Chapter 150: Eating Tofu with Life

Qin Zong felt the messy fingers in the palm of his hand, clenched his palm, pressed the young man's restless paws, lifted the collar behind her, and stuffed the person directly into the car.

The movements are crisp and clean.

Surprisingly good-looking.

Yan Tao's head almost hit the car glass, but fortunately she didn't fall down after holding the car seat, she sat up angrily, and was about to push the car door, but found that the car door was locked, Qin Zong sat on the driver's seat, and his voice was cold, "Quiet!" ”

Before Yan Tao could speak, the man turned his head and looked at her, his deep eyes were as cold as ice, and he asked in a cold voice, "Let me ask you, where should you be now?" ”

"Where should I stay the most......" Yan Tao leaned on the leather seat, pursed his lips wickedly and coldly, and then leaned forward to approach the man's cold face, his white and slender fingers caressed Qin Zong's slightly cool lips ambiguously and provocatively, and his breath was glamorous to the extreme, "Don't you know?" ”

She dragged out the last note, so that the indistinguishable voice of the male and female sounded extremely beautiful, with a vague and hazy taste, like an electric current rushing through the ears.

The cool and cold breath on the young man's body was wrapped around Qin Zong's body, his arm on the car seat suddenly tensed, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a dangerous cold light jumped under his eyes, warning in a deep voice: "Don't talk so close to me." ”

"Oh."

A moment of forbearance flashed in the man's eyes Yan Tao didn't see it, she answered boredly, and leaned back on the back seat with a lazy expression.

Another trick didn't work.

Her daughter-in-law's psychological defense line is so high~

Young Master Yan was .jpg aggrieved

Qin Zong ignored the young man's aggrieved expression and continued to class, "You are about to take the college entrance examination, you should stay in the classroom and study hard now!" ”

The tone is very domineering and strong.

Young Master Yan looked at Qin Zong's cold eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled, his paws touched the man's shoulder restlessly along the car seat, and leisurely recited her favorite love poem, "If I don't see you for a day, I can't see you for a day, so I miss it like crazy." I miss your voice, I miss your lips, I miss your muscles, I miss your ......"

The more the love poem was spoken, the more explicit it it became, and the young man's hand also went down his shoulder, that trend made Qin Zong really angry, holding down her hand, and retracting his strength mercilessly-"Ah, Zongzong, it hurts~" Yan Tao said with a low smile, his tone was a little coquettish, but it was more of a seductive evil spirit, "If you want to hold hands with me, just say it, as long as it is your request, I will meet it." ”

The tone is very shameless and hooligan.

Qin Zong...... Immediately let go and retreat.

Yan Tao showed a look of regret and slowly withdrew his hand, which was already a little reddened.

Xiao Qi: The master is fishing for his daughter-in-law with his life! There is a price to be paid for being a hooligan!

Yan Tao: Fuck off! You know what!

I saw the young man raise his eyes, his eyes were smiling, and the smile released in an instant was more dazzling than the stars, and he said affectionately and without regrets, "The peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost." ”

Qin Zong listened to it and sneered: "Linguistics is good. ”

Is that.

Yan Tao nodded happily, and my daughter-in-law finally praised me.

Xiao Qi: Sprinkle flowers, sprinkle flowers, sprinkle flowers!

Then I saw Qin Zong turn his hand and take out a thin stack of paper from the storage box in the car, and throw it into the arms of the smiling happy boy, "Do it, when will you get a full score, when will you be able to go out to play." ”

Yan Tao looked at it, and it was surprising that there were three test papers.

Chinese, Mathematics, Science and Theory.

She:......

My daughter-in-law has traveled thousands of miles to deliver test papers, should I cry or laugh?