Chapter 54： : Doing the duty of a husband

"So you don't plan to ask for these thirty yuan?"

"..." Anhao took a deep breath and grinned quickly: "Yes, of course!"

Compared to instant noodles, bento is always better!

No way, now her work in the bar is gone, and for the time being, she can only be fed by Zuo Hancheng! What a shame!

Zuo Hancheng glanced at the card on the coffee table and put it down: "There is still one month left before your final exam at the end of December. If you can improve your scores in each subject to a passing level after one month, I will consider this one. Do you want the card?"

Before Anhao spoke to protest, he said again: "It's just an improvement from zero to a passing grade. Gu Anhao, you should know that my requirements are not very strict."

Indeed, with Zuo Hancheng, a brutal man, he didn't force her to raise her grades to No. 1 in the school year. It was very humane!

But the important thing is only one month!

Only one month to get her from zero to pass, but also to pass every subject!

He grinded his teeth, and the voice squeezed out from between the teeth: "You kill me..."

Zuo Hancheng's tone was suddenly very gentle: "What did you say?"

"I said you kill..." Anhao immediately raised her voice by one decibel.

However, at the same time, Zuo Hancheng picked up her mobile phone and flipped it casually, seemingly indifferently indifferent: "Yesterday there were still some things that I didn't explain to Yi Zeyang. After all, he is temporarily a guest professor of your A high. I should say a few more words."

An Hao rushed over in an instant, but he staggered into his arms, unable to take a lot of his mobile phone, and turned his eyes to see the handsome face who was close at hand because he fell in his arms. Everyone wanted to scold him, but couldn't scold him, so he could only stare at him stiffly.

"A pass is a pass! This girl is talented and intelligent, isn't it just a three-year high school course? Isn't it a pass! I promised!"

Zuo Hancheng's gaze fell on her face until his gaze slipped, gradually becoming a bit scorching, and at the same time, he grabbed her waist and pressed her into his arms.

"Since you are so behaved, it is fine to impose a small punishment in this way. You don't have to use beauty-color to seduce me. As I said, you don't have much hue worth selling.

Anhao struggled in his arms, and after hearing what he said, he immediately lowered his head along with his eyes and glanced at his chest again.

I saw that the button on the pajamas did not know when one was opened.

She didn't wear any inner clothes inside, and half of the little softness was exposed to the air. The air conditioner in the room was at a moderate temperature. She didn't feel the coolness. Just now she threw herself into his arms and leaned over to talk...

She was busy withdrawing from his arms, Zuo Hancheng immediately bowed her head and whispered in her ear: "Of course, if you are impatient to try to seduce me, I don't mind to do the duty of a husband sooner. , Lest you want to be dissatisfied, eh?"

The man's hand has been moved to her waist, and with a slight force, her whole person is gathered into a warm embrace.

Anhao was embarrassed on the face, and immediately broke free from his arms, drew his hair and sat up straight, staring at him with some blushing faces: "Zuo Hancheng, you are not respectful!"

"..." Zuo Hancheng's eyelids twitched: "I am not respectful?!"

Anhao was so angry that he couldn't find the right wording for a while. Even if he knew that he hadn't even reached the age of thirty, he still wanted to sarcastically because he was telling him to study hard, and he was arrogant to himself. Blushing and blurted out again: "You're always rude!"

Zuo Hancheng smiled. When he saw his sudden smile that looked like an impeccable beauty, he was alarmed in his heart. He immediately got up and took two steps back, not afraid of death, and continued to curse: "You, you, you are so cunning!"

"..."

"Conscientious!"

Zuo Hancheng's eyes can no longer be described as danger alone, Anhao didn't pay much attention, he just racked his brain to search for all old-related idioms in his mind.

Until Zuo Hancheng suddenly stood up and walked towards him, she suddenly pointed to a place between his legs and shouted: "Old, weak, remnant soldier!"

Okay... She's already out of words...

Zuo Hancheng smiled slightly, but her voice was so clear that the roots of her ears trembled: "Gu Anhao, I will let you know what it means to be a good old sword and not grow old in Changchun!"

When he saw him walking towards him, An Hao yelled in fright and hurriedly slammed the notes and English textbooks he had just picked up at him, turned and ran back to the bedroom to close the door.

As a result, as soon as she ran for two steps, she was carried back and fell heavily on the soft sofa. While she was screaming and busy about to get up, Zuo Hancheng was already long and pressed down. She was confined between the body and the sofa.

Anhao only provoked a few words when he was bullied by him today and there was really nowhere to vent. He didn't expect such a result at all!

Zuo Hancheng grabbed her jaw uncontrollably, and his tone was mixed with unquestionable courage: "Even in another forty years, I can squeeze you out! Try using idioms in front of me again?"

An Haochi returned to his senses, looking at his black eyes, suddenly a little confused, and finally pulled out his fingers. After all, he said very seriously: "In 40 years you will be 69 years old! You! Make sure you can still..."

Her voice stopped, she didn't know how to describe it for a while, she could only use her finger to point under him: "Can it still be used?"

Zuo Hancheng was so angry that he laughed.

Gu An is obviously a perverted expression, but it is also a green and tender face, and the words he exports seem to be provocative, but it seems to be just an unconvincing provocation.

The little woman who was pressed under her body had no idea how sultry and awkward her inadvertent movements and tone were.

It wasn't until Zuo Hancheng's lips touched her throat and made a gesture that she wanted to bite down with her teeth, and Anhao stiffened and didn't dare to talk nonsense: "I, I, I, I mean another four. In ten years, you will be almost seventy years old. Seventy years old will be an old man. No matter how good you are, you won’t be..."

There was a sudden pain in the waist, and the man's hand was already punished, and he squeezed it hard, as if he was about to poke his hand inward.

Anhao wanted to cry without tears, the more he said the more wrong.

She was not convinced, she just cursed a few words!

Zuo Hancheng's hand has dexterously separated her pajamas, feeling the person under him froze, and he didn't dare to move again in a panic, before he met her nervous gaze, gnashing his teeth: " Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, eh?"

Anhao stiffened.

She can be considered to hear it.

What he meant was that she was too young, and those things that appeared on the Internet and in H-books dared to be taken in front of him to pretend to be sophisticated, a semi-pure and semi-experienced appearance provoking a man's self-control and all senses.

Her well-being breath gradually became a little messy, her throat hurriedly raised her hand to touch her face, forced tears from the pain on her face, and looked at his deep black eyes with tears: "Well ...Face hurts..."