In the middle of the traffic, a black car moved at a constant speed, and the familiar street scene outside the window kept receding.

Shen Xihuan originally wanted to live in the school tonight, and there was a meeting in the department early tomorrow morning, for the sports meeting before the National Day.

However, Wen Yan obviously didn't intend to "refer to" her own wishes, and after pulling him into the car, she asked the driver to drive home with a straight face.

Along the way, she peeked at him countless times, intending to wait for him to look a little pale, and then talk to him, but ......

Well, blackface, he's serious, and there isn't a second of signs of clearing.

Back at the Shen family, Wen Yan didn't wait for Shen Sihuan to help, so she walked towards the house on crutches, and she silently followed behind her buttocks. Walking to the elevator entrance, Wen Yan suddenly turned around, she was startled, and hurriedly took half a step back.

His dark eyes were surging, and he stared straight at her, staring at her almost trembling.

Why? What did she do wrong again?

He looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, his lips pursed for a long time, and he asked, "You, why do you help the king and not me?" ”

"Huh?" She reacted for a long time, suddenly realized, and said, "Oh, you said you were outside the physiotherapy room?" Isn't he badly wounded? I'm afraid if he didn't stand firmly, and it hurt again......"

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, and his left leg silently stretched forward a little, the meaning was obvious: I am also injured, and I am also quite painful.

One of the people eating melons behind her, a cleaning aunt laughed out loud, but she immediately held back again.

Shen Sihuan looked back, and three or four people looked at the wall one after another, and those who looked at the ceiling looked at the ceiling, all of them expressed their exaggerated acting skills:

You go on, we don't see anything, we don't hear anything.

The elevator door opened "ding", Shen Xihuan subconsciously helped Wen Yan's arm, Wen Vinegar Tan's thin lips were pursed, his face finally changed for the better, and he arrogantly moved into the elevator with her.

Well, it's good to know that you're wrong~

Inside the elevator.

He glanced at the candy bottle that she was holding in her hand at the moment, and said lightly, "Do you still hold it?" ”

Her mind spun around again before picking up the words thrown by Wen Yan, "Oh, you said this." No, didn't you hug it? ”

"Hmm." Finally, Wen Yan, who was satisfied, the dark clouds dispersed from his face, and the corners of his mouth raised a subtle arc.

That night, he flipped out the assist book in the study, and for the first time let out such an exclamation:

The author's steps are written in anticipation.

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Attack on Crush Chapter 1, Step 3:

Proper introduction and use of competitors can make the other party nervous, and thus further confirm the mutual feelings.

In order to taste the sweetness of the Attack End, we often have to sprinkle some sour balsamic vinegar on the road first. Sweet and sour is the taste of love.

Here, if the unreliable and blind author of a few love guidance books was on the scene, he couldn't help but jump to his feet, pointed at someone's temple and scolded:

Big brother, it's to make the other party jealous, it's not you who are there to eat a few handfuls of flying vinegar! Sweet and sour, it's just you! Excuse me, what's the use?!

The friends who were far away in Room 517 of the Baisen Girls' Dormitory gathered in front of Tong Zuer's laptop, looking intently at a hot post on the school forum.

In fact, the post appeared a few days ago, Ye Xing saw it first, and at that time she thought it was just a student's YY, similar to the serialization of the boss's novel.

Unexpectedly, after a few days, the landlord posted a number of photos, and the post directly rushed to the top of the heat.

Title: The Goddess Descends into the World? - How do the male gods love her???