Suddenly someone called her name in this room. This person was not Father Zhong. She was stunned for a moment before realizing it. She turned her head and her eyes fell on the small note in his hand. This was the note she wrote to him in the morning.
, why does he still keep it?
"Come here." Her calm tone revealed an irresistible intimidation. She scratched her scalp and reluctantly walked over.
As soon as the man stretched out his arms, she was already sitting on his lap. His hands were around her waist, and his chin seemed to be rubbing against her neck. He was too tall, so it was easy to trap her. Zhong
Yu Xi kicked her legs a few times, declared failure, and then behaved obediently.
"You can't even write the word "dinner", and you write it so ugly."
Like a teacher teaching a primary school student who made a mistake, the breath he exhaled made her restless, but she felt a little rebellious, took out a pen from the table, and said unconvinced: "I can write."
He sneered and saw her lowering her head and writing on the paper. Her profile was beautiful, her nose was straight, her brows were slightly wrinkled, her little mouth was slightly pursed, and there were a few naughty strands of hair.
Hanging down, it swayed slightly as she thought.
Xuanyuan Ye's heart was trembling for a moment, and she said: "It's written." Then he realized that he had been close to her face without knowing it. Did he want to kiss her?
The word "dine" is crooked, very unpromising, and the word "good" in the lower part is written as "yan."
He gave her a shudder: "Rewrite."
"It hurts." Zhong Yuxi covered her head that was hurt by the bullet. She was dissatisfied but did not dare to complain, so she could only swallow her anger and continue writing.
Seeing that she really couldn't hold back the word, Xuanyuan Ye's big hand held her small hand and taught her to write one by one in her shock. The warmth of his palm melted her anxiety and she tilted her head half way.
, you can see his serious and serious eyebrows, his handsome face that is somewhat tight, and the word "meal", under his guidance, the iron hook and the silver stroke are vigorous and powerful.
Zhong Yuxi raised her eyebrows with joy and whispered: "It's so beautiful."
But he coldly threw her hand down, and the soft knuckles hit the table with a bang. She frowned in pain and listened to him say: "Write it a hundred times."
"But I..."
"Two hundred times."
"..." She shut her mouth wisely, reluctantly broke away from his arms, and lay on the table to write. After writing a few words, she secretly looked back at him and saw him.
He was standing by the window making a call with his mobile phone. The soft circle of light enveloped his figure, like a person walking out of a painting, which was blurry and unreal.
She waved her fist at him in dissatisfaction, and he looked over with a deep look in his eyes, as if there were eyes behind his back.
She hurriedly changed her fist-waving action to scratching her head and thinking, and continued writing with a guilty conscience. Damn, she was not a primary school student. She didn't need to work so hard. She thought about how many teachers she had when she was in school until graduation.
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Seeing the little figure obediently lowering his head to write, Xuanyuan Ye's call was also connected.