Chapter 632

Wan Jingting completely sank his face, browed a lock, "ready-made experts, you don't ask, a person racking his brains to study, study out what?"

Tong en took a breath, went to sit on the sofa, picked up the book, opened it and looked at him cleverly with black and white eyes, "aren't you still sick? I think that when you get well, I'll chase you every day. I've drawn all of them. "

Wan Jingting took her book with half faith and half doubt. There were several circles on it. However, when he saw the next page, his eyes flashed a little surprised, and then he turned into a black face. He pointed to the graffiti and asked, "is this what you don't understand?"

Men pick eyebrows, "we want to sleep."

Tong en felt sorry and held his chin in his hand with a pen: "you're going to sleep. Let's talk about it another day."

Wan Jingting looked up at the time, shook his head and refused: "that's all for today. Go to bed."

"All right, go on."

Wan Jingting repeated it again. He looked at her silently and looked down to take notes. He could not help helping her to arrange the strands of her hair.

Tong en remembered and remembered again. When he could not keep up with his speaking speed, he was coquettish: "tell it again, there are a few sentences I didn't write down."

Wan Jingting's steady voice tells typical cases with clear logic, concise and vivid.

The ward began to teach serious economics courses. Tong was respectful and listened very carefully. He wrote down what he said in his notebook from time to time, just like the most serious member of the class in school.

Tong en quickly picked up the book and handed it to him. He motioned to the man who closed his eyes and enjoyed it. He called to him, "Mr. Wan, I'm serious about asking for advice."

Wan Jingting looked at her with a deeper smile, "more..." Holding her face came a deep kiss, and I still like to pillow her shoulder.

Tong en cockedly twisted his face and hooked his lips: "don't teach me."

We're going to have to go further.

A word let the cold man immediately rippling smile, index finger gently pressed in her cheek, close to the light way: "so little, how enough."

Tong en immediately nestled in his arms, looking at his picturesque eyebrows, obediently: "I paid the tuition."

Tong en knelt down and sat up, gently put his hand on his shoulder, gently pecked his lips and drew the shape of his lips. The man's hand touched her little face from her waist and eyebrows and said, "how?"

The next moment, his book turning movement slowed down, his eyes confused, but his hand pressed her waist.

He glanced at her. "Huh?"

Tong en stares at his cold appearance and says nothing.

Wan Jingting cold face snatched the book, thin lips slightly pursed, "where don't understand?"

Awkwardly, she grabbed the book back and bit her lip. She did not dare to look directly at the man's eyes. "It's nothing. If you don't like it, I'll erase it. "

Tong en looked around. In the blank, there was a picture of a cow, on which was written Wan. The cow was eating the tender grass on the ground with relish, even with the subtitle: "shameless old cow."

“……”

In the quiet ward, Tong en also had no choice but to lie on the bed. There was a smell of disinfectant in the air. She remembered that she smelled the disinfectant when he was in hospital a few years ago, but she could only watch him from a distance through the glass window. She couldn't hold him like this.

She tightly encircled him, and the man obviously felt that the palm of his hand covered the back of her hand, quietly comforting.