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Liu Lion: "Okay~"
Ying Tongchen: "..."
Ying Tongchen was about to close the door when his eyes inadvertently fell on the skirt in his hand, and he reached out and snatched it back.
"Hey, what are you doing..." Liu Liang was about to ask questions when he saw him glance at him with a cold expression and closed the door.
Liu Lion blinked, and a sense of familiarity hit his face.
For a long time, he opened his mouth in surprise, held his head in his hands, and muttered: "Wait, wait, there seems to be something wrong, why is this kid more like my princess???"
After Zhuo Shu returned to the room, he turned around and asked, "Do you have an impression of him?"
Ying Tongchen: "Not at all."
"Okay, you're eavesdropping."
"..."
Zhuo Shu was annoyed, stuck his head on the bed, and muttered, "That man is so ugly, you must not have an impression of him."
"Don't you know who he likes?"
"Who?"
Ying Tongchen glanced at him and smiled silently: "Fool."
The more Zhuo Shu thought about it, the more angry he became. When he thought that when they didn't know each other, Ying Tongchen might have provoked too many peach blossoms. Isn't he dangerous?
It turns out that falling in love is such a dangerous thing?
No, still have to take the time to learn how to hold a man's heart.
He took his mobile phone and searched the Internet for a while, and found that there was no movement from Ying Tongchen. He turned around and glanced at the room: "Tongchen?"
"I'm here." Ying Tongchen's voice sounded in the bathroom, "That...you come in."
Zhuo Shu opened the door and saw that Ying Tongchen had already put on the skirt, the purple silk yarn was embellished with some silver stars, which perfectly fit his long and slender figure, very elegant.
Ying Tongchen's ears were slightly hot, his eyes dodged, he turned around, revealing a clean back: "Help me pull the zipper."
Zhuo Shu took a breath and didn't pull it up for a long time, and hugged him directly back to the room.
Ying Tongchen fell on the soft quilt, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You need to promise me one thing first."
"Promise, promise, whatever you say." Zhuo Shu said impatiently.
That night, the two of them lay in bed for a few more meteor showers.
Zhuo Shu was very enthusiastic and found that he was very happy whether he was wearing men's or women's clothes.
When Ying Tongchen fell asleep, he secretly dropped a kiss on his forehead and whispered, "I love you."
The next day, there was a cry from the room.
"Ah ah ah! Don't go too far!"
"Who promised me." Ying Tongchen pulled hard.
Zhuo Shu screamed again, and intuitively his waist was about to break.
He looked down at the skirt on his body and wanted to cry without tears: "I'm really blinded by lard."
"Hold your breath, it will be pulled up soon." Ying Tongchen instructed.
Zhuo Shu lifted it up in one breath, almost backing it, but the zipper was only pulled up a little.
"Forget it." Ying Tongchen let go.
Zhuo Shu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a "click" and looked at Ying Tongchen in horror.
Ying Tongchen shook his phone and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, you can go home."
Zhuoshu: T^T
Not long after, Ying Tongchen also posted a few circles of friends.
[Class teacher]: Beautiful! [picture]
[Zhuo Zi's parent] Reply: Don't post it, don't post it again, it will be stupid to post it again.
[Words should be the same as the dust]: It's so beautiful! [picture]
γK.W Zhuoshuγ: Tigers cry.jpg
γYingγ: Very beautiful! [picture]
γ. ]: Kneel down.jpg
Chapter 53
- How to trap a man?
1. Coquetry.
2. Be detached, keep a sense of mystery 3. Tie his stomach.
4. Worship him and admire him.
5. Be an independent and confident person.
......
Zhuoshu closed the computer, crossed his hands on his chin, and a bright color flashed across his eyes, as if he had mastered the secret of success.
Although he has just established a relationship and is in a period of passionate love, he has already developed a strong sense of crisis.
He must allow Ying Tongchen to completely surrender to his personal charm.
He turned on his phone, stared at Ying Tongchen's chat dialog, remembered the elements he just found, edited it for a while, and sent it.
After waiting for a while, there was no reply. He looked at the time, suddenly remembered something, and sent a message to Ban Zhang on the trumpet.
[Send me a copy of your timetable, the price is negotiable. γ
Half an hour later, Ban Zhang left get out of class and sent him a timetable, along with the photos of Teacher Ying & Teacher Zheng that were secretly taken today.
As soon as Zhuo Shu saw the photo, he immediately withdrew the service.
Then he looked at the timetable carefully and knew that the class just now was their English class, so now that the get out of class is over, Ying Tongchen will have time to reply to him.
He stared at the screen for a few minutes. Mi Shu knocked on the door and said that he was about to prepare for a meeting. He answered, picked up his mobile phone and walked into the conference room, listening to the regular debriefing of the heads of various departments.
"Teacher Ying, I still don't understand this question." Zhuo Zi pulled Ying Tongchen to ask questions after class, and Ying Tongchen explained it to her patiently.
"Ah, I seem to understand a little, thank you teacher." Zhuo Zi smiled happily at him, and inexplicably found that Ying Tongchen glanced at her, with a faint but restrained smile in his eyes.
She looked down at what she was wearing today. She wore a purple dress inside and a loose school uniform jacket. She said cautiously, "I was wrong, teacher. I'll wear school uniform pants tomorrow."
"Well, the skirt is very nice, but you should also pay attention to keep warm." Ying Tongchen suppressed the curvature of the corners of his mouth and threw an unsightly figure out of his mind before turning back to the office.
Picked up the phone and glanced at the newsββ
γ. γ: Young and promising teacher Ying, what would you like to eat at night after a hard day? I will do it for you myself.
γ. ]:......The ball is over, give me this chance, please, please, poke your hands.jpg