I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 134 Why is this, Teacher
Ginger tea is very imaginative.

She started lusting.

She imagined that if she turned her head in the face of the "Vice President", maybe Wen Huaizhi would scream, and then pointed at her with Lan Hua, shouting "How could it be you!" Gritting teeth.

Tsk tsk, that picture is so beautiful, so beautiful that it hurts the eyes.

That's right, Wen Huaizhi's image in her heart was that of a dead eunuch with yin and yang.

In reality, Wen Huaizhi was standing gracefully on the balcony with a cigarette in his hand.

Jiang Chacha could feel his gentle yet dangerous eyes falling on her.

She was stiff.

Wen Huaizhi looked at her legs, and saw that she didn't speak, so he read again.

"teacher?"

His character in front of her has always been a well-behaved student.

He moved his fingers, and the pale white smoke fluttered gently with his fingers.

When she spoke, she always turned her back to him, without turning her head to show her face.

Her back is turned to him.

"Why is Xiao Huai still staying up late?"

Only this time it sounded more hoarse.

He couldn't move his eyes away.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his eyes, and when she finished speaking, she turned her back to him again, and took another sip of water naturally.

But she didn't dare to say that, it was a bit weird, it was tongue-tiring, and it might even be suspected.

Then she turned her face slightly, her long black hair clinging to her face, if she didn't want to cover it up, the little part of her face that was exposed in the night was blurry, and only a piece of stunning cold white skin could be seen.

After finishing speaking, she turned her back to him, yawned like a cat, and walked away.

Then, he raised his hand slightly and took a breath casually.

After drinking, Jiang Chacha bent down again, gently poured himself a glass of water, and then continued to gently say: "Staying up late is not good, Xiao Huai should go to bed early, the teacher is sleepy, so go back to bed first."

Wen Huaizhi still maintained the original movements, watching her figure being engulfed by the blackness in the living room, watching the light lace skirt disappear around the corner.

He has a curious point.

She walked very slowly, her beautiful bare feet stepped on the floor, and as she walked, under the faint moonlight, the lace skirt swayed slightly, slightly covering her snow-white thighs, her delicate jade-like legs The skin seemed to be exuding a cold fragrance.

Ahhh, who can tell her why Wen Huaizhi stays up in the middle of the night and still appears here! !
In just a few minutes, Jiang Chacha had a lot of complaints in her mind.

The white suspender skirt made her look more slender, like a paper figure.

Finally, he put down his hand again, his wrist dropped slightly, and he rubbed the cigarette with his dry fingertips.

Is it because she took off her makeup and didn't want him to see her without makeup?

Wen Huaizhi looked at her quietly. In the dark night, his pupils seemed to be even darker. Finally, he pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay."

Under the night, everything fell into a bleak dark blue. Except for the sound of water droplets falling, the rest of the world was quiet. Only the cigarette between his fingers was burning with scarlet flames.

The smoke stayed in his lungs for a while, then passed through his throat, and was slowly exhaled from his mouth. In an instant, the pale white smoke blurred his eyebrows and eyes, creating a cold and detached smoke screen, with deceptive tenderness in his eyes.

"I was a little thirsty in the middle of the night, so I got up and drank some water."

Her hand that was holding the glass stiffly froze for a moment, then raised it calmly, and took another sip of water.

He moved his fingers holding the cigarette.

No further response.

Jiang Chacha didn't dare to turn her head back, she wished she could run back to her bedroom right away, close the door with a snap, and lock it, all in one go.

His teacher must have smelled the smell of smoke in the air.And she knew he was smoking, but she didn't say a word. As a teacher, she didn't criticize him, nor was she surprised.

The pale white smoke dissipated, quickly revealing the superior and clear eyebrows underneath.

His eyes flickered with the smoke, they were a pair of eyes with stories.

Why is that, teacher.

(End of this chapter)