Quick wear, the boss behind the scenes is too mysterious

Chapter 1612 Can you tutor me? (23)

She raised her hand to scratch her head, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

"I'll get up now, bye."

When the words fell, she hung up the call.

However, when Bai Qing was about to put down his phone, he suddenly saw an unread WeChat notification.

It's Jiang Xiao.

She clicked on the notification suspiciously, but Bai Qing, who was disgusted by the large-scale video, uttered a foul language.

This Tang Xiao is simply too unselfish.

She really explained what it means to achieve the goal by unscrupulous means.

Bai Qing didn't care what Jiang Xiao wanted to express in this video sent by Jiang Xiao.

After she deleted the video, she got up and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up, Bai Qing changed into her school uniform and went downstairs.

The boy who had just called her not long ago was waiting for her in the living room.

However, the stunning young man frowned the moment he saw Bai Qing.

"Why is the school uniform skirt so short?"

Bai Qing glared at him, "It's always been so short, you still want me to add a piece of fabric to lengthen it?"

"Go upstairs and change your pants." Yan Ling walked over in a few strides, took Bai Qing's hand and led her upstairs.

With a headache, Bai Qing shook the boy's hand instead, and helplessly stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "Husband, just let me be a good student again, I still want to fight for the recommended admission spot."

Even though Bai Qing's proactive kiss made Yan Ling's heart soften for a moment, his tone was still firm, "Your grades can definitely be admitted as an exception, so go upstairs and change your skirt."

"Yan Ling!" Bai Qing frowned, "Don't stop talking! If you have the ability, you can ask the school to notify the uniform change, otherwise I will definitely wear this skirt!"

After she finished speaking, she pushed the man away with her shoulder and walked out in an exasperated stride.

Looking at Bai Qing's stubborn back, Yan Ling rubbed his frowning brows with his fingers, and followed quickly.

But——after he chased him out, he saw that Bai Qing had already got on his bicycle and was drifting away.

Yan Ling, "..."

He shook his head melancholy, took out his mobile phone and called the driver.

Bai Qing was riding happily when a Rolls Royce suddenly crossed in front of her, blocking her way.

The car door was opened, and her slender legs stepped down quickly. Yan Ling directly hugged Bai Qing down with a sullen face, and put her into the car despite her beating.

"Are you angry?" Seeing Bai Qing hugging her arms angrily, the boy poked her cheek with his finger and coaxed, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Bai Qing glared at him sideways, raised her leg and kicked him.

However, the boy nervously raised his hand to hold down the school uniform skirt she lifted up, and said with red ears, "Little boy, you're gone."

driver,"!"

Bai Qing, "!!!"

She raised her hand and slapped it, "You stinky rascal!"

Yan Ling rubbed his chin feeling aggrieved, and looked at her with a slight frown, "It hurts."

Bai Qing remained expressionless, "You deserve the pain."

The boy blinked a few times, then moved his face closer, "Little darling, let me know."

Bai Qing glanced sideways at him for a few moments, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit Yan Ling's chin, gritted his teeth fiercely and said vaguely, "Does it still hurt now?"

Yan Ling gasped from being bitten, he raised his hand and pinched Bai Qing's cheeks a few times, begging for mercy, "Little boy, let go, if you bite again, it will be gone."

When Bai Qing heard this, she let go of her mouth softly.

However, her mouth was bitten by the teenager in retaliation.

The driver of the car listened to the slapstick coming from the back seat, consciously lowered the sound insulation panel, and shook his head speechlessly.

Today's young people are really a headache.

　Thanks to [Silly Boudoir, Fox] for the red envelopes from the two little fairies.

　　Thanks to all the little fairies who voted today, all of them!

　　good afternoon.

　　(Set a flag: strive to finish writing this book to 200 million.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)