Chapter 11

The sun is setting and the heat is still there.

The corridor of jiangfuyue station was just basking in the west, and soon it was hot and sweating.

She simply took off her school uniform coat and tied it at her waist. There was only a suspender inside.

Fortunately, the body is slim, tall and beautiful. Even if the sling is not vulgar, it is beautiful and slim.

Plus this time, the whole building is empty. Who cares what she wears?

Instead, Jiang Han looked at it frequently, his eyes surprised and envied.

Why is she so thin?!

Why is she so thin?!

The key is so thin, the strength is still big, and one kick makes people cry!

How angry

Jiang Fuyue, who took off her coat, was refreshing and brushed the questions more smoothly. There was a big problem to draw. She simply put her hand under it and raised her arm up. The light was bright for a moment. Her pen tip moved, and the almost standard ellipse jumped onto the paper, adding several auxiliary lines.

Among the myriad of things, the train of thought is so clear.

Just as she was about to continue with the next question, she suddenly noticed a prying intention from a distance. It was not dangerous, but it was definitely unfriendly.

Jiang Fuyue immediately stood straight, turned and looked opposite. He saw the back of a man pushing the door.

But for two seconds, the door closed and cut off her eyes.

Grade office?

Jiang Fuyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes were slightly dark.

……

"Zhong Ziang's parents?"

"HMM." the man nodded slightly, and his reserved action brought out his innate noble spirit.

Meng Zhijian thought of the principal's explanation and guessed that the transferred student had a good background. Now, when he saw the whole bearing of his parents, he was really not an ordinary person.

The smile on his face became more and more polite, but he kept complaining in his heart——

Where is this for his students? For ancestors is almost the same!

"Hello, I'm the head teacher of class 7, grade 2, senior high school. My last name is Meng."

"Hello, Miss Meng."

"Excuse me, are you with Zhong Ziang?"

"I'm his uncle."

"Oh, here's the thing..."

Zhong Ziang transferred to the dining room.

Liu Ma has prepared the food according to the recipe. From the selection of ingredients to the dosage of seasoning products in the cooking process, she has been strictly screened and accurately calculated.

So as to ensure that the energy obtained by the ingestor through eating can reach the "best value" required by the body, no more or no more.

Like the "optimal solution" in a mathematical problem.

Precise, perfect.

"Uncle..." is Zhong Ziang.

Xie Dingyuan put down his used napkin, folded it and gathered it at hand.

Liu Ma knew that this was the signal of the end of the meal. She came forward silently and began to clean up.

Xie Dingyuan got up and walked to the living room. Zhong Ziang lowered his eyes for a moment and raised his feet to follow.