Chapter 640

“…… You're blushing, too. "

Xunqingyao forced himself to calm down and said, "after waking up, my face is easy to burn. It's nothing serious. Just blow the wind."

"Is it?"

Qiao Yan Ran some don't believe evil, touched to touch own face.

It's really hot.

Joe Yanran dropped his hand, temporarily believed his words.

"Come on, let's go to the bathroom."

Qiao Yanran stretched out her claws and pulled Xun Qingyao's little hand. She couldn't help but pull it into her arms, touched two, and muttered: "tender, slippery."

It's like tofu.

Easy to touch.

The red mark on xunquiyao's face has just faded. Now she touches her little hand like this, and her face is hot again.

Looking at the falling shadow of Joe's eyes.

decided to wait until he came back, so he bought a box of mask mask to ensure that his face was smooth and tender.

Hum.

Xiaoyu Wan 】

children don't cover up their emotions.

Xiaoyuwan can easily catch the mood fluctuation in the air, which is inexpressible for a while.

Promising.

His father is becoming less and less promising.

After they left the classroom, the teacher came in, cleared his throat and said, "monitor, please put away all the papers of this class.

I'll put it in my office later, okay? "

"I understand!"

The monitor quickly agreed and began to collect the papers table by table.

He started with the first row on the left.

When I received xunquiyao's position, I didn't see his test paper on the desktop, so I reached out and turned it inside his desk, and finally turned to the test paper and left.

For a while.

Qiao Yanran and Xun Qingyao go to the bathroom and come back.

"Where's my paper?"

Qiao Yanran saw that the desk was empty. She reached out and touched the back of her head. She looked around and didn't see her test paper.

"Put it away."

The back table opens.

Qiao Yanran gave a sound.

When xunqingyao heard the conversation between them, he suddenly felt that something was not so good. He quickly returned to his position and turned around in the drawer behind him.

No!

His paper is missing!

Xunqingyao flipped again, but still didn't find his test paper. His heart was cold. He looked at the back table and asked incredulously, "my test paper has been taken away?"

"Well."

The girl at the back desk naturally said, "just now your paper was in the drawer. The monitor took it from the drawer. Didn't you write your name?"

Looking for Qingyao

If only I didn't write my name.

He wrote his name at the first time.

Seven drums up and down in front of him, feel some straight forehead.

Hold on.

After a while, he quickly took back his test paper, so that he could not see the little fool.

However, it turned out to be the opposite.

The third class is Chinese.

First grade children, only three classes a morning, now this is the last class.

The Chinese teacher came in wearing high-heeled shoes with a stack of test papers in her hand. She went to the platform, cleared her throat and said, "monitor.

You hand out these papers and judge each other's scores at the same table. "

Looking for Qingyao

Friend, have you ever felt despair?

Soon, the monitor handed out the papers.