Chapter 72

It is clearly his own initiative to lift the relationship, how can she be hot face stick other people's cold butt.

Song Yarong knew that no matter how much she explained to the maid, it didn't help. She simply stopped talking. She got up and walked out of the room quickly. The maid couldn't even catch up with her.

"Ma'am, in a hurry, where are you going?" Jiang just came back from outside with a pile of papers in his arms.

"Where I came from, of course, I'm going back." Song Yarong thinks that nine times out of ten he brought himself back to the Jin family, and his attitude is very bad.

Finally, she had a new expectation of life, so she didn't want to go back to Jin's house and sleep in the same bed with a man she didn't like.

Or often with a straight face, I don't know that I think I owe him money.

"Madam, what should I do when you are gone? I haven't closed my eyes once these days."

Without waiting for Jiang Huai to finish his speech, song Yarong impatiently intercepted, "it's his business. It's none of my business. But he said goodbye at the beginning. How could it be my fault?"

"Yesterday, my wife was drunk. I brought her back to admit my mistake." Jiang Huai's voice was so light that only two people could hear him.

Song Yarong did not expect that Jin Beihan would do such a thing, but his heart was still not half shaken.

Jiang Huaijian didn't work. He continued with painstaking words, "at that time, my wife was holding my mother's things. My heart was stimulated, so I would do it. The purpose is not to target my wife."

"When I came back, I was busy all day and all night. I didn't know what to do. I'm going to finish next year's work."

She had heard something about Jin Beihan's mother, which had a great influence on him.

That's why later, Jin's father went to the mental hospital, Jin Beihan formed a bloodthirsty and merciless character.

"Madam, you can stay. I really need you." The praying eyes, Jiang Huai interpretation of the superb.

My Lord, I can only help you here. What madam thinks depends on your fortune.

Song Yarong turns around and walks into the restaurant. Jiang Huai quickly follows and shouts, "madam, what are you going to do?"

"You try not to eat two meals?" Song Yarong leaves quickly.

Looking at the figure, Jiang Huai was relieved, and his wife finally stayed. The maid next to him still stood in the same place and said quickly, "I didn't see the lady saying that she was hungry, so I didn't hurry to let the kitchen make food."

"Yes, Jiang tezhu." The maid trots to catch up with song Yarong.

Holding the documents in his arms, Jiang Huai felt a lot more relaxed as he walked along. He went upstairs and put the documents in front of Jin Beihan.

"Sir, these are all the documents we need for these two days."

Hand is to take a document, a glance through the line, "well, she's human."

"Madame is eating in the dining room." Thought and added a, "has sobered up."

"Come to the study in the afternoon and do your homework." Jin Beihan is still thinking about her achievements.

The note on the small desk is half full.

afternoon.

Song Yarong reluctantly came to the study, she does not want to see Jin Beihan now.

Looking at half a note on a small desk, song Yarong looks up at Jin Beihan, who is not far away and works hard.

Angrily tear off the notes on the table, blocking Jin Beihan's eyes.

Indignant pointed to the neat handwriting, "so much, my brain capacity is not enough."

The latter is indifferent, looking at his handwriting, lazily looking up at Song Yarong, "these are your homework, don't make up to do the penultimate first in the school?"

Song Yarong is speechless. It's true that she hasn't got rid of the label of number one from the bottom of the school.

Even if the reputation has been slowly changing, but we have to show some strength, otherwise those who like to catch the wind, do not know what kind of topic to spread. Jin Beihan saw that she didn't speak for a long time, opened the drawer and took out a note, "these are all tasks before yesterday, today's has not been arranged."

Soon a note was full of words. Song Yarong quickly covered Jin Beihan's note with her hand.

"Jin Beihan, don't go too far. People study step by step. How can they become fat at once?" Wronged eyes, if add two tears, maybe Jin Beihan will believe more.

Bully is not so bullying, know she is poor in mathematics and chemistry, there are so many assignments, how can all of a sudden do it.It's not Xueba's brain. It's really Xueba's brain. She won't rush the homework so hard.

She didn't dare to look into Jin Beihan's sharp eyes for fear that he would look at all his thoughts.

Jin Beihan smiles. This kind of smile is very cold, but it doesn't seem heartless. Song Yarong's eyes are fascinated by this kind of him.

"These tasks will be completed in a week." Take back the note just written and put it in the drawer.

Song Yarong's eyes are shining. As long as she won't be forced to die, everything is easy to say, "really?"

Seeing that he nodded his head, song Yarong quickly took out a few simple notes and wrote that she was embarrassed at the beginning, so she would not be so stupid.

Song Yarong was worried before he did a few questions. This is Jin Beihan's routine. Where is the simple question? Every question is more difficult.

How could she do that? She looked up at the "source of sin" and was disconsolate.

Lying on the table, writing and drawing on the topic, all failed to produce a single result.

Bored took the side of the draft paper, began to draw according to the heart, drawing to half, suddenly came inspiration.

Glanced at the man sitting opposite, took a piece of white paper again, holding a stroke, that serious appearance, like a serious brush topic.

Add a pen here, add this to the nose, draw this to the eyes, and draw a bigger mouth. That's good. That's it.

When a finished product comes out, song Yarong covers her mouth and doesn't dare to laugh. I don't know if Jin Beihan will kill her if he paints him like this.

His face is a little fat, his eyes are a lot softer, his mouth is a bloody mouth, with a smile, very interesting.

However, this kind of Jin Beihan looks more happy than the real one. It's very attractive. He doesn't look cold.

"What are you doing?"

The cold voice sounds good, but in Song Yarong's ears, it's like a disaster. Just as she reaches out to cover herself, her slender fingers are robbed.

Song Yarong is still slow.

"Oh, what are you doing? It's mine!" Get up and grab the paper.

Jin Beihan directly held the paper in the air, but song Yarong couldn't get it. He was very helpless, "you give me the paper back."