My wife is pure and pure

[I don't think this is right. How many painters have you seen who draw pictures, don't they all rush to the sky for their own works? 】

The female voice in Luo Mingyu's head was rarely able to discuss something seriously with Luo Mingyu.

【Okay, that's true. 】

Luo Mingyu also didn't refute it, and the task targets who just came up in her mind who liked to draw seemed to have such a habit.

Li Yiyi, who also likes painting, should not be able to escape this if nothing happens.

Luo Mingyu felt that she might have already started drawing her own pictures to rush.

If you consider her smoldering character that the other party loves her feet so much, this can almost be said to be Yan Jue's chest - a certainty.

But this has no effect on Luo Mingyu, anyway, there are too many people who regard themselves as materials and side dishes for generating electricity.

Luo Mingyu even patted her chest confidently and said that all the ladies around her who look good must be thinking of themselves at this time.

Perhaps the tastes and hobbies of each mission target are different, but these hobbies and postures are carried by one and only one, and that is Luo Mingyu.

It can only be said that it is not surprising.

If it was her at the beginning, she might still have a little bit of mixed feelings of shyness and joy coexisting.

But now Luo Mingyu, who has experienced many battles and has no skin or face, will only be a little curious about how the other party plays in his head and how fancy he is.

The small squad leader's problem is definitely not as dangerous as Ling Yuqiu's.

But it cannot be underestimated either.

Tonight's summary didn't yield any results, and now Luo Mingyu couldn't think of a reasonable solution other than walking and watching.

The good news is that tomorrow is Sunday, and she won't have to face school and the dangerous outside world.

It's good to stay at home honestly and play with turtles and dogs.

She believes that after she rests tomorrow, she will definitely find a way to deal with it.

Luo Mingyu rubbed her eyes, got up and went to take a shower.

And even after she washed herself smooth and put on a mask, she still didn't get a response from Han Zitong on her phone.

It was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

Today she seems to be working harder than usual.

Since the other party didn't respond to her, Luo Mingyu didn't want to bother her, so she should go to bed early.

Otherwise, the mask will be in vain.

She likes her face very much after applying the mask, it is slippery and very dewy.

The feel to the touch is also top-notch.

This may also be the reason why she prefers the kind of gameplay where the whole body is covered with lubricating oil if conditions permit.

She likes the feeling of not being able to hold it, as free as a fish.

Yeah... I accidentally exposed my hobby again.

Luo Mingyu shook her head with a wry smile, and reached out to turn off the light in the bedroom.

She closed her eyes, and soon the sound of her even and gentle breathing could be heard in the quiet and dark room.

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On the other side, Han Zitong packed his textbooks and a series of corresponding tutorial books into his schoolbag.After saying good-bye to the teacher, she walked out of the make-up class with a group of paper kings who also worked hard.

Everyone's face was full of tiredness, and many people didn't even want to take out their mobile phones to take a second look.

But today's Han Zitong looks much more energetic than before.

Although the tired look still occupied the main part of her face, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised up a little.

Such a slight trace of a smile is very inconspicuous, and people who are not very familiar with her may not be able to notice that she is smiling.

Han Zitong actually didn't know what she was laughing at, or she herself didn't realize that she was laughing either.

She doesn't have extra time to look in the mirror, except for the few minutes when she combs her hair in the morning, she rarely takes the initiative to observe her appearance.

She didn't even feel how beautiful she was, she always felt that she was just an ordinary girl.

Han Zitong stood on the side of the road and looked around, then accurately found the family car.

Trot over, pull the door and sit down.

"mom."

With a cold and clear voice, he called out such a word flatly.

Ms. Han in the driver's seat nodded and replied with the same word.

"Ah."

It's completely different from Luo Mingyu's nagging to Ms. Ding Lan, Han Zitong's communication with his own mother has always been very brief, concise and to the point.

Can say a word will never add a sound.

For a long time, the atmosphere between their mother and daughter has become particularly depressing and dull.

But today, Han Zitong clearly showed a tendency to want to chat a little more.

It's just that I haven't been able to find a suitable topic to talk about.

Ms. Han glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror, then looked away, and said very calmly.

"Did you understand what the teacher said today?"

The topic of study has almost always occupied the day and night between their mother and daughter.

It can be said that every sentence of dialogue between them is based on learning problems.

In fact, this always gives Han Zitong the illusion that his mother only likes to study.

Of course, as a high school student, she knew very well that this was just an illusion.

But I still can't help but think in this direction.

Let yourself be quite tangled and contradictory.

"Ah... I understand it, but... the teacher's speech is a bit convoluted, not direct and concise enough, but the advantage is that she is very patient."

A child like Han Zitong, who almost grew up in a make-up class, actually quite understands the level of the make-up teacher.

Where to speak well, where to speak around.

She can understand most of them at a glance, unless it is a super difficult topic that she really doesn't have any thoughts.

And such topics are really rare.

Han Zitong didn't say that he could achieve [-]% accuracy.

But she can still easily find the correct way to solve the problem with a glance at the stem of the question.

It can also clearly determine where the test center that the question maker wants to test is.

It's not like Luo Mingyu's eyes are smeared and he starts to ask the teacher if he wants to kill himself.

"Is that so... Maybe it's because I didn't get along well with you at the beginning. Let's listen to it for a while before talking. If it doesn't work, I'm looking for other make-up classes for you."

Ms. Han's speech directly stopped the follow-up topic that Han Zitong had finally prepared, and there was no motivation and reason to continue speaking.

This feeling of being suffocated is not unfamiliar.

For so many years, one item has been like this.

If it was Luo Mingyu, she would definitely not hold her back. When she gets along with her own mother, she is even a little outspoken to a certain extent.

But Han Zitong obviously doesn't have her cheerfulness and optimism.

It's like when an introverted child with low self-esteem finally plucks up the courage to try something.

It's always easy to back off.

Han Zitong is like this.

She propped her chin and turned her gaze out of the car window.

The stars in the sky are shining brightly, and today is a good day to appreciate the stars.

Not a cloud at all.

The bright moonlight is not even inferior to the light of street lamps.

If it is possible, Han Zitong really wants to get out of the car and sit by the river, enjoying the cool evening breeze while admiring the vast and gorgeous stars and moonlight.

But it's a pity that she doesn't have such leisure time.

Now when she goes back, she still has two big questions to answer.

Although it was past twelve o'clock, Han Zitong still wanted to finish today's work.

Not leaving any tasks until tomorrow will not make her lazy.

After returning home soon, Han Zitong went straight to the bedroom with his schoolbag as usual.

But when she walked to the TV in the living room, she stopped involuntarily.

Turning around and walking over, pinched a few grains of special food for the little turtle, which Ms. Han found together with the glass jar.

"That tortoise doesn't need to be fed every day, be careful it will die."

Ms. Han behind her looked at her daughter's back and reminded her aloud.

"oh, I see."

Han Zitong nodded, she trusted her mother's words very much.

So I used the fishing net next to it to fish out the turtle food inside.

"Hurry up and do your homework. Finish it early and go to bed early. You have to go to make-up classes tomorrow morning. I have a meeting tomorrow morning. You can take a taxi there by yourself."

Mother Han's job is not as easy as Ms. Ding Lan's, and she has the benefits of working from [-] to [-] on weekends.

She is very busy. In order to provide her daughter with a good growth environment and learning needs, certain financial strength is very important.

As a lady again, if you want to earn enough clean money in a serious way, the effort you have to put in is actually not easy at all.

This is the biggest difference between her and many parents who also force their children to work hard.