A Zhao saw Gu Hong change his clothes.

"It's too late. I'll take you home." Gu Hong said with a smile.

Gu Hong drives, and a Zhao and Gu Cheng sit in the back.

The distance between them is very close.

Windows open, early summer wind with a little bit of dry heat, but not annoying.

A Zhao leaned his head against the window and felt the wind blowing on his face.

Because of this posture, Gu Cheng was able to look at her openly.

Yellow sunset hit her side face, blurred out a shallow halo, you can see the skin on the fine hair.

His hand is tickling again.

I want to reach out and touch it.

Gu Hong took a look in the rearview mirror, and he was disgusted with his son, which was not covered up.

The key is that people like it. I dare not say it.

In those days, on the night when he was sure of his intention, he went directly over the wall into Gu Cheng's mother's dormitory building

Cough.

In a word, this boy, he!

"Yes, Gu Cheng." A Zhao suddenly remembered something. He sat up straight and looked at Gu Cheng.

Gu Cheng calmly turned away his eyes: "what?"

"You remember to listen to English for half an hour every day. It's OK to wear headphones for a while before you go to bed at night. Just remember to set the timing, otherwise it will hurt your ears to listen all the time..."

Gu Cheng:

He is a little disappointed. It's hard for a Zhao to take the initiative to talk to him, but it's still because of his study.

However, he still nodded and took the opportunity to brush a wave of good feeling: "you can rest assured, since I said to study hard, I will not fail you."

Fail?

A Zhao always thinks this word is a little strange.

But in view of the male master is a learning slag, she is not picky.

Take a Zhao home, Gu Cheng father and son did not come to see a Zhao into the door before returning to the car.

Only father and son were left, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became serious.

Gu Hong tut: "I must study hard. Son, after three days of farewell, you make dad look at you with a new look

Gu Cheng said with some impatience: "she likes good grades. I'm really sorry about our grade.

Good night, big shellfish