Before Shen Jinman could say anything, Lin Weiwei hung up the phone first. This Weiwei is really true. How could this matter be wrong? What did she just say? Is it at her own home? Thinking of this, Shen Jinman turned into two steps and walked home quickly.
As soon as he opened the door, he was hugged by an object full of fragrance. “Jinman, you are the only one who can help me at this time. I am really desperate.” As she said that, she started to cry with tears in her eyes. She was so sad that Shen Jinman quickly pulled Lin Weiwei away, put down the bag in her hand, and quickly took her white little hand and walked into her bedroom.
Looking at Shen Jinman’s nervous look, a hint of undetectable smile flashed on Lin Weiwei’s fair and delicate face, but Jiu was instantly hidden in her heart.
“Vivi, stop crying, hurry up and tell me what’s going on.” But Lin Weiwei seemed to deliberately hang Shen Jinman’s appetite, shaking her head repeatedly but not speaking. Shen Jinman was so anxious that she seemed to be an ant on a hot pan, constantly walking on the ground like an ant on a hot pan. “You are talking, what’s wrong?” She raised her red and swollen eyes and looked at Shen Jinman in front of her. “Jinman.” He shouted his name and continued to hug Shen Jinman and cried. Her back kept twitching, making people see how sad she was at this time.
After a long time, her mood finally calmed down. “Jinman, I’m sorry, I care that your sister asked for your keys, so I’ll come first.”
“It’s okay, Vivi, we are good friends, don’t say this. Tell me first why you cry so sadly, what happened?”