Chapter 114: Teacher too hello

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the fastest update to warm your wife into your arms: abstinence husband, spoil the latest chapter!
But although she always told herself this way, she was still uncomfortable, just uncomfortable.
Finally, the elevator opened, and she was still standing in the last corner of the elevator, just like Xiaodou was abandoned by others at the time, pitiful.
"Why don't you go?"
Fang Zhu raised his chin, still an old antique suit, black with no color, a silk scarf around her neck, she held Lu Yi's arm, high heels kicked on the ground, also issued a sign Deng's voice.
Lu Yi paused, but the line of sight swept or stood in the elevator, the thin woman holding the cat, because he was carrying the light, he did not know what the woman was doing, only under the light of the smoke Her hair was lightly scattered on her shoulders, the cat was sluggish in her arms, and she seemed to be too.
"Shall we not leave?" Fang Zhu asked again, and she also had some displeasure on her face. She was a little tired. Today, she had taken a day of class. Inside the elevator?
Lu Yi finally started, and also walked out of the elevator, and Fang Zhu followed. Naturally, she followed Lu Yi's pace, and her hands were tightly hugging the man around her.
But even so, there was not much expression on her face, and Lu Yi was the same.
So, sometimes it is said that they are a natural couple, and it really is.
Both of them are so iced, and they are also such muna.
"Sexlessness, ascetic man, old nun, teacher too," Yan Huan muttered, and she patted Xiaodou's fluffy head again.
"You said, right, Xiaodouzi, such a woman is like a dead fish. If you say Lu Yi's biting down, he will not hold it."
The thought was cruel, and I felt much more comfortable. The elevator is now descending again. She pressed the 15th floor and could only go up and go home.
Opening the door, she put the little beans down.
"Meow……"
Xiaodou finally meowed, and it rubbed the owner's leg, and then ran into the nest by himself, retracted his tail and fell asleep.
At this time, Yi Ling was still fighting in front of the computer, helping Yan Huan brush meager.
Yan Huan really feels that the company has lost some money to raise her. She hasn't made any contribution to the company yet. Now she still has to live in other people's houses, but it's fast.
She broke her finger and figured it out.
The day of looking for a fairy is at the end of the month. She just waits. The time will always pass. When she is busy, it is impossible to be so idle.
And when the filming starts at that time, it is necessary to take pictures everywhere. Jin Dao doesn't like to use any blue cloth or green cloth. He likes real scenes. The actors also have to follow the crew, so it's not doing nothing.
Her cell phone rang abruptly, and her heart didn't know why, but she just jumped like this. This came from deep inside her, a feeling of crisis.
In short, not too good.
She took out her mobile phone from her pocket. A series of numbers had been displayed on her mobile phone. Although she had no surname and no first name, Yanhuan knew who was calling it.
Yan Lixiong, the dead fat pig.
Why, still do not give up, still want to hit her idea, once or twice, may be trying to escape, but this is how many times, Yan Lixiong is not a fool, it is impossible not to know, she is really unwilling, do not want Being dived by him.
He is still thinking, do you want to get her?
She squeezed the phone in her hand, and in the end, did not answer the phone.
Touching her arm, as soon as she remembered Yan Lixiong's fat pig face, she felt sick, and even the hair on her body stood up.
She put her mobile phone on the side table, and then took a book and turned it on her lap, but she couldn't help but think of it again. It's uncomfortable.
She threw the book in her hand hard.
"adulterer."
"What's wrong?" What adulterer, Yi Ling sent a head from the outside.
"It's okay, I'm reciting the lines," Yan Huan picked up the book quickly and sat down again.
"Oh, that's right," Yi Ling drew back his head again, counting how much powder was added today, and how many messages were added, and they were all exaggerated and not cursed. She worked hard for so long, and finally got some small results.
While talking in the house, there was a bunch of books turned over and over, as long as I remembered that the man with a serious appearance had also learned to live together and felt uncomfortable for a while.
In the last life, the man was not married until he was thirty. Of course, there was only a fixed marriage partner, Fang Zhu. She once thought that it was the man who didn’t do anything. It turned out that it wasn’t. Too.
The man didn't have a good thing, she snorted again, threw the book, went to sleep on her own, recently had more rest, and after a few days there was no such leisure time.
At this time, in the living room of another house, Lu Yi put a glass of water on the table.
Thank you, Fang Zhu still keeps her back straight, and her sitting posture is also correct. Wooden furniture and decoration, there is no sense of gorgeousness, he is more athletic, he has a road walker and a spinning bike at home, and he has a lot of flowers, but they are all cacti, and they may be too busy. Now, I don’t have time to take care of these flowers.
And Fang Zhu is quite satisfied with the arrival here, mainly because there are few people, and the others don't need to move anymore. Then she will prepare a study room for her, and she can also use it for office work at night.
As for the others, they will discuss the others again.
She straightened the glass on the table and took a sip, just boiled water without adding anything.
Of course, this is also what she likes. Now, for the sake of enjoyment, even health is not needed, boiled water is the best thing, and she has found an advantage in Lu Yi's body.
This man's private life is indeed as strict as he is.
However, when Lu Yi put another cup of things in front of her own eyes, Fang Zhu's eyes could not help but stabbed.
"What are you drinking?" Fang Zhu pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and the pair of brows followed closely, uncomfortably.
"Milk tea."