High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 917

After washing up in the room, the young man flipped through his phone, couldn't help but go to the study to play a few computer games, and then wandered around Yang Moyan's study.

Yang Moyan's study is huge.

There are five bookshelves in total.

Lin Zhaoxia looked through all five bookshelves.

It was found that in addition to some books about knowledge points such as historical masterpieces.

The rest are books about psychology and various criminal investigations that she doesn't understand.

Lin Zhaoxia felt that she really had enough free time.

I didn't do my homework during the holidays, so I turned to the books here when I had nothing to do.

She picked up the book casually, and sat at the desk on the other side to read it.

Psychology books are too esoteric, and most people don't like to read them.

Or rather.

Can't even turn it over.

But Lin Zhaoxia doesn't like history.

In addition to the famous books, Young Master Yang's study room is full of these, she can only choose one of them.

Flipping and fumbling, she was completely bored, and finally her fingertips stopped on a page——

There is only one sentence on it.

Life is like a masquerade party, everyone uses a mask to hide the real face behind them.

This sentence made Lin Zhaoxia's fingertips twitch.

But in fact.

Who said no.

In this world, isn't life like a play, and it all depends on acting skills?
She turned the page again.

The above is still a sentence.

That is an inscription.

——There are causes and effects, and no one is perfect in this world.

Lin Zhaoxia only thought it was interesting.

I flipped through it again, and finally closed and opened the book and started reading from the first page.

Just such a book, Lin Zhaoxia read from morning to afternoon.

At noon, the head cook brought the lunch to the study.

However, if Lin Zhaoxia is obsessed with one thing, she will not easily become half-hearted.

She didn't take a sip of that lunch until the afternoon.

Some places in the book are very esoteric.

Lin Zhaoxia speculated while watching, and sometimes he had to read a sentence back and forth several times before he could understand it a little bit.

She read most of a book.

She flipped through one after another without getting enough.

Doesn't seem to stop.

Until a hand reaches out.

Take the book from her hand.

Nothing in hand.

Lin Zhaoxia blinked and returned from the world consciousness in the book.

He raised his twinkling eyes.

I saw a beautiful and flawless face.

The water chestnut is distinct and expensive.

A pair of dark green pupils looked at him with neither depth nor shallowness.

There was still a heavy chill on the other party's body, which probably had something to do with his natural temperament that day.

The cold air floating all over his body was a bit heavy.

It was so heavy that the room was so warm that it couldn't warm up much.

It was so heavy that Lin Zhaoxia couldn't help shrinking her fingertips, and the cold air spread, so that she could feel the special coolness.

"You're back."

Yang Moyan hummed, with a very flat voice, and then raised his hand to read the book he took from the boy: Psychology of expressions?He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why did you see this?"

Lin Zhaoxia raised her hand and rubbed her neck. She had kept her head down for such a long time without other body movements, which made her feel as if her whole neck was not hers, and it was sore and uncomfortable.Hearing Yang Moyan's words, she just grinned, "Otherwise, what else can I read? In addition to the four classic classics, your bookshelf is a collection of foreign celebrities. Otherwise, it is all criminal investigation books about profiling psychology. I can find one that can It looked pretty good."

Yang Moyan smiled very lowly, and tapped the cookie's index finger on the mirror-smooth sandalwood table, "Then, it was a noon that forgot to eat lunch, and I forgot to sleep and eat and saw now?"

(End of this chapter)