There is something wrong with my Omega ex-wife [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 17

    Qu Wenyao's head is a round white little rabbit, but cute and affectionate, it looks a bit like her in Yu Mo's impression.

    She didn't know where she got her contact information, Yu Mo was a little surprised, but still clicked to agree.

    The phone in my hand vibrated, and it was automatically sent by the system: [We are now friends and can chat. ]

    Immediately afterwards, Qu Wenyao sent a message: [Hello, student Yu Mo. ] It’s a very ordinary and formal greeting.

    【Ah hello. ] Yu Mo replied.

    Qu Wenyao watched Yu Mo's news and sat up on the soft bed, under the white lace short pajama pants, a pair of thin white long legs dexterously crossed.

    A pair of apricot eyes were buried in a white bear, blinking smartly.

    She stared at the news from Yu Mo, full of smiles.

    Qu Wenya tapped the screen nervously and carefully: [Student Yu Mo, I didn't say thank you to you in a hurry that day. [Thank you]]

    Qu Wenyao sent a little bunny emoticon pack similar to her profile picture.

    The little rabbit on the soft compress stretched out its white paws and bowed one by one, with a nose and a towering nose.

    Yu Mo could feel the cuteness of the little rabbit across the screen, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

    Yu Mo: [You don’t need to be so polite, just a little effort. ]

    Qu Wen-yao, arms slightly bear hug thought for a moment, concern and said: 【Yu Mo how the students like wounds, and now a good point yet? ]

    Yu Mo Yang Aiyuan just glanced over and gave himself re-bandaging wounds, back: [nothing, you do not bite deep. After thinking about it for a while, Yu Mo added: [Just because I didn't deal with it in time that day, the bleeding was a little bit more and it seemed very serious. 】

    Qu Wenya thought about Yu Mo's pale arms yesterday, feeling guilty, [I'm really sorry, Yu Mo. Let you suffer such a crime for no reason. ]

    Yu Mo would have been no such blame Qu-yao mean, to see her so guilt is not the heart, busy replied: [you do not do this, I do not blame you. I'm almost done, the medicine prescribed by the school hospital is very effective. ]

    Referred to the drug, Qu-yao looked glanced on the little box on your desk.

    The small box is wrapped in a beautiful light pink gift paper with a small bow on it.

    Qu Wenyao took the small box in his hand and looked at it several times: [I have an ointment that is particularly effective for wound healing. I will go back to class tomorrow. I will bring it to your class at that time. ]

    Yu Mo habitually refused: [No, I still have a lot of medicines from the school and hospitals, but I can't use them anymore. ]

    Qu Wen-yao, looked at the hands of their own carefully wrapped box and gently biting his own lips glowing crystal.

    The little white face was bulging with distress, like a dumpling.

    Qu Wenyao wasn't reconciled to make Yu Mo rebuff him, and the clever fingers crackled on the on-screen keyboard.

    [But this ointment is useless in my house. I asked my father to buy it for you. 】

    【Student Yu Mo always ask me as the initiator to express my condolences to your wound, otherwise I will be very guilty. ]