With his burning gaze, he seemed to be able to see every part of her clearly, through her skin, through her blood and bones, everything about her.

Her mind gradually became confused, and the originally complicated questions became more difficult in her eyes. After staring at the questions for a long time, Yang Mo couldn't figure out how to answer them.

Pursing her lips, she raised her head and said to him, "Don't stare at me."

"Why?" he asked.

"I wouldn't be able to concentrate."

"Really?" He slightly raised the corners of his lips, suddenly stretched out his arms, took the test paper from her hand, lowered his head and looked at it, and said, "These are the mistakes that I don't know how to answer?"

"Yeah." She admitted honestly, and then she saw him take the pen away from her hand and start writing quickly on the exam paper.

Yang Mo was stunned for a moment.

Please! Is he helping her correct the exam paper? But the problem is that this is a paper for the logistics department, not the military department!

"The topic on this paper, you..." She couldn't help but fell silent in the middle of her words.

He was writing very fast, with beautiful black fonts, and he had already written a large area on the exam paper. Just by looking at it twice, Yang Mo could tell that Jun Sutian was really helping her to disintegrate, not

Scribbling casually.

In just a moment, Jun Sutian had already helped correct several questions on the exam paper. Yang Mo looked at him in shock, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "How can you do the logistics department questions?"

"Why can't I do it?" he asked.

"Have you studied courses in the logistics department?" After all, this kind of thing is not like those other than language and mathematics, which are all general.%&*"; The questions on the examination paper are all highly professional.

, it is impossible for ordinary people to answer.

"There are some things in logistics that are closely related to the military. I will learn about it when I have time." He replied.

Just taking the time to understand it, will the answer be better than that of a professional like her? Yang Mo didn't know whether to praise Jun Sutian for being a genius, or to despise himself for being too mediocre.

"Hey, wait, why do you have to answer this question like this?" She suddenly stared at a certain part of the exam paper and asked in confusion.

"here?"

"right."

"This is calculated based on the storage capacity of the warehouse, the consumption of transportation vehicles, and the distance." Jun Sutian answered, and at the same time took out a piece of white paper, drew a simulation diagram on the paper, and marked the answer.

Step by step, explained step by step.

It is clear at a glance, even clearer and easier to understand than what the teacher explains in class.

A cold voice sounded in the room. Jun Sutian explained each question one by one, while Yang Mo was immersed in his lecture and even forgot about his initial embarrassment.

It wasn't until all the wrong questions in the entire exam paper were corrected under Jun Sutian's guidance that Yang Mo suddenly discovered that the two of them had gotten very close to each other at some point. To be precise, she almost fell into his arms.

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When she raised her head, her lips almost touched his cheek, and the hair on his cheek brushed against her lips, giving her a tingling and itchy feeling.

His heartbeat suddenly seemed to skip a beat. Yang Mo quickly said, "...Thank you."

After saying that, she wanted to stand up, but as soon as she stood up, Jun Sutian held her left wrist, "How do you want to thank me?" he asked, his chin slightly raised, his dark phoenix eyes fixed.

Looking at her.

Yang Mo was stunned. His fingers were obviously slightly cold, but the place where her wrist was pinched by him seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

How can I thank him? It seems like he lacks everything! "How do you want me to thank you?" she asked.

He pondered for a moment and then suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

So pinch?

"I want to eat what you made." He said, "If you make it for me with your own hands, you can take it as a thank you."

Her cooking skills were probably much inferior to those of the villa's chefs, but since Jun Sutian said it, Yang Mo didn't mean anything and just asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"I want..." His fingers gently brushed her lips, "Sweet, I want to eat sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Yes, as long as it's sweet, it's fine."

Yang Mo thought for a while, went to the kitchen to look for ingredients, and finally decided to make a simple fruit porridge. She always thought that few boys liked sweet things.

"Is Jun Sutian's taste just a little sweet, or a little sweeter?" She asked the villa's chef for advice.

Unexpectedly, the chef replied, "The young master doesn't like sweets very much, so I have never made sweets for the young master." In other words, the chef had no way of knowing Jun Sutian's taste.

Yang Mo was a little surprised. Since Jun Sutian didn't like sweets, why did she ask her to make sweets?

When the fruit porridge was ready, she carried the porridge to the restaurant, put the porridge on the dining table, and said to Jun Sutian, "I don't know your taste, so... uh, you try it first."

The steaming porridge was swirling around like mist. Jun Sutian picked up the spoon and took a sip, "It's very sweet."

"Did I put too much sugar?" Yang Mo quickly took a taste, but didn't find it too sweet.

"No." He shook his head slightly, "I just think it's very sweet, and I like this kind of sweetness."

She blinked and watched him eat the porridge from the bowl bit by bit. "Don't you usually like sweets?" she asked, recalling the scene of eating with him. Indeed, she rarely saw him eating sweets.

The only time was at Fenghua's place. She ordered a dessert and he ate some.

"Well, I rarely eat." He replied.

"Then why are you..." She pointed at the fruit porridge and asked in confusion.

"Because looking at you makes me want to eat sweets." He answered her. Wanting to get a sweeter feeling was just like the feeling that surged in his throat when he was close to her.

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Jun Sutian likes to eat the sweets she makes, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing. At least when she watches him eating, she feels a sense of joy unconsciously, especially whether it’s small cakes, biscuits, or puddings she makes.

Milu, he will finish it.

According to Fengfeng's explanation, when you make something for the people you like, you should be happy and satisfied.

If you like the famous family, please vote for the gold medal for this article. Thank you. I will try my best to write the famous family well and present a different senior cadre campus story [152]. In the last two lines of chapter [152], Mu Xueqiang’s pen mistakenly wrote Hua Zi
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