Chapter 115: Xueji school grass too overbearing 22

Gu Cheng did not see it.
Song Wen said loudly: "I have to coach my homework!"
Gu Cheng: "..."
"No!" he refused.
Song Wen turned to look at A Zhao: "Sister Tang also wants to improve my grades and make my parents happy."
filial piety!
Azhao is very pleased: "No problem, then you come over together."
Gu Cheng: "..."
He glanced at Song Wen coldly.
Oh, brother.
Song Wen was a bit embarrassed, but still withstood the eye knife of his city brother, successfully inserted into the middle of the two.

However, when the summer vacation officially began, this day, when A Zhao took homework and review materials to Gucheng’s home, he did not see Song Wen.

Isn't the mosquitoes saying that they are coming today?
she asked strangely.
Gu Cheng said faintly: "His parents seem to have reported several vacation crash classes for him, and they can't come."
"That's alright." A Zhao has some regrets.
At the end of the city, Song Wen was crying out of his mother's door: "I told your son, the two classes are famous teachers! Do you know how much I spent to put you in?" If you are not enthusiastic about your classmates, I can't find such a good class..."

Classmates?
Song Wen sharply grasped the key points.
Song mother nodded: "Yes, that is your good friend, Gu Cheng, who has been to the family, and looks very handsome. He recommended, Mom went to see it a few times, it is really good..."
Song Wen: "..."
City brother, you are enough!
Gucheng Home is a duplex building with a large structure and a simple decoration style.
A Zhao asked strangely: "Are you alone at home?"
Gu Cheng nodded: "My mom often travels, now abroad. My dad has something to do today, usually at this time."
Azhao nodded.
The two went to the study.
"Your foundation is a little weak, I will start to consolidate directly with you from the knowledge of Gao Yi, okay?"
Gu Cheng nodded.
The two are sitting very close.
Gu Cheng looked up a little and saw the eyebrows of the people around him.
Her skin color is very white, unlike many girls who have painted a lot of cosmetics on their faces, they are plain, white and translucent, and tender as if they can pour out water.
She is very serious about explaining: "...this question, plus a guideline, the solution to the problem is very simple and clear... Gu Cheng?"
What did Azhao feel, strangely looked up, and saw Gu Chengzhen staring at himself without hesitation.
"Is there something on my face?" She touched her face subconsciously.
This sentence gave Gucheng inspiration.
He reached out and gently passed over A Zhao’s face.
The warm touch flashed past, and A Zhao was somewhat uncomfortable moving.
"There is a hair." Gu Cheng’s serious letter opened.
His fingers were hidden behind him, and his fingertips moved slightly, reminiscent of the feeling.
It is really tender.
Still want to touch.
Azhao didn't care about this. She continued: "Thank you, come, let's continue."
Gu Cheng regained his gaze and nodded: "Good."
The morning time passed by.
It was eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye.
Gu Cheng looked at the time and asked: "Do you have any taboos?"
Azhao shook his head: "I like to eat delicious food."
"So, eat pasta at noon?"
A Zhao heard the meaning of his words, surprised: "You will cook?"
Gu Cheng got up and went to the living room to open the TV, and brought the fruit plate and the drink over. He smiled and said: "I will have more things."
Azhao picked up the orange juice and bit his straw and looked at him: "Then I will wait to eat."
It feels more and more cute. Gu Cheng thought.