Xie Chao held back a smile, "Boss, in fact, you are very beautiful and ...... like this Lovely,"

Jiang Lianyan raised his head, "Get out,"

……

Zhou Moruo walked for half a class, and her heart became more and more anxious, she grabbed her hair, took out a piece of paper to practice calligraphy, and prepared to calm her heart,

Tang Qiao leaned over and took a look, "It's like a horse taking off the leash, regret and sleeplessness,"

She scratched her head, "Brother Jin, what is this?" ”

Zhou Moruo's knuckles were slightly bent and white, "Poetry,"

Tang Qiao, "...... Of course I know it's poetry," she glanced at Zhou Moruo's expressionless face, and silently chose to shut up,

There was a faint sound of footsteps behind him, Zhou Moruo wrote seriously, without noticing it at all, Tang Qiao turned his head and widened his eyes, "Jiang ......"

Jiang Lianyan glanced at her lightly, and she silently shut up again,

Jiang Lianyan stood still behind Zhou Moruo, and looked at the words she wrote, "Just like a horse taking off the leash, regret and sleepless nights, what did you do?" ”

Zhou Moruo's hand shook, and the carbon pen fell on the table with a "snap", she settled down and turned her head, "You...... Can you not be like a ghost? ”

Jiang Lianyan straightened up, "As the saying goes, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, it seems that you really did bad things,"

Zhou Moruo shook his trembling hand, and was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the bow on his arm and frowned, "What's wrong with your arm?" ”

"It's okay, I accidentally fell down the stairs," Jiang Lianyan reached out and pulled half of his sleeve down, trying to cover the bow,

Zhou Moruo raised her eyebrows, "It turns out that the elder will be so girly,"

Jiang Lianyan looked around, catching a glimpse of Tang Qiao's smiling face, he lowered his head and coughed, "Lend me your coat,"

Zhou Moruo, "What are you doing?" ”

Jiang Lianyan coughed again, "I'm a little cold,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at him meaningfully, and didn't debunk him, but just commented, "The president is really empty." ”

She reached out to untie the clothes tied around her waist, and suddenly thought of her love letter again, tilted her head uncomfortably, reached out and handed it to him, "Give it to me after wearing it,"

Jiang Yanyan took the coat, and suddenly thought of something, he reached out and put on his clothes, "Zhou Moruo, can you write a few words for me?"

Zhou Moruo looked puzzled, "What to write?" ”

Jiang Lianyan said, "I like you,"

Jiang Lian said, "Write bigger,"

Tang Qiao turned his head violently, "What?" ”

She turned her head sideways to look at Zhou Moruo, and sure enough, she saw that her brother Jin had stiffened into a sculpture,

Zhou Moruo swallowed his saliva, "Why, do you want to write this?" ”

Jiang Lianyan thought for a while, "Because I want to see it,"

This reason is very nonsensical, Zhou Moruo can raise her chin and scold him with "sick," but her tongue has frozen, and she can't say a word.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and just when Jiang Yanyan was about to say something, Zhou Moruo's mobile phone suddenly rang,

She stood up with her mobile phone, "I'll answer the phone," and ran out.

Tang Qiao carefully put the phone on the table, picked up the English book and buried her face in it, praying in her heart that the bully would leave quickly.

Jiang Yanyan pulled out Zhou Moruo's chair and sat down, he picked up the pen, wrote a few strokes on the paper, flipped through her notebook, then flipped through her book, and finally turned out a test paper,

The test paper is full of neat solution steps with a black pen, and even various marks have been made on the questions.

Jiang Lianyan raised his eyebrows, flipped through Zhou Moruo's pencil case, took out a pen, and began to read the scroll.

Tang Qiao waited for a long time, and saw that this person had no intention of leaving, she raised her eyes from the book, glanced at Jiang Lianyan, and saw that he was sketching something with a pen, and his face was indifferent.

She wailed in her heart, and buried her head in the textbook again in frustration,