Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

Xi Muhan's big hand covers Yu Qiqi's small head and pushes her head back.

When Wang Miaomiao saw Xi Muhan's action, a trace of joy appeared on his face. Yu Qiqi pouted his little mouth and stared at Xi Muhan angrily.

"Brother Han, what do you mean?"

Xi Muhan explained in a deep voice: "if you want to listen to the questions, you can come here with a stool. You just had breakfast, so it's easy to feel uncomfortable lying on the table."

"Oh

Yu Qiqi puffed his cheek and scratched his hair awkwardly, a little embarrassed. "So you just cared about me!"

Xi Muhan raised his eyebrows. "What do you think?"

"Ha ha ha..." Yu Qiqi laughed twice and came to Xi Muhan with a stool. He said with a smile, "I'll listen to the topic."

When huangfujing came in, what he saw was the scene of two girls talking around Xi Muhan.

With a smile on his lips, huangfujing stepped over on his long legs and leaned against a table not far away.

"Tut, Han, you are very lucky!"

There is a main room on the left and a junior on the right.

This market is really good.

Xi Muhan took a light look at huangfujing, with a warning in his eyes, "just talking about the topic."

Huangfujing ignored Xi Muhan's warning and walked over with a smile, "why don't you give me a topic too!"

"That's because you never do the questions." Yu Qiqi gave huangfujing a cold look.

Huangfu Jing stubbles his neck and says, "who says I never make a question?"

"Then show me your exercise book."

"Just look!"

Huangfujing stretched out his long arm, took an exercise book from the table and opened it to Yu Qiqi.

"Well, if I were you, I would be ashamed to see the quality of my homework."

"Ah Xi!"

The page that huangfujing opened was full of notes and turned over a few pages by the way.

Yu Qiqi looked at it and frowned, "no, your exercise books are all empty." Yu Qiqi looked at the exercise book in huangfujing's hand, "and the handwriting on it is not yours, should it be..."

Yu Qiqi looks at Huangfu scenery with a clear look.

Huangfujing was a little uncomfortable. He took the exercise book from Yu Qiqi and held it in his arms. "What is it? It's all made by the young master himself. "

Yu Qiqi turned his mouth and looked at the door. Suddenly his eyes lit up. "Jiang Shanshan, huangfujing, take your exercise book."

Huang Fu Jing felt that his legs were soft and he didn't have time to think. He jumped down from the table and turned to face the door. He bowed respectfully and handed the exercise book to him. He quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake. "Shanbao, I'm wrong. I shouldn't take your exercise book."

The voice fell, and suddenly there was silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds

Huangfujing's neck was stiff and sour.

"Puff..."

Unexpectedly, he didn't wait for Jiang Shanshan's censure, but Yu Qiqi's laughter.

Huangfujing's computer crashed for two seconds. When he finally responded and looked up, let alone in front of him, there was no Jiang Shanshan in the whole class.

Huangfujing gritted his teeth, "Yu Qiqi, you play with me."

"No, no, no --" Yu Qiqi stretched out his index finger and shook it twice. "It's not that I played with you, but that you are guilty. If you made the exercise book yourself, would you still have this kind of reaction?"

Huangfujing