Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 116 Half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake (2)
Like Yue Xiaoxing, she took orchids.

They don't know how to draw or play musical instruments. They all automatically avoid what they are not good at. Yue Xiaoxing looked at her and said like a mosquito, "I can only endorse books."

Her voice was very small, but it still reached everyone's ears clearly, and for a moment, unstoppable mocking laughter came up.

Will endorse?What kind of ability is this?
Yue Xiaoxing immediately lowered his head, his face flushed, and he was at a loss.

The beautiful girl sneered and said, "Okay, then let's endorse. This time, I will let you."

Yue Xiaoxing lowered his head even lower.

Because the one who challenged the "endorsement" had never appeared in the challenge of the Tiancheng Banquet, so the ceremony officials got together and quickly thought of a way, and they immediately sent people to the nearby library to hold a lot of books Come here, and then, within the specified time, let them see who can memorize the most.

The books are right in front of you, and the identical books are divided into two piles.

It is still the time of three sticks of incense.

The beautiful girl walked to her book, glanced at Yue Xiaoxing with a sneer, and then sat down.

Yue Xiaoxing trembled slightly under her gaze, then bit his lip, and knelt down in front of the book.

The time for three sticks of incense is not long or short, but it seems long because of the waiting.

The beautiful girl reads books very fast, reading one after another.

And Yue Xiaoxing sat there on his knees, not knowing what he was doing, he seemed to be reading a book, but he didn't seem to be.

Xiaoye walked to Lianxuan's side, and together with Lianxuan, they opened the Eight Treasure Box and took out jujube cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Xiaoye gave it to Lianxuan and Uncle Wang, and then ran back to deliver the pastry to Song Wanzhi, then looked at Su Mengchen.

Well, this man is not annoying.

Moreover, he also helped them at a critical moment, and he was also Xiaobai's master.

It should be considered a good person.

Su Mengchen looked at the little girl looking down at him, her little brows frowned.

Su Mengchen looked up at her.

Xiaoye caught his gaze, panicked, and hurriedly handed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake over.

"Thank you." Su Mengchen nodded slightly.

Xiao Ye immediately turned around and slipped away: What's going on, why does it feel so strange?
Song Wanzhi was slightly stunned, this girl, forgot about her?

Su Mengchen held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, and put it in front of Song Wanzhi.

Song Wanzhi looked down at his hand, a small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, delicate in color, but perhaps because of the light, it couldn't match the color in his palm, like ancient jade, unparalleled in moisture.

"You can eat, Mr. Meng," Song Wanzhi said.

Su Mengchen smiled, then divided the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into two halves, and handed it to her again: "Is this okay?"

After asking again and again, Song Wanzhi couldn't refuse, so he took a small half.

Su Mengchen asked again: "Is this sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Miss Wanzhi?"

Song Wanzhi nodded.

Su Mengchen smiled lightly, then put the other half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, bit it lightly, and it tasted sweet.

His nibbling and slow voice came to Song Wanzhi's ears, with a strange rhythm at all, like a spring silkworm biting a mulberry leaf, thin, like spring rain, gnawing at his heart little by little.

Song Wanzhi lowered her head, put the half piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to her mouth, and took a light bite.

Su Mengchen saw her gently moving lips, beautiful as a flower, smiled slightly, turned her eyes lightly, and said in a slightly swaying voice, "It's delicious."

Song Wanzhi felt an inexplicable heat coming from him, so he couldn't help but look into the distance.

Two and a half pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake gradually melted in the mouth, and the fragrance of flowers seemed to hit the heart.

At this time, the third stick of incense had just burned out.

(End of this chapter)