High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1067 On the Youth's Concept of Snow

Probably finished all the busy work a year ago.

Recently, Yang Moyan is very leisurely.

There are no endless files.

The assistant didn't have any major issues and called again.

It can be said that it is a leisurely group that can rest at home.

When Lin Zhaoxia opened the door and entered, a certain young master was reading a book on criminal investigation.

To be honest, Lin Zhaoxia studied it during that time.

But I didn't understand it, so I transferred the psychology book.

That she is better.

But now she is no longer interested, and she hasn't watched it for a long time.

When she walked into the study, she had a very firm purpose.

Walking to Yang Moyan's seat next to her, she sat down and reached for the pen.

Then turn on the phone.

Get on the forum.

Click on the icon for posting life again.

I was just about to take a picture and upload it.

But in the next second, someone reached out and clasped the mobile phone on the table.

This made Lin Zhaoxia's fingertips pause, before she raised her eyes, "What?"

"What are you doing?" Yang Moyan looked at her casually.

Lin Zhaoxia smiled wickedly, "Can't you tell? Of course I'm looking for foreign aid to write an essay."

The rivers and lakes are in an emergency.

Yang Moyan looked at the boy lazily, "Requirements for composition?"

"En...request? Let me think about it," Lin Zhaoxia was thinking, please forgive her, I really forgot about it after more than half a month, and finally pulled it out from a small corner. He cleared his throat, "One composition in English with no special requirements. Two general compositions about seasons, one spring and one winter."

"Your English level is no pressure for the first composition," Yang Moyan said to the boy in a very light voice, "The composition of the season is also easy to write. It is winter now. Have you seen the snow outside? You What can you think of?"

The first one was said by Yang Moyan, and it seemed that there was really no difficulty.

After all, there is no subject matter and no special requirements. Lin Zhaoxia can play freely.

It was Yang Moyan's last question.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the snow that hadn't completely melted outside.

Then think about it carefully.

But the left eyebrow was raised, the right eyebrow was twitching, and he said solemnly, "Well... I thought of it, it's very cold, and I need to wear more clothes to go out. And..."

As soon as the boy said this, Yang Moyan couldn't help but twitch his forehead.

Unexpectedly, the boy's words were not finished: "There is more?"

Lin Zhaoxia looked at Yang Moyan, and finally raised her lips full of evil and playfulness, "Well, and, the outside is completely white."

"..."

It seems that the thing called reason will always be easily broken and collapsed when it meets a teenager.

Yang Moyan felt that the thing on his forehead had collapsed.

He raised his hand and knocked on the boy's head unceremoniously, with a mocking tone, "What's in your head? I really want to knock it open and clean it all."

"Hey, how can you have such an idea?" Lin Zhaoxia glanced at him when she heard the words, rubbed her arms deliberately, expressing that she had a problem with Young Master Yang's idea, "Your little boyfriend is obviously so cute, You actually have the idea of ​​knocking on her smart brain, don't you want to be so bloody? Are you a heavy taste of hidden sex?!"

Of course, after this word goes out.

His forehead was hit hard again.

That strength.

But it was heavier than the knock just now.

This is the consequence of getting fat.

Lin Zhaoxia curled her lips and touched her forehead.

Tsk, it still hurts.

(End of this chapter)