Madam spoiled by villain again

Chapter 33 He Said Softly, Good Night
As soon as Qin Xirao stood still, she saw a group of hula lala behind her.

She glanced back and forth and frowned, "Is this also in a hurry?"

Tang Xin raised her chin towards the inside, and sneered, "That woman complains to other teachers every day, saying that we are garbage, scumbags, and she spent eight lifetimes of bad luck before she was assigned to a class like ours... I have long since missed her class. up."

Qin Xirao's eyes drooped, and she said lazily, "Stand still."

Tang Xin instantly straightened her waist and stood upright.

He also took the opportunity to kick Ji Yao, "Stand up!"

Ji Yao's handsome face stared at him coldly.

Little Demon King Tang persisted for less than a minute, and then he failed.

Turning around, he stabbed Qin Xiluo, "At the same table, what are you doing?"

After a while, Qin Xirao's pleasant voice came to his ears flatly, "Listen to the class."

Tang Xin choked to death in her throat, "..."

#Suddenly really feel that I am a scum#
***
evening.

Qin Xirao returned to the small villa.

In the air-cold and luxurious room, there was a trace of familiarity missing.

She stood at the door for a moment.

A few seconds later, he walked in, hung up his schoolbag, and went into the kitchen to serve four dishes and one soup.

After eating, Qin Xirao put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, nestled on the sofa and read a book for a while, and then went back to sleep.

It was nearly twelve midnight.

A ghostly slender figure quietly pushed the door open and walked in.

He walked slowly to the sofa where Qin Xirao had nestled, and sat down.

He lowered his head, drooping his long black butterfly-like eyelashes, greedily catching the remaining body temperature and breath of that person in the air.

It's as if holding a slender body in his arms, intimately binging with each other.

His hand was hanging on the side, between his slender and white fingers, he held a card impressively.

It was an Ace of Spades.

It can't be tolerated, things that are contaminated with her breath fall into the hands of other people.

Even if it is useless.

The man raised his slender and straight eyelashes, and the dark and monstrous pupils reflected the boundless night outside the window.

His vision suddenly turned into countless threads, he penetrated the door panel, and saw the sleeping person inside.

Beautifully lined lips, provoking a crescent-shaped arc, and a pleasant voice, deep, cold, and tender to the bone.

He said softly, "Good night."

***
The harsh sound of brakes broke the tranquility of the morning.

At the crossroads, the traffic flowed like a tide, and when the front stopped, the rear was congested almost instantly.

Inside the black Maybach, the man sat up rubbing his brows, lifted his thin eyelids, revealing a pair of lazy black eyes.

He was tall, with an outstanding appearance, clear muscles and bones, white skin, and his appearance and bones were extremely rare and beautiful.

It's just cold and impersonal.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, and his voice was icy cold, "What's going on?"

The driver looked ahead, "It seems that someone is blocking the road..."

Is the traffic jam early in the morning enough?

The man frowned like a funeral, opened the car door, and walked out with a pair of long legs.

***
Crossroads ahead.

The driver twisted his face and yelled, "Are you fucking looking for death? Stand in the middle of the road, where is Pengci? If you miss, go jump off the building and drink medicine, don't make trouble for your grandpa!"

The number of traffic lights keeps decreasing, more and more people are congested, and the sound of cursing almost pierces the sky.

The sound of brakes, horns, cursing... Like a wave, it hit the people surrounded in the middle of the road, smashing their heads and covering their faces.

The man was all in black, standing there, showing his hands, his skin was terribly pale.

She seemed to be caught in some kind of horrific nightmare and lost her way.

Walking tentatively on the spot, each time he took a step, he subconsciously retracted his foot.

That was Qin Xirao.

　Good morning!Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)