Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1180: Singer's ex-boyfriend is a cat (61)

  Chapter 1180 The singer's ex-boyfriend is a cat (61)

   He even has a plan for making Bai Weiwei a superstar.

   But Bai Weiwei doesn't know about these things.

  Ou Jinmo was a little restless and grabbed his hair with his hands, and there were a few pitiful expressions on his face.

   This is the first time I have done so many things for a woman.

   As a result, the other party was completely unclear.

  He is not a real angel, he still cares about his gains and losses.

  Ou Jinmo summoned up his courage, and then began to input numbers one by one. He knew her mobile phone number.

   It was only because he became her cat that he knew it.

  After dialing the mobile phone number, he held the mobile phone, and his palms were sweating.

  The heartbeat began to speed up, and even the fingers trembled uncontrollably.

  What will you say later?

  Aloof, let her know that everything she has now is given by him.

   Then he told her in a condescending manner that he wanted to sign her.

   Make her famous.

   She will surely be happy.

   Even start to worship him and become a fan of him.

  Thinking of this, Ou Jinmo couldn't help but evoked a smug smile.

  The phone is connected.

  A faint voice came from the phone, "Hello, is this takeaway?"

  Is it takeaway?

  Is it takeaway?

  Ou Jinmo's pretty lips twitched, and he forcibly pursed his lips a little bit of hostility.

   She forgot his mobile phone number?

   At that time when she was still a fan, didn't she spend a lot of effort to get his mobile number?

   It's only been a few days, and he has become a takeaway?

  Maybe Ou Jinmo was silent.

  Bai Weiwei's voice was calm and apologetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't order takeaway, you may have dialed the wrong number."

   After speaking, she seemed to die.

  Ou Jinmo's brain became hot, "Bai Weiwei, it's me."

  Bai Weiwei was silent for a while, "You... May I ask who are you?"

  Who are you?

  Who are you!

   Fuck you, I haven't seen you for a few minutes.

  Even his voice was forgotten.

  Ou Jinmo's fingers began to tremble, not because he was nervous, but because he was so angry.

  His eyes hardened, he stretched out his hand and tugged at his turtleneck, and unbuttoned a few white shirts.

   Then he leaned against the wall, gritted his teeth and said, "Who do you think I am? Ah."

  The tone of this questioning is the same as that of the man who was cuckolded.

   Still a particularly irritable kind.

   There was a pause for three seconds, and Bai Weiwei's voice turned cold instantly, "Ou Jinmo? How do you know my phone number?"

  He is cold, she is colder than him.

  He questioned, and she questioned back angrily than he did.

  Ou Jinmo frowned, her thin lips were drawn into a tight line, and her light-colored eyes were filled with a terrible gloom.

  He sneered, "Why, your mobile phone number is so special, the only one in the universe, I can't know it?"

  After Bai Weiwei was silent, she said calmly: "...Well, it's really the only one."

  Who has more than one mobile phone number.

   How to make a phone call if you are not the only one?

  Ou Jinmo: "..."

  He was speechless by her.

  Bai Weiwei said coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it, if it's nothing, I'll hang up."

  Ou Jinmo's chest was stuffed with air, which made him very uncomfortable.

  He was leaning against the wall, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the broken hair was scattered in front of his eyes, making him a little uncomfortable.

  Ou Jinmo hates her cold attitude.

  As if she didn't care about everything he did.

  The thought that she would be happy just now was severely shattered by her.

  Ou Jinmo's beautiful eyes showed anger and embarrassment.

   "Canxing wants to sign you, so be happy."

  He threw the best gift to Bai Weiwei dryly, like throwing a brick.

  (end of this chapter)

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