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"Give it, give it! Money for a sugar gourd! Here it is

TingYang is unable to resist the court yuan's coquettish attack.

He took out the money bag on his chest and threw five Wen in the heart of Tingyuan's hand.

But Tingyuan didn't stop when it was good.

He pitifully raised his big watery eyes and said to TingYang, "brother TingYang, I also want to taste the taste of iced sugar gourd. Can you let me buy one myself?"

TingYang's hand holding the bag of money stopped.

How can this kid get more?

"It's like this, brother TingYang." "You know, I've been living in the slave market all the time. It's good to be able to eat a full meal. I can't wear warm clothes, and I can't eat anything delicious. The days I've been here are the best I've ever lived. I've been... "

"Got it!" TingYang also threw five Wen money to Tingyuan, "you also eat!"

As soon as Tingyuan had money, he wiped his tears and ran away with oil on his feet.

Thank you, brother TingYang

TingYang took back the money bag and stuffed it into his clothes.

How does he feel The boy bought by his son was different from the boy he had just brought back?

Tingyuan ran out and soon found a small vendor selling ice sugar gourd.

"Boss! I want the Hawthorn size one! yes! The top one! And the one on the left! I want all of them. Thank you, boss

Tingyuan happily bought ice sugar gourd and went back to school.

The weather of the fox people is almost the same as that of the human world. The weather has not turned hot. Even if the ice sugar gourd is kept, the sugar coating outside will not melt.

Yan Huai's class was over by now.

His schoolboys can all go in and pack up.

TingYang also thought that Tingyuan would be afraid, and planned to take Tingyuan's collar and drag him in.

I didn't expect that Tingyuan went in by himself.

Even he didn't have time to say a word to Tingyuan. There were sugar stains in the corner of his mouth.

"Young master, I will come." Tingyuan ran in with a bookcase on his back and knelt down beside Yanhuai's table, "are you tired today? Do you understand me, sir? "

Yan Huai took a sip of tea and gave him a look.

Tingyuan pretended not to see and picked up his things.

TingYang is standing behind Yan Huai with a sword, and his eyes are sweeping at other people who want to see the play.

Others were frightened by TingYang's eyes, did not dare to continue to look, quickly packed things and left.

The teacher stood in the front of the room. He put down the ruler, put the glass mirror in front of him, and looked at the court yuan carefully for a while.

"Sir." Seeing that Mr. Yan came to the side, he stood up and saluted him.

Mr. Zhang waved his hand to show that he was not polite, holding the glass mirror close to the court yuan kneeling on the ground to clean up things.

Yan Huai see Mr. this look is really too blatant, on the exit remind way: "sir?"

Hearing the sound, Tingyuan raised his head and met his husband.

"Well?" Tingyuan felt his face subconsciously, thinking there was something on his face.

Yan Huai looked at Tingyuan and asked the teacher, "Sir, what's wrong with my schoolboy?"

The teacher put away the glass mirror and replied, "it's OK, but I haven't seen such a watery child for a long time."

Tingyuan was suddenly praised, and his face immediately turned red.

Mr. a said politely and left with his back.

Before going out of the room, he also looked back at Yan Huai and them.

Yan Huai, a future fox emperor, how could he find such a bookboy?