Black-bellied Bamboo Horse: Xiaoqingmei, I can't eat enough!

Chapter 875

At four o'clock in the morning, Chris sat up on the table in a daze, covered her lips and yawned.

The clothes on her shoulders slipped off with her movements. Chris was startled, and turned around to see the black coat.

She picked up her jacket and looked hesitantly at Yuan Ming who was typing on the keyboard diagonally across from her.

The coat on his body was in her hands, and he was only wearing a half-sleeve T-shirt now. The solid muscles on his arms seemed not to be afraid of the swishing cold air at all.

"Thank you." She said softly, then handed him the coat in her hand.

Yuan Ming reached out to take it without looking up, then put the coat on the chair next to him, and continued to work on his own business.

Chris stood up, she left the study room to buy two cups of coffee, and pushed one of them in front of Yuan Ming when she came back.

Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded to her: "Thank you."

The two were polite and unfamiliar, like two strangers.

"You're welcome, you put on my clothes, and I'll buy you coffee," Chris paused, and continued, "We're even."

Yuan Ming nodded casually, picked up the coffee and took a sip.

It wasn't until dawn that the two of them left the study room one after the other and went home.

On the way, Yuan Ming still went to buy two breakfasts, and Chris still walked beside him, neither avoiding nor talking to him.

The two walked the same way home without any communication, opened the door separately, and went home separately.

Lying on the bed after breakfast, and sending the thesis to the professor, Yuan Ming let out a sigh of relief, turned over and wanted to sleep.

The night had exhausted his brain power, and he was really tired.

Yuan Ming closed his eyes for a while, but frowned unconsciously.

A faint fragrance was lingering in his nose, he frowned and opened his eyes, and saw the black coat lying honestly beside his pillow.

There was even a long golden hair stuck to the collar.

Yuan Ming sighed lightly and closed his eyes again.

He slept until noon, and if it wasn't for the email notification, he thought he would be able to sleep until the afternoon.

When I opened the mailbox, it was from the professor, saying that he had received his thesis.

Yuan Ming sighed, wanting to sleep for a while, but couldn't bear the hunger in his belly, he walked out of the bedroom with his messy hair to look for food, and unexpectedly saw Chris in his living room!

"Huh?" Yuan Ming looked at her blankly, and then looked at Zhang Meng who was sitting next to Chris, "What?"

Zhang Meng looked at him as if he saw a savior: "Old Yuan, you are awake! Come and have a look! This case analysis is very strange."

Oh... so it was a question.

Yuan Ming nodded and pointed to the bathroom: "You must let me brush my teeth, right?" After speaking, he walked into the bathroom with his messy hair.

Three minutes later, Yuan Ming came out, feeling much refreshed. He walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the textbook on the coffee table and looked at it for a while, then raised his head and asked Chris: "What's the problem?"

"It's here that the regulation of the world's macroeconomics has led to..."

Yuan Ming nodded and listened to Chris's question while looking at the case. When he finished reading the case, Chris just finished asking the question. Yuan Ming answered her without thinking too much: " that is because……"

Yuan Ming spoke for a full half an hour, as if giving a small lecture, which made Zhang Meng startled for a while.

When he finally finished what he was going to say, Zhang Meng said tremblingly: "Old Yuan, why didn't I think you were so good before? Tell me, tell me, how can you remember what the teacher said two years ago? "

Yuan Ming directly gave him a pair of supercilious eyes: "I have grown my brain."

"You..." Zhang Meng was so angry that he stared dryly for a long time, but he didn't say anything and turned back.

Yuan Ming returned the textbook to Chris, and asked her casually, "Are there any questions?"

Chris shook her head, looking at Yuan Ming unconsciously with admiration in her eyes.

Yuan Ming was about to leave, but he heard Zhang Meng say again: "Hey, that Xueba, stop for me!"

Yuan Ming sat back on his seat, looked at him and let out a long sigh: "Brother, I'm hungry, why don't you let me make some noodles?!"

Zhang Meng shook his head and smiled: "Then how can I bother you to do it yourself? Wait! I'll go, I'll go!" After Zhang Fang finished speaking, he jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the kitchen .

After a while, he came back with a steaming bowl of instant noodles. He put the instant noodles in front of Yuan Ming with both hands. Zhang Meng's face was filled with flattering smiles: "Uncle Yuan, would you like to try it?"

Yuan Ming looked at him vigilantly: "You...want to borrow money?"

Zhang Meng choked, wanted to stare at him but held back, continued to say with a cheap smile, "How could that be? How could such a trivial matter bother you? I just wanted to...hehehe..."

"What the hell are you fucking trying to do? What are you talking about!" Yuan Ming almost jumped back into the bedroom, Zhang Meng's virtue...why did he act like he was going to give him something? What about? !
Zhang Meng continued to smile: "Oh, Uncle Yuan, Yuan Daxueba! The end of this term is coming soon, shouldn't you give full play to the excellent character of Xueba and help your classmates?!"

"I don't care about your thesis." Yuan Ming directly refused.

Zhang Meng shook his head like a rattle: "How could I ask you to write a thesis for me?! I won't do that kind of immoral thing!"

"Heh...heh..." Yuan Ming looked at him with a sneer, as if saying that he didn't know who it was, but he bought last year's final paper.

Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't know who it is~
Zhang Meng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and pushed the instant noodles in his direction again: "Eat, eat... the noodles should be cold in a while."

Yuan Ming continued to hide: "Tell me what you want to do first."

Zhang Meng let out a long sigh, and looked at him sadly: "What can I want to do? Please help me make up lessons and draw the key points!"

Yuan Ming let out a long sigh of relief: "Damn it, can't you just say it and it's over?! How about going around such a big circle?!"

Zhang Meng looked at him: "Then you agreed?"

"When did I do this?" Yuan Ming rolled his eyes again, "You know how to please me this year. Hey, let me tell you, what did you think?"

Zhang Meng smiled and pushed the instant noodles in his direction and said, "Hey, I was not doing my job well before, please use it first, Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Ming took the instant noodles. He was really hungry, so he took a sip of the soup without hesitation.

Zhang Meng saw that he had eaten, and his smile became even brighter: "This is our apprenticeship ceremony, and Uncle Yuan accepts it with a smile."

"Pfft...return your teacher's apprenticeship ceremony, as for not...wait a while! What are you talking about? Whose teacher's apprenticeship ceremony?!" Yuan Ming suddenly widened his eyes, and he had a... bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)