Accounting for the aftermath

Qiao Lan had probably never cried so much in her past life, and she couldn't stop her tears. Tan Mo was lying on the bed with her, not daring to move away.

He probably realized that the reason for Qiao Lan's crying today was different from what he had imagined, but suddenly he was a little too scared to ask, and finally waited for Qiao Lan to fall asleep before carefully tucking in the quilt.

After a night of "chicken and dog", the next day when Qiao Lan and Tan Mo are both calm and sober, they have breakfast and settle yesterday's score.

Qiao Lan, snapping out of yesterday's daze, quickly catches on to some of these logical irregularities.

For example, at the simplest level, how did Tan Mo know she'd be there?

How did it happen to be right there by coincidence.

Like her, she searched for Tan Mo for hours yesterday and couldn't find anyone.

Tan Mo was concentrating on her soup dumpling when her hair suddenly exploded from Qiao Lan's words.

"This cell phone", Qiao Lan held it up and shook it at Tan Mo, "Honestly, what's on it?"

Tan Mo's mouth dropped to the plate with a jolt of fear.

This cell phone...

This cell phone... Tan Mo gave it to Qiao Lan.

And then a little thought rose up when it came time to give away the cell phone again.

Or, more accurately, it's because Qiao Lan had a little thought first and then gave her a "different" cell phone.

Like installing a locator or something ......

But really, he didn't use it too many times!

Because Qiao Lan usually tells him where he's going and what he's doing.

Yesterday was an accident ......

Tan Mo thought for less than three seconds, then made a quick decision, looked up and apologized decisively, "I'm sorry."

Qiao Lan stares at her boyfriend in front of her for a long moment, continues to keep a serious expression on her face and smiles.

"Delete it later."

"Uh-huh."

"Next time."

"Uh-huh."

"Then put one on me."

"Hmm... Hmm?"

Qiao Lan eats her breakfast slowly and methodically, "Who let someone play missing last night."

Tan Mo: "......"