After the Fu family saw the hot search, they called one after another to care about Fu Ting.

Fu Tingyi comforted his family one by one, and Fu Sixing asked intimately, "Do you want me to help you suppress the heat?" ”

Fu Ting raised his eyebrows, "No,"

Jian Ning was so deliberate to build momentum for her, and the face sent to the door was not beaten in vain.

Fu Ting went to take a bath, but there was no one at home, so when he came out, he casually wrapped a bathrobe, and his whole body was pink and tender.

When he was about to go to bed, Cen Ti sent a WeChat video to Fu Ting.

Fu Ting picked it up while entering the quilt, and Cen Tire's troubled face immediately appeared on the screen, the background was in the hotel, and the light was a little dim.

Cen Ti didn't expect Fu Ting to answer, so he reacted slowly, looking at his girlfriend's well-behaved face on the screen and chuckling, "Haven't slept yet?" ”

"It's coming." Fu Ting put his phone on the bedside table, wiped his hair with a towel, and said in a calm tone, "It's so late, why don't you sleep yet?" ”

"I've been busy today, and it's the first time I haven't spoken to you." Cen Ti's voice was a little slow, and he seemed extremely serious, "I'm a little unaccustomed." ”

Fu listened to the action for a moment, it was the first time for this man to say such ambiguous words so seriously, and he inexplicably felt that the temperature around him was hot.

She put down the towel and looked at the screen slowly, and the man was sitting alone in the dimly lit room, with his back against the sofa, showing a little deserted.

He took a cigarette between his fingertips, and his eyes were full of bright smiles, "I've been rolling in bed for a long time, and I always feel like something is missing." ”

The corners of his lips hooked, and he said in a profaned tone, "I didn't remember until I was about to fall asleep, and I didn't talk to my beautiful sister." ”

“……”

It's only three seconds.

Fu Ting's bath towel fell down a little at some point, revealing a lot of style, she saw the man on the screen looking at her tightly, she immediately tightened it tighter, and sighed, "Are you sure you think about me?" ”

Cen Ti exhaled smoke and laughed in a low voice, "Both." ”

“……”

Fu Ting's heart was tingled by his low-alcohol lingering timbre, and he didn't want to be easily blushed thousands of miles away, so he asked calmly, "Have you drunk?" ”

"Hmm." Cen Ti rubbed his temples and opened his mouth lazily, "There's a dinner." ”

"There's a girl at dinner?"

"There are a lot of them."

Fu Ting just asked casually, and when he heard that there was really something, he was inexplicably a little blocked, especially looking at the swaggering appearance of the man's reddened eyes that had drunk wine and wanted to be ravaged, and asked with a straight face, "Are they good-looking?" ”

"It's all two eyes and one nose, what's not to look at."

A lazy voice, an attitude of nonchalance, as casual as ever.

Fu listened to the hum, and asked cautiously, "Then am I like this too?" ”

"That's different...... Cen paused, carefully looked at Fu Ting's face, and raised his voice hoarsely and deeply, "The eyes of the listener have clear blue waves, Qiong's nose is small and moving, and the pink lips are soft and amiable......"

“……”

What is soft and amiable?

Fu heard a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a sober look in his eyes, casual and happy, and this brother deliberately teased her?

"It's a little hot," Fu Ting's eyes rolled and slowly unbuttoned his bathrobe, "Brother, in fact, I miss you very much and want to sleep with you......"

Cen Ti sat casually, sat upright in an instant, and stared at the budding girl on the screen for a moment, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly.

She unbuttoned the three buttons, revealing her collarbones, her white, glowing skin sunk deep into a sensual groove where he had been deeply buried...... 000 Literature

Seeing that he was going to continue, Fu Ting's movements paused, and he picked the corner of his lips at him, with a little bad, and smiled brightly, "It's a pity that you're not here, so some things should be thought about." ”

After listening to it, Fu hung up the video directly, and all the man's fantasies were all returned to their original shape.

Cen Ti, "......"

He took a deep breath and entered the bathroom behind him with a cold face.

Go back and pack you!

*

On the day of the exam.

Fu Ting stepped on the point to the lecture hall, where half of the graduate students were divided.

Fu Tingben is a celebrity, and everyone knows that this exam is noisy, and she became the focus as soon as she appeared.

Everyone in the classroom is bowing their heads and making up their notes, and the next thing they have to face is the S-class forensic F syllabus, and they are all nervous as if they are about to go to the battlefield.

Fu Ting found his seat and stood there in a daze with his chin propped up.

It's the first time I've been sitting in a classroom and feeling the atmosphere of an exam since I finished high school, and it's not bad.

Song Jin sat behind her, poked her little head and asked, "Listen, didn't you bring a notebook for making drafts?" ”

Fu Ting shrugged, "I don't use scratch paper. ”

These words not only stimulated Song Jin, but also the other researchers who were silently paying attention to her.

If you change to other courses without scratch paper, it is understandable, this is a written test of forensic science, and it is a subject that is even more terrible than high mathematics.

Who here didn't prepare a thick piece of scratch paper, Fu Ting actually took a pen.

Is this really awesome, or is it self-defeating?

However, thinking that Fu Ting has not studied forensic science at all, it is more likely that he will give up on himself.

Soon, the news that Fu Ting didn't take the scratch paper spread to several other examination rooms.

The originally tense exam atmosphere became relaxed because of Fu Ting.

Even geniuses give up on themselves, and they don't have to worry about being embarrassed if they don't do well in the exam.

Seeing Fu Ting's rough appearance, Song Jin asked desperately, "You won't have read the information we gave you, right?" ”

Fu Ting yawned, buried his face in his arm, and said sullenly, "I'll take a break, the exam will start poking me!" ”

Song Jin, "......"

My little ancestor, can you have a sense of crisis!

When Jian Ning came in with the three sisters she had just met, she saw Fu Ting lying on the table and falling asleep, not at all flustered as he imagined.

The sister next to her said, "Expert Jian, you see Fu Ting, I'm afraid that I know that I want to fail the test, so I simply don't make a good name, so as to get a good reputation for not messing up." ”

Another sister analyzed, "She doesn't even use scratch paper, she's really a werewolf, but I've heard that she can't forget it, maybe she really has the ability to do well, otherwise she wouldn't be so easy." ”

Jian Ning had no expression on his face, and he was inevitably a little vigilant in his heart.

The third sister hurriedly said, "How is it possible that Fu Ting can do well in the exam?" Fu has never heard a forensic science class, and no matter how much he forgets it, he only memorizes the basic knowledge, forensic science needs practical operation, not to mention the written test, and the last autopsy report, which requires real anatomical experience, do you see Fu Ting's lazy posture, like a success? It's not as good as half of Expert Jane. ”

The expression on Jian Ning's face finally cleared.

She threw the scratch paper in her hand into the trash, and the sisters asked, "You don't need scratch paper either?" ”

Jian Ning smiled slightly, "This kind of quiz doesn't need scratch paper." ”