"No thoughts rippling with you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ling Qianwei said slowly.

"This is nature, I am not as superficial as you, I only know about physical pleasures and ignore spiritual pleasures. I'm a man who yearns for platonic love. Jiang Weisheng glanced at him, and said with a smile: "This paragraph is like this, see the third chapter of Dream of Red Mansions for details, the original text is as follows: 'Jia Mu was so anxious that she hugged Baoyu Dao: Evil obstacles! If you are angry, it is easy to beat and scold, why bother to drop that life! Baoyu cried with tears on her face: There are no sisters and sisters at home, I have it, I say it's not interesting; Now there is no such a fairy-like sister.,But it's not a good thing.。 Mother Jia hurriedly coaxed: Your sister Lin also has ......'"

The corners of Ling Qianyi's eyes twitched violently, and she picked up the book and patted her little head, "Jiang Weisheng, prenatal education." ”

Women are really 666 more than men when they get in the car, old driver.

Jiang Weisheng sighed boringly, and flipped through the books on the table again, half of them were foreign languages, and finally found a familiar one, she looked at Ling Qianwei accusatory, it was actually "Thick Black Record".

"Most of it is English, otherwise it's French, and I don't know how to read it." Jiang Weisheng was worried about these books. I don't think she studied English in college, and after many years, she almost forgot English. Except for the occasional British drama and British movie, I can generally understand the general meaning, but I can't read it completely. As for French, don't mention it, I haven't learned it.

"I read, sit down and don't move." Ling Qianwei stroked her forehead and glanced at her lightly, her pupils flashing with an indescribable luster.

"I say, are you plotting something? I'm not at ease with your character! Jiang Weisheng's heart jumped, and he looked at him thoughtfully: "Or do you remember something?" Have you seen me before? ”

"Did we know each other before?" Ling Qianwei raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course I don't know!" Jiang Weisheng corrected his attitude and immediately retorted: "I'm a stumbling girl, how can I know any diamond king, this kind of drama between Cinderella and a wealthy son is good at first glance in the novel?" This is what you asked for yourself, and I am poor if I don't pay your salary. ”

Ling Qianwei didn't take her seriously, copied the French book on the side, opened it gently, and began to read it with a soft expression and a focused look.

He seems to have a soft spot for the book.

Although, this is all bird language, Jiang Weisheng can't even understand a punctuation mark. But it doesn't prevent her from enjoying the handsome guy's deep and rich magnetic voice, but—

It didn't take long for Jiang Weisheng to cover his ears, his eyebrows tangled into a caterpillar, and he wanted to cry without tears: "Ling Qianji, don't read it, I'm about to vomit blood when I hear it." I'll admit, your voice does sound like it can make you pregnant, but I'm pregnant. And I don't understand the bird language. ”

"With your IQ, you don't need to understand." He glanced at her.

！！！

"Why don't you translate for me...... In other words, what is this book about? What exactly is this content? ”

Mystery scorn: "You just have to listen." ”

Jiang Weisheng really couldn't stand the devastation of the magic sound, so he immediately made a decision, took out his mobile phone, and offered it like a treasure, blinking his big eyes: "Xueba!" I know you're good at studying, but you look down on me, a scumbag! But, if I listen any longer, I'll have a miscarriage, I'll tell you. Let me tell you, the mother's mood has a serious impact on the child. You read something that makes me happy. Just read this - Ukraine in love! With your voice, coupled with the author's storyline, it is absolutely seamless, and it's a pity that you don't want to be a voice actor. ”

Ling Qianwei took her mobile phone, and the page of the mobile phone was stopped at a novel on the Locust Tree Literature Network.

""Love in Ukraine" is a work that the writer Xanadu is serializing, I especially like this novel, this Sun Jiayu is my male god."

"Male god?" Ling Qianyi's voice couldn't hear emotion.

"Yes! He is the most affectionate man in the world, and he is my destiny! ”

"What do you like about him?"

"Of course, I am not such a superficial person as you, I not only like his appearance, I also like his inside, he is simple and childish, sophisticated but does not forget his nature, the original nature of man is good, his kindness deeply touched me. I have to educate my children so that they will be like my male god in the future. Although I can't marry a male god, I can cultivate a male god. ”

Someone's faint words ruthlessly interrupted her nymphomaniac fantasies: "Good people die early." ”

"Ling Qianyi!" Jiang Weisheng glared at him angrily, "What are you talking nonsense - well, the truth!" "The ending of her male god Sun Jiayu is really not good, and she is still dead.

Seeing that Ling Qianwei's slender fingers were about to pick up the French book again, Jiang Weisheng hurriedly took his hand, pitiful: "I think your voice is really not suitable for reading French, it should be used to read some sensational words." For example, the king is used as a stone and the concubine is regarded as a reed. The pampas reed is as tough as silk, and there is no transfer of the panshi. Or, if the sycamore treats each other old, the mandarin duck will die. A virgin woman is a noble husband, and so is she who sacrifices her life. I can't afford to swear it, and the concubine's heart is in the well. ”

"Or,

I say you are the April day on earth

Laughter lit up the wind

The light spirit dances and transforms in the light of spring.

You are the clouds in the early April sky.

The dusk blows the softness of the wind, the stars are shining inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.

That's light. That's Graceful. You are. Bright.

You wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like the green of the fresh first bloom.

You are tender and joyful.

The water floats the white lotus in your dreams.

You are the blossom of a tree, and the swallow is murmuring among the beams.

You are love, warmth, and hope.

You are the April day on earth! ”

It was quiet for a while.

Ling Qianwei's gaze fell on her shallowly, "The last one, I haven't heard it." Did you do it yourself? ”

Jiang Weisheng suddenly remembered: "That's right, I did it, I don't just tell jokes, I can also make love poems." ”

He asked, "Love poems, anything else?" ”

"Ah......" Jiang Weisheng lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then slowed down his voice: "If I love you, I will never be like a climbing Lingxiao flower, showing off yourself through your high branches." If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the shade...... Steadfastness is here: not only love your majestic body, but also love the position you hold onto, the ground under your feet. ”

"Good." The corners of Ling Qianyi's mouth lifted, her smile was brighter than the sunlight outside, and her hand slowly touched her hair. Jiang Weisheng only thinks that his smile is creepy ==

However, she was unhappy when she thought of Ling Qianyi's eyes as a scholar just now, the original owner dropped out of school early, and her education was not too high, it seemed that she had to plan and plan to take the university entrance examination by herself, after all, she was still young, and she would not be criticized for her academic qualifications in the future. Fortunately, the textbooks in this time and space are almost the same as before, and she was also a person who took the college entrance examination back then. Be prepared this year and be able to take the exam next year.

In a blink of an eye, June 22 arrived, the wedding of Yan Fei and Fang Jingnian.