For the first time, Li Ying did not skip class in the morning and stayed in the school cafeteria to eat during lunch time.
Because it is a private school, the students admitted are all from well-off families, and the on-campus cafeteria is also cafeteria-style.
She took a lot of food and sat in the corner to eat by herself.
Thinking of Lan Jingyu's miserable state when he left, she still conscientiously expressed her condolences.
The other side quickly replied: Thanks to you, princess, I am still alive.
Li Ying was eating pasta and moved her fingers quickly on the screen, "Did you drink salt water?"
The other person sent me a picture of a man with acupuncture on his hand. The veins on the back of the man's porcelain-white hand were prominent, and the needle pricked them, making him look miserable.
Li Ying sent an emoticon of a rabbit holding its chin to express sympathy.
She didn't have time to type, so she sent a voice message, saying: "People really need to take care of themselves when they get old. At your age, if you dare to stay up all night, if you die one day, the King of Hell will not even bother to deal with your unjust case."
Lan Jingyu replied to her with an ellipsis, not knowing what he wanted to express.
Li Ying thought for a while and asked him: "Hey, are you really good at that paper this morning?"
Lan Jingyu: "What else?"
Li Ying paused while stirring the noodles. She actually wanted to ask if Volume 3 was written by him.
I didn't notice the problem when I got up early, and I didn't notice it in class either.
After class just now, she got the papers back from the teacher, and when she was sorting them out, she discovered a small problem.
At the end of each paragraph, there is a small dot.
She knows that many people have the habit of writing, and even if they can imitate handwriting, they can't change their instinct.
The part that Lan Jingyu helped her write in the classroom yesterday evening was a little bit sparse. Those in the conference room didn't write it for her, but the entire third volume was covered.
She swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "You can do it if you know how. It's normal for you to have more experience at your age."
There was silence on the other side.
Li Ying rolled her eyes and asked tentatively: "Well, I want to buy some gifts for the secretary who helped me write the papers yesterday. Can you give me some suggestions?"
Lan family
Lan Jingyu hugged Bobo, looked at the words on the screen, raised his eyebrows slightly, and paused.
"No need," he said.
Li Ying cleared her throat, "It's not for you, why don't you refuse?"
Lan Jingyu stroked Bobo, probably thinking about something, "What are you going to buy?"
In the restaurant, Li Ying looked at the question, thinking quickly, and further tested, "I have a set of limited edition Garden Baby dolls, does she want it?"
Lan Jingyu: "He probably doesn't want it very much."
One question and one answer, very fast.
Li Ying stared at the screen and landed on the word "him". She was probably sure.
She leaned on the sofa and blinked rapidly.
He stayed up late last night working, and then he wrote papers for her?
Uncle Lan is actually... quite decent.
Also, last time we went on a night ride, he even bought her fish.
She poked a piece of cake into her mouth and ate it, and said, "I can give it to you, and you can bring it to her when the time comes."
Opposite me, Lan Jingyu curled his lips and said, "Can you give me a fee for running errands?"
Li Ying pouted.
Pretending to be pretty similar.
"Let's talk about it then. As a boss, you should be more generous and don't talk about money and favors all day long."
The girl educated him in a serious tone and sent a head-touching emoticon.
"Okay...let's do it."
In the restaurant, Li Ying heard the procrastination and reluctance in the man's voice, and wanted to ask about his condition again.