Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

She recalled the sound of footsteps that stopped beside her during the time of eye exercises. It was someone who put it in. Who could it be?

Sound turned around and glanced at the whole class. Her eyes naturally fixed on the person she was most familiar with. Sampson was sleeping on the table.

Since the first day she came to No. 3 High School, Sampson had been sleeping all the time. How sleepy had he been?

Don\'t he sleep at night?

Sound curled her lips. If it wasn\'t him, then who would it be?

No matter who gave it to her, she couldn\'t take it casually. She\'d better find an opportunity to quietly throw it away.

After school in the afternoon, Sound put the bag of medicine into her schoolbag and came to a remote grove in the campus. There was a trash can beside the parterre.

She t

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ess the next second. "How do you know?"

"The license plate number."

"Oh." Sampson fooled him calmly, "you\'re wrong."

Normally, Sampson would keep silent or tell the truth. In everyone\'s eyes, Sampson wouldn\'t lie.

Reid had never doubted him, so he began to doubt himself.

"Wrong?"

"Yes."

Reid scratched her head and was really fooled. "I think I was wrong. Maybe the license plate number of your car is a little similar to that of Sound. Do all the rich people like these numbers?"

"Many people like it for good luck." Sampson\'s phone vibrated in his bag.

Subconsciously, Reid reached for his phone.

He took out his phone and turned on it. But the vibration continued. He looked at the direction of the voice.

Sampson turned around and answered the phone, "Jamir."

Reid looked at Sampson in surprise. Sampson never bring his cell phone with him.

Sampson was really abnormal recently.

He went to the evening study and took his phone with him.