Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

On the cold computer screen, big black characters hurt her eyes.

She told herself again and again that it was true.

Lei Aotian, I'm going to marry an Jinmu, and I'm still in Los Angeles. In a place so close to me, I want to marry someone I hate most!

Aware that it was getting late, it should be time for Mr. Tang to come back in a while. An Jingxing looked at the screen, forced himself to be cruel, and pressed the close button the next moment.

Even if they get married in Los Angeles, so what?

I have nothing to do with Lei Aotian... Nothing to do with Lei Aotian!

When Tang qianrong came back, an Jingxing was sitting on the dinner table and reading carefully.

Because he came back late recently, he seldom saw an Jingxing still awake, which made him frown slightly.

"Haven't you slept yet?"

Tang qianrong took off his coat, came from the living room and asked casually.

"Well, there are still some places in this chapter that I don't understand." An Jingxing read the book carefully, didn't even lift his head, just answered casually, and then continued to concentrate on reading the book.

Tang qianrong occasionally makes himself a cup of coffee when he goes to bed late. This habit is the only one he has developed since childhood. He has never fake the hands of others since childhood.

Put in the coffee powder and turn on the coffee machine. Tang qianrong went to anjingxing and supported her with one hand. The whole person lowered his head slightly and asked, "where don't you understand?"

At first, anjingxing was only the security guard who took care of himself in the daytime. He came in to patrol and saw himself learning to talk to himself. Later, he gradually smelled a strong smell of coffee, and then a familiar smell came from behind him. Anjingxing looked back and saw Tang qianrong in front of him, Then he said dully, "Mr. Tang... You... You're back?"

Hearing her voice, Tang qianrong didn't look up. He just looked at the textbook in her hand, glanced at it, and asked, "where don't you understand?"

An Jingxing was absent-minded today. In order to force herself not to think about Lei Aotian and an Jinmu, she forced herself to read a book. Not only did I reread what I learned a few days ago, but also sorted out all the doubts and problems these days.

After taking a look at the notes written by an Jingxing, Tang qianrong opened the chair beside her and sat down. He took a pen on the table and wrote a few next to her handwriting. An Jingxing was surprised when he looked at it casually.

The man not only wrote good English, but also explained very incisively, and the Chinese marks were in place. It was easy to answer all her questions clearly.

"It's good to study hard, but you can't memorize by rote. The written examination accounts for only 50% of the broker's examination, and the other 50 depends on practical ability. Although you still have plenty of time, you still have a lot to practice. " Put the answer back in front of anjingxing. Tang qianrong stood up from his seat, went to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup of coffee.

With the coffee in his hand, Tang qianrong turned and walked towards his room. Unexpectedly, he didn't wait to walk a few steps away. Suddenly, a pair of small hands timidly grabbed his clothes.

Tang qianrong looked back and saw an Jingxing smiling awkwardly at him, holding the note in his hand for a long time. He hesitated and said, "Mr. Tang... In fact, I still don't understand some places. Can you explain it to me in a few minutes if it's convenient?"

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