
"Yes, we have encountered a big problem."
Xuanyuan Yov was not in a position to be specific, so he could only say, "I'm a little injured, I'll go now..." In the front row, Ling Tianhao said, "The private hospital in K Village."
Xuanyuan Yov told Xuanyuan Chen the address, then said, "I can't remember the number on Q. Help me contact it."
Xuanyuan Chen said, "Okay, I will deal with it immediately. Wait for me at the hospital."
After hanging up, Xuanyuan Yov looked down at the black phone and did not touch it.
There were many thoughts in his mind that he wanted to see if there were any traces of him in her phone.
But he still didn't do anything.
It had been six years since they broke up. They were no longer the same as before. He did not even know what her relationship with Ling Tianhao was.
Did she have another man by her side? Was she already married?
In the front row, Su Zimeng noticed that Xuanyuan Yov had not spoken for a long time, so she turned around and said, "Do you still need..." She did not finish her words, but her eyes met Xuanyuan Yov's.
He quietly looked at her. He had a head of hair that had been burned into Mediterranean hair, a dirty, swollen face with blood stains, and lips. The petals were dry and cracked, but her eyes were very bright.
He just looked at her like that. His gaze seemed to be able to pass through time and sweep away the dust.
His entire body did not have the laziness and laziness of the past, instead carrying a bit of stubbornness and malevolence.
Xuanyuan Yov handed the phone over and Su Zimeng reached out to receive it.
Her fingertip touched the phone and pulled it.
Xuanyuan Yov opened his mouth and smiled. Because of this action, the corner of his mouth was torn and blood flowed out.
He seemed to have returned to that casual manner and said to her, "Thank you, beauty."
Su Zimeng took the phone and said calmly, "You are welcome."
The song in front had already changed to another one. It was Ling Tianhao's "Six Years.
When Ling Tianhao in the front row heard it, he could not help but laugh. He turned his head and said to Su Zimeng, "Little Meng, am I really that popular?"
Su Zimeng's tone was light, "You still don't know?"2
Her voice was originally soft and soft, but when it sounded like this, it sounded like she was acting spoiled.
Xuanyuan Yov thought that when she was talking to him, she liked to use this kind of tone to crush his heart.
However, six years ago, she suddenly broke up with him. He thought that she was joking and said that he would wait for her to calm down before saying anything else.
Who would have thought that she would directly change schools? She didn't even give him any leeway.
After that, Gong Moyi came to her wedding. He thought that by coaxing them, he would be able to go back.
Ah, in the end, in the next five years, he could not find her again.
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