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Chapter 983 The Teenager Who Could Compose Perfect Reasons on the Spot Was Defeated by a Composition

With nothing to bite, the boy propped his chin lazily, with a cat nestled in his arms, and his voice came out with a bit of laziness, "I'm thinking, writing, it's so difficult..."

The hall is brightly lit.

It shined on the boy who changed into pajamas after washing.

That head of black hair was disheveled, his eyebrows and eyes were lazy, but he still had such a delicate atmosphere, and he was handsome with evil spirits everywhere.

The corners of the lips are habitually half-curved, playful, and the curvature is clear and beautiful.

That fair skin seemed to be glowing.

With the same white cat that seems to be glowing in its arms.

One person and one cat.

Inexplicably, there is a kind of time is very short, but very beautiful.

Yang Moyan looked at it and paused.

Not inexplicable.

Rather yes.

Teenagers are beautiful.

The boy's words just now still lingered in his ears.

Yang Moyan received it, rubbed her head twice, and said lightly, "It's rare, the little boyfriend who can make up a perfect reason on the spot was defeated by a simple composition."

Lin Zhaoxia raised her brows when she heard the words, and looked over with her twinkling eyes, curving the curve of her lips, with a wicked and playful look, "Young wife is really good. The composition is a high-level literary subject, how can you use random compilation perfunctory things."

"Oh? Like this?" Yang Moyan pretended to be dazed, but soon returned to normal, carelessly pulled his lower lip, and said in a very light voice, "I don't know who it is, but it was a few days ago that you trusted me. It’s just a composition, just make up a few sentences at will and come out.”

Lin Zhaoxia paused immediately.

Yes.

She did say that.

The reason is that I didn't take the composition or something seriously.

After all, isn't it just a title that compiles relevant topics?

How could I know that at this time, when I was writing by hand, I would actually encounter difficulties.

I didn't feel anything during the exam.

At this time, it was suddenly stuck...

It was a big embarrassment, too embarrassing.

But would Lin Zhaoxia admit to such a thing?

of course……

Well, you're right, you won't admit it.

The young man was serious, hugging a cat, messy short black hair, smiling naughty and handsome, full of evil spirits, "Is there? I don't think I said that at that time, my little wife must have read it wrong, how could it be possible?" It's your most handsome, obedient and perfect little boyfriend in the world."

Yang Moyan smiled slowly.

This answer was expected.

Isn't it the style of a teenager?

"Then who said it?"

He followed the boy's words.

Lin Zhaoxia had that kind of smile again, handsome and slowly full of evil spirits, "Maybe at that time you met your most handsome, obedient and perfect little boyfriend who was sleepwalking, walking in the ocean of dreams."

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows, "I can dream of studying in my dreams, so it seems that my little boyfriend is really serious."

"That is."

The boy raised his chin slightly, revealing his slender neck.

Everything that is white and tender is shining.

That arrogant appearance, wanton evil spirit.

That's the side of Yang Moyan's favorite boy.

No matter what you encounter, you can keep the original side.

Frivolous just right.

Flamboyant and arrogant.

People can't help being attracted, and finally ups and downs.

Yang Moyan looked at the bottom of such a young man's eyes deepened a little, and then it turned into a touch of warmth and spread in every angle of the eyes.

But he wasn't talking.

Instead, he left the boy.

Lin Zhaoxia followed from the corner of her eye, and found that Young Master Yang was heading for the kitchen over there.

(End of this chapter)