Chapter 1180 The Singer's Ex-Boyfriend Is a Cat (61)

He even had a draft for the plan to make Bai Weiwei a superstar.

But Bai Weiwei doesn't know about this.

Ou Jinmo was a little irritable and grabbed his hair with his hands, and there was a pitiful expression on his face.

First time doing so much for a woman.

As a result, the other party was completely unclear.

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

Ou Jinmo mustered up his courage, and then began to input one number at a time, he knew her mobile phone number.

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

After dialing the phone number, he clutched the phone, and sweat appeared on his palms.

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

What will you say later?

Standing high above, let her know that everything she has now is given by him.

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

Make her famous.

She will be happy for sure.

He will even start to worship him and turn to fans of him.

Thinking of this, Ou Jinmo couldn't help but evoke a complacent smile.

The phone is on.

A faint voice came from the phone, "Hey, is it takeout?"

Is it takeaway?

Takeaway?

Ou Jinmo's beautiful lips twitched, and she pursed a bit of anger.

Has she forgotten his cell phone number?

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

In just a few days, 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 takeout, you may have made the wrong call."

After speaking, she seemed to be hanging up.

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 meow, we haven't seen each other for a few minutes.

Even his voice was forgotten.

Ou Jinmo's fingers began to tremble, not nervous, but furious.

His eyes became fierce, he reached out and pulled 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 question is the same as that of the man wearing the cuckold.

Still very irritable.

There was a three-second pause, and Bai Weiwei's voice instantly became cold, "Ou Jinmo? How do you know my cell phone number?"

He is cold, she is colder than him.

He questioned, and she asked back angrier than him.

Ou Jinmo frowned, her thin lips pursed a tight line, and her pale eyes rolled with a terrifying gloom.

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

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

Who's phone number is not unique.

How do I make a call without a single copy?

Ou Jinmo: "..."

He was stunned by her speechless.

Bai Weiwei said coldly: "If you have something to say, I will hang up."

Ou Jinmo had a pile of gas stuck in his chest, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

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

Ou Jinmo hates her cold attitude.

It was as if she didn't care about everything he did.

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

Anger and embarrassment appeared in Ou Jinmo's beautiful eyes.

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

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