The Last Slag

The scholar heard the words and turned to look at him. His vision was not to avoid the conscious consciousness that other parents were not abducting children.

He knocked on the folding fan in his hand. It seems a bit regrettable. "That's a small life, I am afraid it is a pity." It is a pity."

"It doesn't matter, even if you don't look good, you can find your own true love." Tang Yan comforted.

Her comfort did not play any substantive role at all, so that the scholars who had a light smile from beginning to end had a stiff smile, but obviously his resistance to stress was higher than many modern people. Less, in a blink of an eye, she left behind her previous words. "I don't know if Xiaosheng is fortunate enough to know the girl's name?"

"Before asking someone else's name, it is not the most basic courtesy to report your name first." The cold voice rang from behind the scholar, and the white cockroach confirmed that Tang Yan had no serious problems before he fell to his eyes. On the human body.

White 灏 just standing there gives people an invisible sense of oppression, which is a powerful force, but Tang Yan feels that there is still a part of the crushing of the value.

But the book seems to be unaffected, and shakes his head without panic. "It seems that today is not a day for conversation. Since the girl's brother came, then Xiaosheng will leave."

Brother?

Don Juan listened to him and said that he immediately put his gaze on the face of Bai Yu. From his face, Don’t see any emotional fluctuations, but from the perspective of outsiders, they are quite like brothers and sisters. Let's go.

When the scholar finished speaking, he was ready to leave. When he walked past Bailu, he stepped forward and said: "Don't leave the girl's family outside, but it is very dangerous. The girl looks so beautiful. It is difficult to prevent some of the heart from being saved. It’s not good to miss someone when you lose someone."

It sounds like a good-hearted person who is worried about her passing safely.

He did not reveal his name until he left.

However, Don Juan is not curious. She has already known his name in the system sensation prompt that popped up.

Hey, there is such a system that prompts the name at any time. In ancient times, everyone who likes to be easy can really have no privacy protection.

Bai Hao was silent and did not speak. He looked at Tang Yan for a long time.

If Bai Yu is a modern person, he probably knows that what he wants to say to Tang Yan most now is ‘Don’t talk to strangers casually’.

Tang Zhen can feel a keen sense that Bai Hao’s mood didn’t seem too good at this time. She carefully pulled her hand, but she was very careful to hold her hand in the palm of her hand. I don’t know if it’s outside. It was cold, at this time her hand was even cooler than his, and he was constrained by the subconscious.

"Are you angry?" She looked up at him and shook his hand with a childish look.

"Why should I be angry?" he asked.

His look is as calm as usual, and he does not see any signs of being angry.

"Don't talk casually with people who don't know the details."

"Okay~! I will only talk to you in the future~"

...he doesn't mean it.

Seeing her smile that turned bright in a moment, he couldn’t say the words against her as casually as she used to, remembering what she had said before with the scholar, he had some headaches.

There are indeed many people who like to pay attention to the glamorous appearance of the appearance, but those people do not know that there are many people in this world who are good at changing their appearances, but a pair of skins has a subjective impression, which is really the most ridiculous thing.

He already knew that Tang Yin had been saying that he liked him. It was because of his face. If he came to the Tang family, he was a rough coward, and she probably wouldn’t look at it.

What she knew long ago was said so straightforwardly by her. Instead, he had some dissatisfaction that he couldn’t say.

He still has her hand in her hand. In a few years, she will arrive in the age of sorrow. At that time, the Tang family will naturally prepare a marriage for her, and he will not stand in that position. Here, I got along with her in such an intimate way.

“Do you like to look good?” Bai Hao suddenly asked.

Holding the few words that had already been bought in his arms, Tang Yan took the opportunity to take him away while he looked up and said, "Yes."

She didn't even have a cover for her mind.

At first, Don Juan didn't want to seriously continue this topic. Until then, the good feelings of brushing 50 points began to fluctuate, and there seems to be a downward trend. This only pays attention to his seemingly irritable problems.

"White is the best person I have ever seen, so I like it best." When she said this, the original ups and downs suddenly fell sharply, but she didn't care too much. After all, He still doesn't open her hand. "Are you angry?"

This time he did not answer.

“Why are you angry? Is it because I said that I liked you because of your appearance?” He took care of her speed when he walked, so Tang Yan walked easily to him in a few steps. In fact, it was because of the appearance that I noticed you at first, but I found out that I found out that I was wrong in the next phase."

"I originally thought that what kind of doctor should be the same as the book said, is the old man of the sacred bones, but you are not a big uncle, but you are so young but there are so many things with such names. Not only will this teach me to write and play chess with me, but the people at home are spoiled by me, but the gentlest to me is still you."

Obviously it was a girl's house, but she did not blush when she said that. She took his hand and stared at him with his eyes open. "Do you want to hear me say this?"

The atmosphere that was originally softened by her words suddenly became cold.

Tang Yan did not fear the gaze of his apparently cold. "There is no such thing as a highly skilled person. There are many talents who are proficient in the game of chess and calligraphy. The father will teach me to write with me. Chess, my mother has been very gentle to me."

"I want to say that you gradually know that you like you, I won't say such a lie." Her eyes were calm. "Because you haven't let me know you at all, I don't even know who you are." I don't know, but where can I like the illusion that the surface is fragile?"

"So ask me why I like you, maybe it looks good."

The carefree Tang Jia Er, who has always been acting, faded the innocent first time. She said something with a smile like a casual voice, but let the white shackle.

For a long while, he said: "You said you don't know me, then you want to know me?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"Oh, that's good." He smiled for the first time in front of her.

When they returned to the Tang family, it was already night. After dinner, Tang Yan was called into his room by Bai Yu.

Naturally, there can be no unspeakable plot.

It was only during the day that her confession was too fierce, causing emotions to rise and fall, and Bai Hao did not control the strength of her hand for a while, and then her wrists were pinched.

However, Tang Yan blocked the pain. She did not know that her wrist was green. However, it seems to be another feeling in Bai Yan. It can only be said that this is a good misunderstanding.

The white cockroach holds her hand, and the white tender skin emerging from the sleeves is not so beautiful. It is light and pity for people to look at. He took the ointment and carefully took medicine for her.

His movements are extremely gentle, and there is a clear difference between Tang Yueyao's medicine. His fingertips are covered with ointment with a little coolness. Although Tang Yan shields the pain, but the most basic touch is still there, she feels a bit cold and A little itchy, subconsciously shrinking his hand.

"Pain?" His movements were slow, and his handsome brows were slight.

To be honest, it hurts more than pain. Now, this gentle and extreme appearance makes Tang Hao somewhat uncomfortable. I have to know that this is not the first time he has taken medicine for her. She practiced martial arts every day. Naturally, this is a blue piece. There is a purple piece over there. In the usual position, he said that he would help her with her medicine, but she never asked her if she hurts. It seems to be extremely confident about her own medicine.

As for the wounded waist, he even throws a bottle of plaster directly, regardless of her.

Tang Hao did not feel relieved to look at the good feelings. The previous words only rose by 10 points, and now it is only 60 points.

"Pain." She thought for a moment, especially the faceless, just follow his words to pick up.

"Resist some."

Although he only dropped the simple three words, Tang Yan still felt that he obviously exerted a lot of softness. In order to make the ointment penetrate better, he even put a little internal force on his fingertips. Get the touch of his fingertips.

Perhaps this time he did not try to use internal force to detect the situation in her body, so her internal force did not appear to be repulsive.

If you vomit a blood here, it is really enough to ruin the atmosphere.

However, there was no pain, only the tactile Tang Yan felt a little itchy. She tried to turn off the pain mask, but because it was really painful, she did not reopen it.

"It doesn't matter if you use force..." she whispered.

"..."

It’s almost time to go to the medicine, and even if the father can trust the white, he will not allow his daughter to stay in a man’s room in the middle of the night.

"When I am leaving, would you like to go with me?"

When Tang Hao pushed the door open and was about to go back, he heard that the white house inside the house was not light and heavy.