Hearing that she was going to take a long vacation again, Wen Zhong hesitated for a moment, but still signed a leave slip for her.

Song Li walked out of the school gate with a leave slip and saw Cayenne parked on the side of the road.

The man leaning on the body was wearing a black silk shirt with a calf-reaching black gown.

Handsome, the wind jade tree, like coming out of the comics.

Take a closer look, with a sense of slaughter than usual.

It seems that I haven't seen him in two days, and I haven't heard from him.

Song Li raised his eyebrows slightly and walked over.

Glancing at the leave slip held by her white fingertips, Fu Shiyi's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his smile was obvious: "I still ask for leave now, are you sure to win?" ”

Song Li looked up at him, his eyes were dark and bright, as if they could penetrate people's hearts, and they were meaningful.

Autumn evenings are dusk and yellow, and the red glow of fish scales spreads half of the sky, beautiful and dreamy, accompanied by a sparkling breeze.

Fu Shiyi took two steps forward, wrapped in a faint white sandalwood, his eyes were refracted with a fine soft light, and his voice was deep: "As your parent, it is necessary to understand your situation as soon as possible." ”

After the parent-teacher meeting, he and Wen Zhong added their contact information, and Wen Zhong also pulled him into the parent group.

Yesterday's bet with Hu Lanzhi, Wen Zhong told him in a private chat.

It's just that others are in the capital and have important things to do, so they rushed back today.

Ten minutes ago, Wen Zhong told him again that Song Li had taken four days off.

It was he who said that he would give Song Li a make-up lesson, and Wen Zhong signed it so simply.

Fu Shiyi opened the car door and asked her in a low voice, "Where are you going?" ”

Song Li stuffed the leave slip into his pants pocket, got into the car without hurry, found a comfortable position to sit down, and then spoke: "Go back to the imperial court first." ”

It's still the seventh day of the first month of driving.

Although it looked no different, and the white sandalwood still wafted in the car, Song Li still smelled the almost unsmellable smell of blood.

The bottom of his eyes moved slightly, Song Li didn't say much, and lowered his eyebrows and replied to the mobile phone message.

With the privacy film pasted, Fu Shiyi's angle could only see a piece of black.

He leaned back: "Do you need my help with the bet?" ”

Song Li looked up at him.

Fu Shiyi was serious: "I'm a good biologist. ”

Phew!

The wheels suddenly slipped, but the seventh day of the first month stabilized in time to not hit the green belt.

Fu Shiyi kicked the back of the driver's seat: "If you don't know how to drive, you will be replaced." ”

The 7th day of the first month: "......"

He thought that he had experienced enough, and he would not be surprised even if he did something to Miss Song in the future.

But he still underestimated the bottom line of the master.

Song Li leaned on the side, looking at the man's beautiful side face with clear lines, bent one leg, supported his arm on his cheek, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he was evil and ruffian: "Fu Shao is so condescending, shouldn't he really like me?" ”

The car slid again.

The neon outside the window was lined up one after another, reflecting Fu Shiyi's eyes and shattering into pieces.

Obviously extinguished, he turned his head, his pupils were as black as ink, and his thin lips were slightly hooked: "What if it is?" ”

Without waiting for Song Li to answer, he sighed as if regretful: "It's a pity that Mrs. Zhong said that you are still underage and can't fall in love yet." ”

Song Li: "......"

Fu Shiyi continued: "But it's okay, I'll wait for you to become an adult." ”

Whoop –

The wheels rattled again, spun in place, and this time it really hit the green belt.

The two of them shook their bodies in the back, Fu Shiyi subconsciously reached out to support Song Li, so he didn't knock on the back of the chair, and stared at Chu Qi from the rearview mirror in the car, sharp as a sharp blade.

Chu Qi shuddered: "... I was wrong. ”

Who would have thought that their grandfather would be able to say such things that do not conform to their identity, and to them, they are shocking.

Stabilizing his body, Song Li glanced at Fu Shiyi lightly, and laughed: "This line doesn't fit your prince's personality." ”

Fu Shiyi's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he didn't say anything more.

Song Li leaned back in the chair, curled up one leg, typed under his hand, and said in a clear voice: "I will go to the capital tomorrow, and I will help you change the car when I have time." ”