Of course, the mobile phones were confiscated by his order.

No one dares to touch their phone while working, except for ...... He is the president of Jin Da.

Jin Hanmo couldn't help it.

"Buzz!" The mobile phone rang, and Ah Chan, who was listening carefully, blinked.

Glancing at the teacher.

I saw the teacher looking down and flipping through the book.

She also happened to glance at her phone.

The message came from the "little girl": "What are you doing?" ”

… Not?

Secretly replied to the message under the desk: "It's in class." ”

"What class?"

Ah Chan tilted his little head, the little obedient has her class schedule, he forgot?

Ah Chan glanced at the teacher again and replied: "A brief history of art." ”

Jin Hanmo recalled a little in his mind, the teacher of a brief history of art.

Male teacher.

It seems to be a little handsome.

A certain president frowned: "Did you miss me?" ”

… Not? Ah Chan's little face wrinkled.

Staring at the already stringed messages on her phone, it felt as if the teacher had glanced at her.

The thin fingers quickly replied: "It's in class." ”

"I miss you in a meeting, you don't miss me in class?"

Ah Chan ...... Blinked dumbfoundedly.

Silently looked at the system where the two sent messages, and "tsk".

Why didn't I find out before, Xianjun is really a scoundrel!

"Ah Chan?"

The sound of gently knocking on the table sounded in front of Ah Chan.

Ah Chan raised his head suddenly, and the teacher found out?

"Concentrate in class, okay?" Teacher Chu, who has a brief history of art, has a gentle voice.

Very patient with this cute and cute little girl.

"Hmm!" Ah Chan nodded vigorously.

But the mobile phone in the belly of the table is still "buzzing".

Chu Yanyang smiled: "Is it that you don't understand, so you are distracted?" ”

Ah Chan's eyes widened and he shook his head.

Nerds always have some talent for art, and a brief history of art sounds like storytelling, but she thinks it's easy to understand. Three-two

"Shall we proceed then?" Chu Yanyang smiled gently.

"Okay~" Ah Chan nodded softly in his voice.

At that time, ten minutes had passed since Jin Hanmo's message, and he had not received a reply.

Look at what Jin Ye sent.

"Did you miss me?"

"Did you think about it?"

"Huh?"

Don't go back?

Oh, the teacher of a brief history of art is too handsome, isn't he?

--

When Ah Chan finished class, Jin Hanmo appeared at the door of the classroom.

The man's suit is straight, noble and cold, and his natural hanger exudes the calmness and sexiness of a mature man.

That face is even more indaring.

One look at it will haunt you.

Ah Chan's eyes lit up slightly, and he swallowed his saliva and ran towards him: "Little girl." ”

Jin Hanmo reached out to catch her.

Naturally, he took her into his arms.

The eyes glanced indifferently at the young and handsome male teacher behind her.

With a sweep, a certain president pressed his little wife against the wall.

"Didn't miss me, huh?"

Ah Chan looked at him in a daze.

Not sure why he suddenly kept asking this question.

The nerd replied seriously: "I was in class, and the teacher said not to be distracted...... Not! ”

Ah Chan's little hand grabbed the wall.

…

His waist was tightly clamped by him, and he lowered his head and kissed deeply: "Punish you." ”

Ah Chan's eyes were foggy, and his soft voice was slightly urgent: "I thought about it, I thought about it!" ”

"Well, then reward you."

Poor Ah Chan, where can I get this scoundrel man.

At the door, Chu Yanyang lowered his eyes slightly.

--

For several days in a row, every time Ah Chan went to a brief history of art class, he was "forced" not to concentrate.

The phone "buzzed".

Chu Yanyang's brows became deeper and deeper, and he had to come to Jin Hanmo.