That was her deskmate and friend, Meng Yao.

Meng Yao saw Lin Miao a few seconds later. She trotted to her, "Miao Miao, are you cured?"

Lin Miao nodded with a smile.

The two turned side by side.

"That's great. Gu Ze always asks you these two days, but I don't know how to answer."

When Lin Miao heard this name, her pupils quickly shrank.

She turned around and asked with a smile, "How did you answer?"

"Say you're sick," Meng Yao tilted her head, her eyes flashing.

"Isn't it?"

Lin Miao was about to answer, but Yu Guang saw someone approaching.

She paused and said nothing.

Meng Yao noticed something strange in an instant. She turned her head and smiled like a flower.

"Gu Ze, here."

She raised her hand high.

Gu Ze, who was walking quickly, raised his head and saw Lin Miao, his eyes lit up.

He quickly ran to the front, bent his beautifully contoured eyes and looked down at Lin Miao.

"You're cured."

Lin Miao nodded and looked at this young man with clean temperament and picturesque eyebrows.

If it weren't for the personal experience, who would have believed that such a gentle, gentle, considerate and gentle person would have done such a thing.

In an instant, she felt the urge to tear off his skin.

Gu Ze felt something strange, and he touched his face, "Is there anything on my face?"

"No," Lin Miao opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!