Chapter 644

At noon that day, I ate all four dishes and one soup.

There is not a grain of rice left in the back kitchen.

In the afternoon, Bo Yicheng went back to school and was still a little distracted.

Bo Yimo has passed the interview and doesn't have to go to school in the afternoon.

Mother and daughter nest on the sofa and play black games.

I can't believe it. In the game, slay ranked second in the audience. He was a sixth grader who had just graduated.

I can't believe that the first is the second mother.

In the middle, I met Lin Zhan online. Su also just wanted to invite him, and Lin Zhan went offline again.

Lin Zhan was half busy in the company and went next door to make out with his wife.

The two were tired of being crooked in the rest room for a long time. Lin Zhan said that he played a game and was handsome in front of his wife.

As a result, who knows, I saw Su and her daughter as soon as I went online.

With this mother and daughter, can he be handsome?

Get off the line.

After school in the evening, Bo Yicheng's bike shop returned to Bo's courtyard.

The crisp bicycle bell rang all the way.

Bo Yimo welcomes her out, and her brother and sister enter the house together.

I ate too much at noon. In the evening, Sue also cooked. Neither brother nor sister ate.

Bo Yicheng said he would tutor Bo Yimo in chemistry and physics.

They are new courses only after junior high school.

Bo Yimo would rather listen to her brother than listen to her teacher.

Into my brother's study, my brother's chair is high, and Bo Yimo sits on it. His two thin and long legs don't touch the ground.

Bo Yicheng kindly helped her adjust the height, and then pulled a chair to sit beside her.

Take up the pen and start writing questions in the book.

Bo Yimo looked down on her brother's desk.

His desk is clean, which is very different from the thin Yimo house.

There are a long row of books on the shelf, from three bodies, devil Physics... To gravitational waves.

None of them is brain free.

Most importantly, as like as two peas, the size of all books is quite strict. Any book that is put in a little bit high and wide will not enter his bookshelf.

The housekeeper knocked on the door and brought in a plate of freshly washed little virgin fruit.

The expression is particularly kind: "young master and young lady, eat some virgin fruit and supplement vitamins."

The Bo family has not been so prosperous and lively for many years.

Bo Yicheng just wrote a few questions.

He took the fruit tray and put the book with the title in front of his sister: "try it."

"Well," Bo Yimo leaned his chin with one hand and turned a pen with the tip of his other finger.

Her hand is quite small, but she can see the slender and beautiful hand shape. The fingertip movement is very light. The pen is like living, from top to bottom and from bottom to top at her fingertip.

About a minute later, start writing in the book.

Bo Yicheng's topic is certainly not as common as that in ordinary junior middle school textbooks.

If the brothers and sisters go on like this, they don't know how much technology they will master to subvert the times in the future.

Eyes fell on the book.

My brother's handwriting is heroic and fair.

My sister's handwriting dances like a crazy snake.

……

"Done?" Bo Yicheng handed her the plate of little Saint fruit and changed the book back.

Bo Yimo lowered her head and narrowed her eyes directly the next second.

No wonder when she was just doing the problem, she saw her brother pointing at the plate all the time.

At present, dozens of little virgin fruits are arranged one by one, from outside to inside, circle after circle.

Neat, very symmetrical.

Bo Yimo: "

What kind of performance art is this?

What she didn't know was that her brother's extreme preciseness, stubbornness and self-discipline even surpassed his father.

Bo Yicheng saw her staring directly at the virgin fruit in her hand, and a gentle smile came up on her lips: "eat."

Thin Yimo stretched out her little pink tongue like a cat, licked the corners of her lips, pinched two from the middle and threw them into her mouth. One bite broke, and the sour and sweet juice overflowed between her teeth.

it's so delicious.

Bo Yicheng couldn't help laughing at his sister's expression, but when he looked down and noticed the plate, his smile suddenly stiffened.

After my sister took two from the middle, a whole plate of solid virgin fruit was all in disorder.

Thin Yi's forehead is sweating

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After the summer vacation, Yali middle school began.

Regardless of the top class and ordinary class, all students are randomly divided into classes.

More than half a month after the beginning of school, Bo Yimo, the first grade, became a red man of Yali middle school with her outstanding appearance.

Countless senior boys whistled at her after school.

But Bo Yicheng picked up his sister from school every day, and the boys didn't have a chance to do it.

Of course, there are other obstacles

Class 6, junior one.

Zhang Mao came back from the office with a pile of thick Chinese homework.

As soon as I got to the door, I was stopped by three tall, handsome looking senior boys.

"Do you share the table with Bo Yimo?"

Zhang Mao's chin was against the thick pile of homework books, leaving a small fat hand to push his glasses. He was very brave: "I am."

The senior boy put on an evil smile on his lips, as if laughing at Zhang Mao's sparse head.

The leader took a bag of delicious fast food in his younger brother's hand and gave it to Zhang Mao. At the same time, he picked his eyebrow at him: "tell your deskmate, Feng Bing, class 2, junior high school. I went to the fast food restaurant to buy it for her in person!"

When saying this, the boy's tone sounded that there was some shyness in the overbearing

Zhang Mao nodded wisely: "OK, don't worry, I'll tell her."

The senior boys nodded with satisfaction, hung the fast food on the finger of the little fat man holding the homework book, and several people left.

Zhang Mao took advantage of his small head to take a look at the corner to make sure that he couldn't see the pedestrian. Then he quickly took a look from the back door at his classmate who was still sleeping with his arm and hat on. He quickly put his homework book back on his desk, and then ran to the corner with the bag of fast food.

Squatting in the corner, three or two people ate all the fast food.

Throw the remaining express bags into the trash can, wipe away the criminal evidence from the corners of your mouth, and finally pull out the cold plum soup health drink you bought for Bo Yimo from your trouser pocket.

Zhang Mao has been used to it since he came here for a month.

Those who want to send things to Bo Yimo, regardless of breakfast or dessert, are all cut off by him!

Bo Yimo can only eat what he bought.

Moreover, these fast food have no nutrition at all, and they are easy to grow acne when they eat too much!

"Oh, I bought drinks for your deskmate again? It's really precious. You're a deskmate, but I don't know if others can see you?"

A particularly uncomfortable sound came from the corner.

A second later, a beautiful but slightly tacky girl wearing a small pink hairpin appeared from behind the wall.

Zhang Mao: "Qi Wanyao, I just like to be nice to her! Use you to mind your own business?"