"Then what do you need from me?" Yin Hong's words just fell, and soon the conversation changed again, still looking at the laundry charm with a vigilant face, as if the idiom Fan was going to eat her.

Just like this, it really made the idiom Fan laugh in his heart. I can't help but think in my heart, as for this.

"You can rest assured of this," Cheng Fan continued, first dispelling Yin Hong's concerns.

"Even if I want to eat you, I'm so daring!" The latter sentence can only be slandered in this stomach, "He doesn't want to be drowned directly in it by all the male compatriots in Conghai City University."

Besides, his heart has long been dedicated. He only knows Lingyu alone in his life, and it doesn't matter what the others are doing. Besides, in his family, there is another ...... who has already made a marriage contract It's really hard to put into words.

Harem?

Idiom Fan is not a monk either, doesn't he want a harem?

But imagine what kind of women are around him, and he is still in the harem, without waiting for his harem, these women gave him to the palace first, and at that time he was a standard ancient civil servant!

Next, Idiom Fan briefly told Yin Hong about what he and Wen Bai talked about. Under this simple conversation, Idiom Fan once again dispelled Yin Hong's other concerns. Because, since that day, although Yin Hong saw Wen Bai's beast behavior, he couldn't report it because of Wen Bai's family background, and he was even more afraid that Wen Bai would find out.

Although Yin Hong has gradually distanced himself from Wen Bai, he has even begun to speak ill of Wen Bai. This is enough to make Wen Bai suspicious. thought that he had done something unseemly, but he was just seen by Yin Hong.

And because there is no evidence to prove that Yin Hong saw it, he doesn't care what Yin Hong does, and continues to play the hypocrite of his humble gentleman. Because of this, Yin Hong felt that the Wen Bai in front of him was a complete gentleman Jian Yue Buqun, even better than Yue Buqun.

Yin Hong's heart is not only a beast, but also the rumored head of Huashan.

"What?"

Suddenly, Yin Hong stood up directly, and slapped the table, his voice also increased by several decibels, and his pretty face also had a faint look of wanting to strangle Idiom Fan.

"You let me go on a date with that beast and have a candlelit dinner together, and I invited you on your own initiative?" If it weren't for the fact that this was a public place, I'm afraid that this single beauty in her thirties would have lifted the collar of Idiom Fan.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, and listen to me slowly!" Yin Hong's excitement was already within the expected range of the idiom Fan, if Yin Hong was not excited, it would be strange.

"Don't get excited, can I not be excited!" Yin Hong's face was already showing a hint of anger, "You actually let me go on a date with that beast, and also have a candlelight dinner, ask you a big-headed ghost, candle you are a depressed ghost!" Next, Yin Hong is not a lady at all, or where can she care about a lady or not.

As soon as Wen Bai's disgusting appearance and disgusting appearance of playing with female students appeared in his mind, Yin Hong retched.

Then let alone say anything about dating him, wouldn't it be disgusting to death for her.

Idiom Fan is not in a hurry, and still slowly tastes this mellow cappuccino.

What's angry, then keep getting angry. Let this anger first vent the anger that has been squeezed in my heart for a while. If this has been suppressed in my heart, it will have a lot of hindrance to the next plan of the idiom Fan.

He himself knew very well that his goal was the same as Yin Hong's.

However, the ultimate goal is completely different. His ultimate goal is a mission on the special order. As for Wen Bai, it is just a path he has figured out when he is moving towards this ultimate goal. As for whether this road will work, whether it can be reached quickly and directly, or whether it will be detoured, it is all up to him to figure it out.

After calming down for a while, Fan didn't say a word, and Yin Hong, on the contrary, was angry.

If this look can kill, it is estimated that at this moment, Idiom Fan has been shot countless times by Yin Hong's eyes.

First anger, then calm, and finally contemplation.

She thought about it a lot, and she pondered calmly for a long time. It is precisely because of this that she feels that her student seems to be a little incomprehensible, or even completely incomprehensible. Because, in her eyes, this student of hers, Cheng Yu Fan, his jumping power is too strong.

With just a slight leap, it has already begun to go beyond her boundaries, beyond her scope. This jump simply made her a little confused.

"Did you see anything else about Wen Bai, or did you find anything else about Wen Bai?" or that this woman's intuition was terrible, and it was so terrible that it made Fan want to be a woman. Because, this woman's natural intuition is so terrifying, so terrifying that it is impossible to describe it in words.

"Yes!" And this time, Idiom Fan didn't hide anything.

"What's it!" Yin Hong had become serious in an instant.

"When the time comes, if you can know, I will tell you directly, if it is not necessary, it is better not to know," facing Yin Hong's seriousness, the same is true of Idiom Fan, and continued, "Teacher Yin, don't you know a word, the less you know, the better, especially in some cases!"

"Don't call me there," Yin Hong's stubbornness, once it has an attack, it will be ten cows that can't be pulled back, "Tell me, what else did you find, otherwise, don't blame the old lady for not giving you face, the old lady doesn't care whose apprentice or adopted son you are, and what is the relationship between you and the teaching director and the principal, the old lady is the same ......" Speaking of this, Yin Hong actually gave a thumbs up and shook it a few times under her neck.

Belch......

Seeing this, the idiom Fan was sweating. Where should this uncle be a teacher, or a class teacher, just a female hooligan of the underworld, or belong to the underworld over there in Hong Kong!

"Master, don't you know, this homeroom teacher of yours, when he was in college, was a famous female overlord in the school!" Just when Idiom Fan was sweating wildly, a very coquettish voice had already entered the depths of Idiom Fan's mind.

"Huwei?" Idiom Fan was slightly stunned, "How do you know, is it possible that you are going to conduct the 'census' again?"

"We're protecting you, and we'll do a 'census' if we have a certain level of contact with you!"

Hearing this, Fan felt as if he had no freedom for a moment. I dare to be "watched" by these six sword spirits.

"Oops!"

Suddenly, Idiom Fan's head was slapped hard by something. This also interrupted the conversation between Fan and Huwei!

"What are you doing!" Obviously, who else could shoot him on the head, "Don't you know that it hurts to shoot like this, what if your head is broken, you become an idiot, you still let people go to college, you still let people find jobs in the future." "If you can't find a job, you won't have money in the future, and if you don't have money, you'll starve to death, do you know how to starve to death, do you support me!"

Looking at the look on the other side that turned into a look of murder again, Idiom Fan naturally avoided it. He didn't want to look at the woman who was about to show murderous eyes at every turn, he didn't know before, and he couldn't imagine that he, the beautiful head teacher, had such a legendary history. When I was in college, I was a famous school female bully, not bad, not bad, very good!

Yin Hong on the other side, although he showed a murderous look, looked at Cheng Yufan with a faint strange look.

"What are you thinking," Yin Hong, who couldn't help but be curious, suddenly asked, "Thinking so intently, and looking to the side, could it be that you see some beautiful woman?"

Vinegar?

That's too much nonsense. If you want to talk about intuition, no one dares to say one when Fan says two. That trace of vinegar, although it is very light and light, almost negligible, but it is still firmly grasped by the idiom Fan. "I really don't understand women!" he took a sip of his cappuccino.

"Because she likes you!" said again coldly.

"Poof!"

The mellow and delicious cappuccino has not yet moistened his throat, but it was simply squirted out by the idiom Fan!