High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 914

There are actually a lot of good programs like this.

But it's a pity that Lin Zhaoxia is really not interested in those Mary Su's drama romance movies.

After flipping through it, I finally locked it on the children's channel and watched cartoons.

Yang Moyan was unsuccessful in chasing him, seeing the young man stuck here like this.

Had to sit down with him.

Then he watched the boy flip through the entire TV program and finally locked on the cartoon on the children's channel.

He raised his thin lips slightly, "Cartoon?"

Lin Zhaoxia watched it with gusto and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Even after Yang Moyan's voice fell, he didn't even lift his eyelids, hugging the pillow in his arms, and nestled lazily, "What's wrong with the cartoon? It's so good."

"Little boyfriend seems to have forgotten his age, you are seventeen years old now."

When I was very young, other children watched cartoons.

Yang Moyan was someone who had already begun to read poetry and books.

For him, cartoons are a delay of time.

It is a living example: an outstanding child from other people's family.

Yang Moyan had to remind a certain boy.

But Lin Zhaoxia didn't care, she even shrugged her shoulders disapprovingly, raised the corners of her lips, and didn't move her eyes, "Forget it has anything to do with cartoons. Who hasn't had an era of innocence? This is called childhood memories, you don't have a childhood life My little wife, learn a little bit."

Yang Moyan's eyes were twitching.

The boy started to get skinny again.

I really owe a lesson more and more.

"It's 10:30," Yang Moyan tapped on the coffee table, signaling Lin Zhaoxia to pay attention to the time, "If you're not sleepy now, then go upstairs and do some math problems to finish your holiday homework."

But young master Yang didn't finish his words.

was interrupted by the boy.

Lin Zhaoxia's eyelids were twitching, and finally she was willing to look down, and pouted, "Hey, if you have something to say, talk about it, and do homework and math problems during the holidays. Can we still be best friends?"

"Friend?" Yang Moyan bit these two words very carefully, "I'm afraid my little boyfriend has forgotten what you promised me before."

Lin Zhaoxia choked.

Obviously also remembered.

At the beginning, the solemn and stirring mountains and rivers agreed smoothly.

But now that he is at ease, he inexplicably begins to regret it.

She decided to pretend to be stupid, "Huh? What did I promise? You probably misremembered. Did I promise you anything?"

Yang Moyan smiled immediately, "Don't remember? It's okay. Do a few questions, and write two more books for the holiday homework to recall."

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

She was defeated.

Really, no ghosts or ghosts can beat Young Master Yang's one sentence of holiday homework and write two extra books.

Lin Zhaoxia pressed the remote control.

The cartoon that was still broadcasting in front of him immediately went out.

Lin Zhaoxia flung the remote control on the coffee table, stretched her arms, but didn't stand up.

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows, "Still going upstairs?"

The boy grinned his lips with an innocent face, "The legs are numb."

Yang Moyan: "..."

He had no choice but to stand up and stretch out his hand to hug the boy horizontally.

However, his hands hadn't touched the boy's clothes yet.

The young man fell back on the sofa directly, playing a rogue, "Don't touch me, my whole body feels numb right now. If you touch me, I'm going to touch porcelain!"

The young rascal made the corners of Yang Moyan's lips twitch.

But there is nothing to do with such a young man.

(End of this chapter)