Ye Qingjing muttered in her mouth, but the smile on her face deepened, and her gaze at Nancy softened.

on the stairs.

A long figure appeared there.

Hearing his mother's words downstairs, he woke up and was still a little weak, and said, ".........."

"Young Master......." The housekeeper was the first to spot the person standing on the stairs.

Yang Nancy and Ye Qingjing's eyes fell at the same time.

As soon as they saw that figure, their eyes were staggered with different starlight.

Especially Yang Nancy.

Looking at his still pale face, I subconsciously wanted to say something.

But when Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Bo Mu Ye Qingjing also sitting in the living room, she hesitantly pursed her lips twice.

Thin Shimmer lifted his leg down.

The pace is casual, and the posture is still noble and elegant.

"Son, your face is not very good." Ye Qingjing looked at the approaching people and couldn't help but say, "Are you sick?" ”

Bo's mother can ask this, which proves that the housekeeper did not tell her about Bo Shimmer's recurrence of old illness last night.

Yang Nancy's gaze instantly met the thin glimmer of light.

She shook her head lightly and said with her lips, "I didn't say anything. 】

Only then did the thin glimmer sit down.

His eyes were faint, and he replied to Bo Mu's two words casually: "No." ”

Bo Mu Ye Qingjing was a little uneasy, "Really not?" But your face is really bad....... Did you stay up late last night? ”

Speaking of last night—

Ye Qingjing's gaze lingered on her indifferent and detached son, and lingered on Miss Yang.

Finally, I couldn't help but glance at my son, who had a somewhat bad face.

"I don't know ....... moderation point"

Yang Nancy was stunned: "What does ".........." mean?

Shimmer: ".........."

He rubbed his temples unnaturally, his face stiffened slightly, and his mother froze, "You think too much........

Ye Qingjing glanced at him and Miss Yang.

Both are not in good shape.

I have strengthened what I believe in my heart.

Shimmer couldn't ignore his mother's meaningful eyes.

"You go upstairs and

Yang Nancy, who lived in school, became a 'mud that can't be helped' and a 'poor student with a head and no brain' in the eyes of teachers of various subjects!

"Nancy Yang, the teacher asked you to go to the office again." The study committee member tapped on her desk to remind her.

Yang Nancy lay on the table and opened the gap between his eyes, and looked at the study committee with a question mark, "I didn't arrive late or leave early today, and the teacher called me to visit the office?" ”

"You're beautiful!" The study committee member sneered at her and sarcastically mocked her: "How many times have you been late and left early recently, and you don't have any points?" What about visiting the office....... You have been caught by the student council a few times, and the student council has already given you a record and reported it to the teacher! ”

So, this is a feast?

Yang Nancy opened his eyes, lazy and lazy and didn't care, "The students will be so idle, every day"

The thin, shimmering temples began to hurt.

Little by little, the pain worsened.

The sequelae left after a serious illness seven years ago began to recur.

"Get out." He said coldly to Yang Nancy.

Looking up, Nancy met his cold pupils.

She was silent for a moment.

Nodding slightly, "....... Then you rest early. ”

She didn't notice anything unusual about him.

Qingli's figure walked towards the door.

Little by little, the figure shrank in his pupils.

The thin glimmer of stinging in her temples subconsciously reached out to grab her figure.

But when a wave of pain swept over and surged, his fingertips trembled. In pain, he gradually retracted his outstretched hand.