After Bian Jichen moved back, in addition to going to his house to eat, Jiang Chacha would also go to his house to sit when he had nothing to do.

Aside from his good impression of him because he is the male protagonist of the heart, Jiang Chacha actually feels a little sorry for him......

I felt that he was too lonely.

He always seemed to be alone.

When he was in England, he was trapped in that old western-style building, and in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he used books to dispel his loneliness.

When he was in that gorgeous villa, even though there were many servants who took care of him, it didn't look like a home at all.

After moving here, he was even more alone.

Whenever Jiang Cha Cha finished eating at his place at night and turned back when he left, he could always see the long lonely shadow on the floor when he was in the living room.

Therefore, whenever she had time, she would come to him and sit down and talk to him from time to time.

However, when she was going to work part-time, she had to find a way to guard against him.

And on this day, she went to Wen's house again to tutor Wen Huaizhi in English after many days.

When she entered, she hesitated. Because... She still had a shadow over the study.

Last time, Wen Huaizhi forcibly kissed her in that study.

Looking back now, she still felt a little pain in her lips.

He was like a dog, Jiang Chacha squinted, rubbed his lips, and scolded him thousands of times in his heart.

But in the end, she pushed the door open.

A young man with gold-rimmed glasses was sitting in front of the window, holding a book in his hand, and when he heard the voice, he looked over with a smile, "Teacher, you're here." ”

Jiang Chacha let out an absent-hearted "um".

After sitting in front of him, she didn't say anything about the rest of the words, and came up to lecture and tutor.

Even if she forced herself to forget about it in her heart, she couldn't understand why he could pretend to be indifferent in front of her???

There was a faint smile on his lips, the eyes under the narrow-rimmed glasses were gentle and affectionate, and the cold luster of the metal frame was just right to add a touch of alienation and abstinence to him.

How suave.

Jiang Chacha looked at him and almost broke a pen in his hand.

He can play stupid about her disguised as Qingnan Xueba, and let her continue to make up lessons in front of him.

At the same time, he was also able to pretend to be stupid about the last time he pressed her against the door and forcibly kissed her in this study, and only she knew how evil he was under his ascetic appearance.

However, although he still smelled it.

Jiang Chacha felt that he was a little different from before, and in front of her, he seemed to be much more well-behaved.

When she was distracted, she looked up and found that he was looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

What does it feel like? It can only be described as a thriller.

She decisively gave an evaluation.

That is, he's been really pumping up lately.

Jiang Chacha rolled her eyes, and left work after speaking, not wanting to waste an extra minute or second with him.

Wen Huai didn't stop her, but he looked at her gaze behind him, gentle and sticky, she rubbed the goosebumps on her hands, and couldn't help but speed up her pace when she was stimulated.

When she got home, she resolutely decided to sell the gemstone necklace he gave her last time!!

He didn't know anyway.

She still feels good about selling what he sent.

So Jiang Chacha happily hung it on the second-hand trading platform.

Even though it's almost October, the last residual heat of summer is still breathlessly hot.

The next day, Jiang Chacha entered the student union office building under the big sun, and before she even had time to drink her saliva, she had to deal with a lot of matters, and it was over after an hour, so tired that she lay on the table.

The sound of cicadas in the trees outside the window was still very loud, and the shadows of the leaves fell on her face.

In this sound of cicadas, Jiang Chacha's consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he couldn't resist the heavier and heavier eyelids and closed his eyes.

In her confused consciousness, she heard the door being pushed open, and someone walked up to her.

She didn't care, just when she wanted to go back to sleep.

A hand stretched out in the air, and with one hand it imprisoned her thin waist in her arms, and there was a slight smile in her eyes under narrow-rimmed glasses.

"Is it because the teacher was too tired to teach me English last night?"