Chapter 1189

It's much more comfortable to smell the stars.

Back in the classroom, someone immediately gathered around to inquire about LAN Cang. Hearing the star, he was very annoyed. He made up a perfunctory story and began to pack up.

Zhao Mengmeng also came to inquire, "how are you and the professor going?"

She curled her lips. "No progress."

Zhao Mengmeng doesn't believe it. Seeing that the posture is to break the casserole, she chases her to the dormitory.

Wen Xing suddenly remembered that her painting had not been handed in, and tomorrow was the deadline. She hadn't painted a stroke.

"I won't tell you. I'm going to do my homework!"

The dormitory for four is short of a Qi Rou, and the space becomes much larger. Wen Xing puts the easel in order and conceives it for a while. I don't know how, I suddenly think of LAN Cang's beautiful eyes.

She painted a large sea of flowers. If you look at it from a specific angle, you will find a pair of deep black eyes hidden behind the sea of flowers.

The next day, Wen Xing handed in the painting, went back to the dormitory and turned on the computer. Without looking back, he asked, "Mengmeng, will you go back tomorrow for the holiday?"

Zhao Mengmeng was busy stuffing things into his suitcase, "go back, and you?"

"I'm not going back."

"One day off, even the teachers leave school, don't you have any other relatives in the imperial palace?"

Wen Xing stretched out and said, "yes, no more."

When she goes back to Jinxiu Garden, her grandmother will know for the first time that she has to go back to the military compound. Meijia's godmother knows the news, and she has to go to their home. Only one day is not enough

"All right."

Zhao Mengmeng didn't say much. She patted Wen Xing on the shoulder and almost didn't break her bones.

"I'll bring you something nice when I get back."

Smell the star than an OK gesture.

After Zhao Mengmeng left, Yang Manqing also left. Wen Xing was the only one left in the big dormitory.

She closed the doors and windows, washed off the miserable makeup on her face, exposed her white skin, delicate and charming facial features, fixed her bangs with a hairband, and sat in front of the computer to prepare the code.

She used to brush the book review section, and a reader named "blue" caught her attention.

His comments are like this.

[Dear Author, I admit that the case you wrote is eye-catching and the plot is wonderful, but I guess you may die early. In the case of corpse fragmentation, you wrote that the murderer used concentrated sulfuric acid to destroy the body. I can popularize science for you... "

Back there, Balabala, it's all about chemistry.

Wen Xing

She just wrote novels part-time, and did not take this as a career, let alone a chemistry teacher, OK!

Wen Xing immediately replied.

[I know my mistake, but I won't change it:)

turn off the comment area, and she calms down to code. After she's busy, she yawns, takes out her mobile phone, plays the game for a while, and slowly falls asleep.

When it was just dawn, Wen Xing got up, skillfully put on his make-up, put on his sportswear, put on his step watch, and began to go out for a morning run.

In the early morning, the air is fresh with a little water vapor. I can smell the stars and jog relaxed. Occasionally, I can see students who are also jogging in the morning.

She ran for half an hour, wiping sweat back to the dormitory to see Zhao Mengmeng carrying bags appeared at the school gate.

Hearing the star, he walked over and said, "how many things did you mention, Woman Warrior?"

"It's just over 100 Jin."

Wen Xing

It's already 8:30 in the morning. More and more students are pouring in from the school gate. The school expressly stipulates that cars are not allowed to enter. There are rows of luxury cars parked at the school gate. Looking at the past, each one is more than a million.