Chapter 43

I'm very upset.

Something happened in my heart, even the pen was transferred to her.

It rolled under the sofa.

Tang Bao wants to go crazy.

Is this even against her?

Tang Bao had to crawl on the ground and put his small hands under the sofa to look for him.

It's so clean. There's no dust when I take it out.

Tang Bao's top is a waist length blouse, and the bottom is a pink skirt.

She was almost gone when she was so prone.

She is facing the door, her body is more and more unstable because of looking for things.

When Emperor Haotian came in, he saw Tang Bao's attractive posture, as if he was waiting for him.

Emperor Haotian's sharp black eyes narrowed dangerously and were stimulated to the extreme. The eyes were darkened several levels.

However, Tang Bao, who focuses on finding pen, doesn't find that the danger of beast is approaching step by step.

Until the big hand was on her body and pulled back.

Suddenly the coolness of the air stuck to the body, all exposed. Scared, she screamed and climbed forward, one hand flustered to tidy up her clothes.

As soon as I looked back, I saw emperor Haotian standing up and said angrily, "what are you doing?"

"Pink skirt. It looks good."

Tang Bao's face was blankly for a while, and suddenly it was burning red.

Is this man a pervert!

Emperor Haotian's evil and overbearing eyes fell on Tang Bao's red face and looked at her so firmly.

"You What are you looking at? " Tang Bao's ears are red. He wants to find a crack in the ground. Really, he's always like this.

"I see you? That's what you do. "

"What did I do? I'm looking for a pen Don Burt is innocent.

What is her initiative to attract him?

How can he say that?

Emperor Haotian went to the front of the sofa, one hand clasped the edge of the sofa and directly lifted it up.

Tang Bao looked at it in amazement.

Emperor Haotian actually raised the sofa with one hand. It's steady, so easy, and there's no expression of force.

It was as if what he raised was not a sofa, but a cotton.

In the arm wrapped in a black shirt, the muscle burst out with endless strength, which was shocking.

Tang Bao's pen is lying quietly under the sofa.

She rushed over and took it out.

Dihao genius put the sofa down.

Tang Bao stood up, said nothing, sat down at the table and fiddled with her homework.

The pen in my hand is shaking slightly.

What did emperor Haotian do in her room?

Why don't you go?

It's really bad luck for her to meet God Haotian.

She also said that she would not be closer to Emperor Haotian.

Yes, it didn't happen, but I saw what I should see! It's almost done!

"Can't do it? Shall I do it for you? " Emperor Haotian stands beside Tang Bao.

It's like the teacher standing on one side to teach in junior high school, but he can't ignore the sense of oppression.

Taishan is so low that her breath is unstable.

Tang Bao raised his eyes slightly and doubted God Haotian's imposing face: "will you?"

Just after asking, Emperor Haotian pulled the stool beside him and sat down. He took Tang Bao's homework to him and took out the pen in his hand.

I helped her with her homework.

Tang Bao was dubious at the beginning, but later found that emperor Hao naively worked out the problems.

This man is almost 30 years old. He has been away from school for several years.

I can do it.

What kind of brain is this?

Tang Bao secretly looks at emperor Haotian's face. No matter what angle it is, it is as if it is carved.

As if he just used a cold expression to face those problems.

Tang Bao remembered that when he was in high school, a boy helped her with her homework.

Tang Bao is so happy, but happy not long, the boy transferred.

No one ever did her homework again.

I didn't expect that the second person was Emperor Haotian.

It's said that what kind of person emperor Haotian is, no matter what I heard or how I got along with him some time ago, Tang Bao felt that he deserved it.

Now I think emperor Haotian may have some advantages

Tang Bao was a little distracted. When Emperor Haotian suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at her, Tang Baocai looked back and laughed at him.

Tang Bao, who was caught peeping, felt his heart beat faster and his face burned.

Emperor Haotian's deep and boundless black eyes seem to annihilate her whole person. She is evil and crazy. This kind of feeling is strange and throbbing.Tang Bao breathed out a few words. Thinking of tomorrow, he thought the atmosphere was good at the moment, so he said, "emperor Haotian, can I go home tomorrow?"

"Want to go back?" Emperor Haotian's voice was as low as hoarse, which seemed to be inadvertent.

"Well. I don't go back every week. My father must be suspicious. "

"Didn't you go back last week?" Emperor Hao's natural tone.

"I stayed all night last week and sneaked away in the morning. A few days ago, my father went to school to find me. I think he must have suspected something. " I suspect I'm having an affair with you.

Emperor Haotian didn't speak. His pen wrote on the paper.

The vigorous and powerful font is domineering and deep.

"Let me go back? Anyway, I only go back once a week. You see, I still live in the castle every day. " Tang Bao felt that this requirement was not excessive.

However -

"No." Emperor Haotian threw out two words in a non-negotiable and irresistible manner.

Tang Bao was so angry that he wanted to smash a brick on his head.

Tang Bao decadent lying on the table, voice like a lazy kitten, pleading: "then go back this week, OK?"

"No way."

Dihao's innocence is extreme.

Authoritarian and powerful.

It's no use gnashing your teeth.

Emperor Haotian's pen is down, and Yingrui's eyes fall on the table. When Tang Bao's face is dark, like a deep pool, ripples appear.

Tang Bao was watching emperor Haotian do her homework, and then she fell asleep.

Small mouth slightly open, gently breathing, like a breeze, but also with fragrance.

pink lips, as like as two peas think of her powder, the color seems to be the same.

It's just the same.

Emperor Haotian's black eyes are more black, and his innate spirit seems to be sharper, and his breathing is heavier.

He stuck his finger into the little hand which was slightly clenched. The softness of the little hand immediately wrapped his rough finger. This softness strongly and gently penetrated into his blood and his life.

At that moment, the touch of velvet made emperor Haotian's breath heavier, as if he was bearing a great attraction.

Emperor Haotian's fingers are painted on his soft little hands, and he holds them tightly.