Fu Boyan was afraid that Nan Cheng would catch a cold if he stayed in the snow for a long time, so he took out the words that often condoled Fu Xingchen, and said to Nan Cheng: "Have you finished your homework?" ”

Nancheng: "......"

Why did he suddenly mention his homework at this time, she still wanted to play for a while.

Nan Cheng suddenly looked like a wilted eggplant, and said weakly: "I didn't move a word." After speaking, he complained: "Why do you say that college students still have winter vacation homework, so they can't let people play happily for a month?" ”

When Fu Boyan pulled Nan Cheng back, Nan Cheng leaned his head on Fu Boyan's arm, and complained: "Three thousand words of social practice report." ”

After chattering for a while, she paid attention to Fu Boyan again, "Mr. Fu, help me write my homework." ”

Fu Boyan decisively refused, "Don't write." ”

Nan Cheng also had much hope for this, and she pretended to be frustrated, "You will lose your little cutie like this." ”

"But I remember that the little cutie said that she didn't want to be a little gray rabbit, it's not that I don't help you, it's that I can't!"

Nan Cheng pretended to be angry and snorted again, and said, "In that case, you don't want to receive the 'homework' you assigned to me on time." ”

Fu Boyan sighed, the little guy actually learned to threaten him.

He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "How is this good? ”

Later, he said: "There are still a few days left to leave school, why don't we rush the 'homework' first, and if someone gives me an answer that satisfies me, maybe I will consider whether to help someone write their homework." ”

Nan Cheng snorted again, and said nobly and coldly: "I won't pay it in advance." Without you, I would have been able to accomplish the task myself. ”

Fu Boyan raised his eyebrows, "If someone chooses to be perfunctory, I think I will go and give a small report to your head teacher." ”

Nan Cheng opened her mouth and bit Fu Boyan's arm, the down jacket Fu Boyan was wearing, she could only bite other people's clothes, "You dare." ”

Fu Boyan said, "Why don't you dare." ”

Then someone gets stuck at the top of the stairs, and people take advantage of it.

Nan Cheng thought that this kind of thing that was crazy like a dog in the early stage and became a dog in the later stage, she and Fu Xingchen could do it, and she didn't want them to have too many of their kind.

Ji and Hao Meng, the two scumbags, are not counted, but to Nancheng's surprise, Liu Changqing is also making up papers.

At the beginning of the eighth year of junior high school, the first sentence of everyone's meeting, in addition to happy New Year, is nothing more than that you have finished writing your practice report?

After writing it, Zidang happily took his little hand and recounted the two things he had done in the past month. Those who haven't finished writing continue to work hard.

Hao Meng and Guo Meili belong to the latter.

I don't know who showed off the gifts he received during the New Year, and suddenly there was a show off in the entire girls' dormitory of A University.

If someone says that during the Chinese New Year, a relative of her family gave her a name brand, another person will immediately say that he is too, but her relative gave her a limited edition.

Tomorrow night's focus is different from others, and she is more concerned about the development progress of Nan Cheng and Fu Boyan than showing off what gifts she received during the New Year.

Nan Cheng smiled and said, "You guess? ”

Tomorrow night touched his chin, "Are you still standing still?" If that's the case, Professor Fu is too weak! ”

Nan Chengxin said: "Don't worry, your Professor Fu is very powerful. I've been teased by people all this time, don't want it. ”

Without waiting for Nan Cheng to say anything, he rejected his own words tomorrow night, shook his head and said, "Impossible, that's Professor Fu." He asked Nancheng again, "How are you doing?" ”

Nan Cheng dragged his tone and said, "I'm off the list now!" ”

Tomorrow night, when he heard it, he breathed a sigh of relief as if his daughter was asking for it, and then raised his eyebrows very obscenely and said with a wicked smile: "Then kiss, hug, are you high?" ”

Nan Cheng groaned for a while, stuck out his tongue to Ming Night, and said playfully, "I won't tell you." ”

Tomorrow night, the clever ghost shook his head and sighed softly, "I don't have done anything good." ”