Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

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Under the vast cloudy sky in midsummer, the soft and gentle voice seems to linger in the ears, and the whole scenery is just like that painted by the most leisurely painter, without generous and heroic heavy brush coloring, and there is no deep artistic conception of so close to the world.

However, with only a quarter of an hour left before being late, Yan Ce didn't have the time to appreciate the girl's soft smiling face. He passed through the shade of the trees and walked side by side among the long pavilions. He nodded lightly to the passing servants.

Yan Ce and Fu Su walked to the school dormitory and saw that the door was ajar. According to common sense, Mr. Fei would never stay in bed, so Yan Ce walked a few steps and gently opened the door, poked his head inside, and observed the inside Case.

next moment.

Mr. Fei, who has always been cold, is blushing and hugging a strange woman, very cute.

Yan Ce blinked, looked down from his flushed face, and then saw the clenched hands again, and smiled meaningfully.

He said hello to the bewildered Han Fei seriously: "Hello, teacher."

Then, the young man greeted the bewildered Miss Ting Wei: "Master's wife is good."

Finally, he exited the room and closed the door carefully, holding Fusu's little hand.

Through the door, the two women could hear the boy's deliberately lowered voice, "Mr. Fei is busy today, so I won't be in class."

Han Fei: "..."

Chapter 75 Psychic Strike-999

A moment later, in the middle of the school courtyard.

The blooming summer leaves turned into the most beautiful scene in midsummer under the light cloud shadow. Han Fei took two pottery cups for the boys and girls, put them lightly in front of the table, took out the kit bag and put a handful of tea leaves between his fingers. into the cup and filled the two children with hot water.

As for Miss Tingwei, who was watching helplessly, she poured herself out if she wanted to drink.

Han Fei was expressionless, his frowning brows showed a hint of irritability, and the young man keenly observed that Mr. Fei's pouring hand was shaking slightly.

Are you shy?

It turned out that Mr. Fei and his wife would be shy when they were seen by students, so when did they hook up.

Yan Ce lowered his head, the dried flat tea leaves were stretched in the hot water, and the faint tea fragrance rose in the courtyard.

The young man blew on the hot air, took a sip from the pottery cup, and glanced at the people in the courtyard from the corner of his eye. Fusu had an inexplicably happy expression on his face, while Han Fei and Miss Tingwei's expressions were gloomy with terror.

"Teacher, teacher's wife, you can continue. Fusu and I will leave right away without delay."

"..."

The arc propped up on Han Fei's chest fluctuated slightly with excitement, reflecting the midsummer sun, and a blush that had been dyed for a long time could be seen on his cold cheeks.

She pointed to Wei Ting and said coldly, "You, explain."

Explanation?

You see, I discovered that thing, and I was afraid that it would be exposed to outsiders and hugged me. How the hell can I explain it? !

Miss Ting Wei curled her lips, looked up at the clouds in the sky, and finally fixed her gaze on Han Fei's shameful and angry face, and shook her head helplessly.

"His Highness Young Master Ce, His Highness Fusu, although I don't know if Mr. Fei is innocent, but I am."

Han Fei: "..."

This cold and proud woman now has ten thousand words of MMP in her heart, and she wants to throw them all out on Miss Tingwei's face.

Fusu bowed his head to drink tea and said nothing, Yan Ce saw the broken tea leaves on the corners of the girl's lips, reached out and touched the girl's soft and moist lips, a small depression was easily formed on the thin lips, slightly inserted into the two lips to rub After removing the tea residue, the fingers inevitably got a trace of the mixture of saliva and tea, and the boy wiped it on his cuffs indifferently.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and when she realized it, she quietly pushed her head deeper into her small chest, pursing the corners of her mouth.

The boy smiled indifferently, raised his eyes, and tried to change the subject.

"Master, this tea is not bad."

This kind of topic is purely perfunctory. Seeing a woman who is about the same age as Mr. Fei still maintain such an intimate posture with her, it is difficult for him to know something, and the other party must be quite embarrassed, and she has not undressed yet. Going to bed, the result is that the foreplay/play is ruined by the students.

Han Fei's face was extremely unnatural, with a straight face, he said lightly: "If you like it, you can take some back later."

Yan Ce, who was left behind by Han Feiqiang, couldn't help but see the slightly intimate scene just now in his mind, and he whispered: "Master, it's not good for your health to interrupt this kind of thing forcibly, do you want to finish it... It's nothing to be ashamed of, and I understand you."

No, things are not what you see.

No, not this kind of person.

Don't use that kind of weird and ambiguous eyes!

Moreover, this scene was witnessed by his own students, and more importantly, he was misunderstood as that kind of corrupt relationship.

The successive spiritual attacks made Han Fei's expression obviously dull for a moment. She turned her eyes to the gentle Mr. Fusu, with a hint of despair in her eyes.

"Fusu, what are you watching in private, please tell Master?"

privately watched = hidden under the pillow

and so--

Fusu's pupils widened slightly, for a moment there was a flash of surprise, shyness, and confusion, and finally turned into firmness that would not admit it.

The girl raised her face, her hesitant tone was full of uncertainty that Mr. Fei wanted to die on the spot.

"...The Book of Songs, Songs of Chu."

Mr. Mi Yuan will crawl out from the bottom of the Miluo River and throw this volume of Chu Ci on your head, you liar!