1792: Qiao Mianmian, I Couldn't Tell

Qiao Mianmian, I Couldn't Tell

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.1

His tone was really domineering.

Mo Yesi seemed to be worried about her. After saying one thing, he immediately thought of another and carefully reminded her what to do.

When he hung up, Qiao Mianmian realized that they'd been chatting for an hour.

When she finished the call, she saw that it was getting late. She was about to go out to see what the others were doing when she heard a knock on the door.

Qiao Mianmian turned around and saw Shen Fei standing outside.

She quickly walked over. "Sister Shen."

"Mianmian." Shen Fei looked into her room and saw that she had tidied it up neatly. "Your room is really clean. It looks much fresher than mine."

"Sister Shen, are you done unpacking? If not, I can help you." Although Qiao Mianmian had no intention of pleasing anyone, she was grateful to Shen Fei.

"No need, I'm done unpacking." Shen Fei didn't want to trouble her. She looked in again and said, "Mianmian, can I borrow your washroom? I went to the public washroom just now and saw pigs there. I'm a little afraid…"

Qiao Mianmian finally understood that she was here to borrow the washroom.

"Of course." She immediately turned away. "Sister Shen, the washroom is in the small room in the front. I've just finished cleaning up, go quickly."

Shen Fei was probably a little anxious. She nodded and quickly walked towards the washroom.

Shen Fei had just gone into the washroom when there was another knock on the door.

"Wow, Qiao Mianmian, your place is pretty neat." Zhan Bo was standing at the door. Before Qiao Mianmian allowed him inside, he walked into the room and looked around.

His eyes lit up when he saw the television.

"You actually have a television? Your conditions are too good."

Although the rooms here weren't that good for people like them who lived in big cities.

But in comparison, Qiao Mianmian's room was the equivalent of a presidential suite.

And theirs were ordinary single rooms.

"There's actually a fridge? Your standard is too high. No, no, I have to buy a few watermelons to put in the fridge. It's the most comfortable to eat ice watermelons on such a hot day.

"Your bed accessories are so good, too? Why are they different from ours…"

Qiao Mianmian finally couldn't help but say, "I brought this myself. I've already put it away."

"No wonder." Zhan Bo looked at her room carefully as if he was visiting a museum. "Your room is really packed. Qiao Mianmian, I couldn't tell."

Qiao Mianmian blinked and asked, "What?"

Zhan Bo turned around and looked at her in surprise. "I didn't expect you to be so capable in life. I thought you were that kind of…"

"That kind of delicate young lady who doesn't know how to do anything?" Qiao Mianmian said with a smile.

Zhan Bo smiled too. "Mm, I thought you were the kind of girl who couldn't do anything."

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