One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

Nalan Xin'er made up her mind in her heart: She will do it, the noble calm.

But in fact, facing the noisy birdman like Lan Zhirou, "calm down" is really not easy!

"Sister Xin'er, I heard that Professor Dongfang is a super male god. I wonder if the physics extracurricular activity group you participated in was organized by him?"

"Sister Xin'er, I heard that many female students want to pursue Professor Dongfang. Have you talked to him?"

"Sister Xin'er, when will Professor Dongfang come to the next class this week? Do you want to prepare for his class..."

A series of inquiries, Lan Zhirou did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, revealing her interest in the man Dongfang Yunhe.

Thinking that Lan Zhirou was also thinking of Uncle Dongfang, Nalan Xiner couldn't help but raise an unknown fire.

She wanted to endure it, but she couldn't help it.

It's so calm to go, sister is very "eggs hurt" now!

She retracted her gaze from the window, her sharp beautiful eyes blinked: "Dongfang Yunhe..."

When Lan Zhirou heard that Nalan Xin'er was about to respond to her question, she looked back attentively, hoping to dig up some gossip.

Unexpectedly, Nalan Xin'er curled her lips, with a lazy contempt and mockery: "Dongfang Yunhe, isn't it just a man with three legs, one head and one mouth, what's so special? Ugly! Ugly! It's so ugly! Sister patronizes sleeping in class, how can you have the time to look at him? Only those with incomplete aesthetics can chase after a silly fan all day long, right?"

"Uh..." Lan Zhirou shrank again.

She wondered, "No, Huangfushan and Chu Jingjing were on the phone, but that's not what they said. According to them, the male **** professor is handsome! too handsome! So handsome!

Why Nalan Xiner...

Yes, this straw bag, always dozing off in class, distracted, watching mobile phones, and constantly making small movements. I must have not listened to the class well, otherwise I will not be fined for homework. Besides, what kind of physics interest group is supposed to be for people with poor grades in physics, right?

Thinking about this, Lan Zhirou looked down on Nalan Xin'er more and more in her heart: How can such a straw bag be worthy of being Miss Nalan?

Maybe you don’t have to wait for the coming-of-age ceremony to ruin the straw bag...

She thought secretly.

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The whole morning was a dull language class, analyzing ancient Chinese, training reading comprehension, explaining composition templates, and turning the magnificent empire text feast into a painful and boring torture.

Not to mention that Nalan Xin'er had a headache, even Chen Xueshu, who had a serious side, was a tortured look.

Fortunately, at noon, there were two teaser girlfriends eating together, and Nalan Xiner felt that she was finally a little bit angry.

"Hey, Xin Meiren, you are too interesting. Yesterday, you left with the male **** like that! I didn't know where you two were when I blinked! And ah, when did you arrive with the male god? It’s not too early to say the point of holding a small hand? If I said it earlier, I will not worship the Oriental male god, and I will worship our Huangfu principal instead!" He Xiaowu said with puffed eyes.

Nalan Xin'er shook her goose bumps and said, "Yes, you continue to worship you, don't think too much, I just asked him to make up lessons."

He Xiaowu's eyes widened: "Fuck, make up a lesson alone? There's a traitor~ love!"

He lowered his voice, and squeezed his eyes ambiguously: "Hurry up and actually call it - how did you feel holding hands with the male **** yesterday? Cool? Isn't it live?"

——【Three Legs Little Theater No.17】——

Uncle Dongfang: Miss, in your lines today, is a bit impure? !

Miss Xin'er: Are you there?

Uncle Dongfang (dangerous squinting): You said three legs...

Miss Xiner (didn't admit it): Ahem, that, you can criticize me for not learning math well, you can't say that I am not pure!

Uncle Dongfang (leaps up): It doesn't matter, I can teach math part-time, and I will soon let you count how many legs you have...