Chapter 28： The little brother next door is a little good (28)

The girl was wearing a pure white cotton nightdress with a low neckline, revealing a beautiful collarbone, and her long curly hair hung down on the sides.

The cold moonlight fell on the girl, which was indescribably beautiful.

Feng Qian tilted his head and stood at the door for a while before slowly raising his hand and ringing the doorbell.

It's so late, is the shard asleep?

The girl leaned against the cold wall and held a math book quietly, counting the stars in the sky bored.

a...

two...

...

This is what Ji Mian saw when he opened the door and came out.

Little girl.

Obediently leaning against the wall.

Not expecting the girl to look for him at this time, Ji Mian took off his coat and put it on Feng Qian, straightened up, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Feng Qian stared at him, her beautiful eyes unblinking.

The girl shook the information in her hand, "Find you for tutoring."

Ji Mian was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

"Come in first."

Wind nodded.

Feng Qian followed Ji Mian into the villa, and after closing the door, the boy walked to Feng Qian's side.

"Go to my room first."

Feng Qian's beautiful eyes stared at him, then nodded.

The girl followed behind the slender boy, and her beautiful eyes looked around calmly.

In the huge villa, precious antique vases, landscape calligraphy and paintings can be seen everywhere.

But only Ji Mian lived alone.

A bit too cold.

Ji Mian brought Feng Qian to his room.

Feng Qian blinked.

Fragment's room is very simple, black and white tones, very cold, just like the original character of the boy, very cold.

Ji Mian pushed away a chair and motioned for Feng Qian to sit down.

Feng Qian put down the information in his hand and sat down obediently.

Ji Mian also sat next to Feng Qian.

The teenager looked down at the information brought by the girl and asked, "Which ones can't?"

Feng Qian took the materials, and based on memory, he took up the pen in his hand, turned the pages and sketched the topic, and folded the page with the topic.

That's about ten questions.

Feng Qian squeezed the pencil in his hand, looked sideways at Ji Mian, and said in a sweet voice, "That's all."

Ji Mian paused, then took out the pen and paper.

The teenager picked a question at random, glanced down, then spread out a piece of scratch paper and patiently explained it to the girl.

Feng Qian listened quietly.

very serious.

The girl's comprehension ability is very strong, and most topics can be understood at one point.

Ji Mian couldn't help but have a better understanding of the girl.

She is very smart.

Also very serious.

Although sometimes girls look lazy, but when they encounter something to do, girls are more serious than anyone else.

Time passed little by little.

After Ji Mian finished the topic, Feng Qian insisted on doing some other topics of the same type to consolidate it.

The girl was lying on the desk, holding the information book in one hand and holding the pencil in the other.

Feng Qian stared at the topic, resting the pencil on his chin, doing some calculations on the scratch paper from time to time.

Ji Mian looked at the girl from the side, there was a rare tenderness in his eyes, as if he could melt the night, and he seemed to be able to attract people through the starlight.

Ji Mian reached out and picked up the teacup on the desk, raised his hand to his mouth and took a sip.

Every move has an indescribable elegance.

cold.

The young man frowned slightly.

Looking up at the retro old-fashioned wall clock on the wall.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

Ji Mian put down the teacup, glanced at the girl calmly, and lightly parted her thin lips, "I'll make some supper."

Feng Qian didn't look back, but replied nonchalantly, "Yeah."

The corners of Ji Mian's mouth rose slightly, he stood up gracefully, and gave the girl a slightly deep look.

He turned to go out, and his figure disappeared into the night.

After a long time, in the silent space, there was a pleasant chuckle from the young man.

There seems to be nothing.