Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 65 012: Additions to Transactions

Have a bad conscience...

Her view of right and wrong is different from that of ordinary people, yet she also feels uneasy?
Seeing that his expression was different, Mu Jinyue raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Your expression seems to say that it is a terrible thing for me to have a conscience."

Xiao Jingzhe was slightly startled, then nodded: "It's really scary."

Mu Jinyue snorted and laughed: "It turns out that I am such an image in your heart."

Xiao Jingzhe smiled and said nothing, but there was a thick obscurity in the depths of his eyes.

Before the group, four seats away, the squad leader reached out and touched Yue Wanrou's shoulder.

"What are you looking at? Your eyes are straight."

Yue Wanrou seemed to be taken aback by fright, and looked away in a panic, "No, nothing." Fearing that the monitor would fail, she added: "I've been a little tired recently, and I accidentally fell into a daze."

The squad leader nodded knowingly, and comforted him: "Your grades are so good, you should take a rest."

They are in the same dormitory, Xue Qi and another girl from the science class, among the four, Yue Wanrou is the most hardworking.

Yue Wanrou smiled at her shyly, then took out the book and prepared to review.

As soon as she turned the page, a piece of paper she was holding floated to the ground and landed right at the monitor's feet.

The squad leader was about to help her pick it up, but Yue Wanrou took a quicker step, so fast that she could even vaguely hear the sound of paper rubbing against the ground.

"Yeah," just now, the squad leader vaguely saw the outline of a young man with a glance, and immediately approached with a smirk: "Wan Rou has a crush?"

Yue Wanrou hastily crumpled the paper into a ball, blushed, and muttered softly, "No, I just draw casually..."

The squad leader didn't believe her. Seeing her flushed face, she knew that things were not that simple, but thinking of this girl's thin skin, he didn't tease her, just smiled ambiguously.

Fortunately, the class bell rang, and the monitor let her go.

Yue Wanrou breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a tall figure approaching, she suddenly held her breath again, until the other person sat down in front of her, then timidly raised her head, slightly absent-minded.

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Four o'clock, music classroom.

Different from the calmness when she pushed the door yesterday, this time, Mu Jinyue hesitated rarely.

She pursed her lips, rubbed her fingers unconsciously on the doorknob twice before pushing the door open.

What catches the eye is an almost peaceful picture.

The windows are half open, the light blue curtains are scattered, blown by the breeze, like surging waves, hustle and bustle hidden in the calm.

The boy was lying on the table, facing the backlight. The warm golden sun coated his black hair with a layer of luster. His face was shrouded in darkness, but it didn't look gloomy. Instead, it was delicate and bright, making people unconsciously breathe lightly.

As if being bewitched, Mu Jinyue didn't move for a while.

Feeling that the territory was invaded, Fu Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the sharpness at that moment was not like that of a young man.

He raised his eyes and sat up, with the beautiful figure at the door of the music classroom reflected in his eyes, his tense nerves were relaxed in vain, his pupils were soft, and his tone was loose and comfortable: "Come in, what are you doing standing at the door?"

In just a second, Mu Jinyue took a step forward, pushed the door behind her backhand, walked to the seat next to Fu Yan and sat down.

Yesterday, in order to facilitate the lecture, Fu Yan moved her chair to his side, and it didn't move when he left, so when he came today, the chair was still next to him.

In fact, it doesn't matter to Mu Jinyue where she sits, and it seems a bit deliberate to move the chair now.

I thought so...

When she was seated, Mu Jinyue moved the chair forward to adjust the distance, but unconsciously, she also moved a little to the outside.

Fu Yan glanced at her, a little dissatisfied, and frowned, "Why are you sitting so far away?" Is he a flood, or a beast?

He didn't sleep last night, and there was still a light gray under the eyelids, which added a bit of dejected beauty.

Mu Jinyue didn't look at him, she lowered her head and took out a brand new exercise book and put it in front of him, then explained: "It's too crowded."

Fu Yan snorted softly, and muttered: "Little heartless..."

He also said this once in the morning.

It's not like complaining, but like an intimate coquettish.

The corner of Mu Jinyue's mouth curled slightly, and she raised her hand and clicked on the exercise book in front of Fu Yan: "You didn't even read it, and you just said I have no conscience? Am I being too wronged?"

She seldom said such words like asking for credit, and it was a little unnatural to do it now, but fortunately, Fu Yan's attention was drawn to the exercise book by her, so she didn't notice her little awkwardness.

"What is this?" Fu Yan raised his chin, his eyes sparkling.

"You'll know if you look at it."

"Then turn it over for me." In the same tone as the old man, Fu Yan looked down, but didn't move.

As soon as he lowered his head, Mu Jinyue noticed that probably because he was overwhelmed by sleeping just now, a strand of hair on his side was disheveled and curled up. Like this person, he was rebellious and perverse, but he was a bit cute.

Mu Jinyue raised her hand to help him press down the lock of hair, but the palm near the wrist accidentally touched his ear.

Slightly cool, vaguely with incredible softness.

Fu Yan was startled, and leaned back abruptly, before he had time to think about anything, a sharp, needle-like pain was transmitted from his hands to his brain, and he gasped in pain with a painful expression on his face.

"hiss--"

Mu Jinyue was startled, stood up, a little at a loss: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yan's face changed, and he explained in a low voice: "Hands are numb."

As he spoke, he moved his wrist twice, trying to keep a straight face, but still revealed a trace of embarrassment and forbearance.

Numbness in the hand……

Mu Jinyue bit her lip, sat down, tilted her head, and still couldn't hold back her smile.

Hearing her muffled laughter, Fu Yan's face became even uglier.

He finally found out that this girl was here to beat him, and she bumped into him every time he was embarrassed!
"What are you laughing at?" Fu Yan was furious, and shook his hands again, looking at Mu Jinyue very seriously: "The time you laugh is not counted as tutoring, and you have to make up for it!"

It's not a big deal, Mu Jinyue readily agreed.

Fu Yan was satisfied now, and stretched out his hand happily to flip through the exercise book.

Mu Jinyue looked at him, and suddenly a somewhat absurd thought came to her mind.

This guy...why is he like a little milk cat? He has a big temper, but he's easy to coax, and he's also a little tsundere...

She was amused by her own thoughts, and when she raised her eyes, she bumped into Fu Yan's eyes that seemed to hide stars.

Fu Yan pointed to the key mark in front of the chemistry question and asked, "Did you draw this?"

Mu Jinyue nodded: "Otherwise?"

"You are studying literature."

"Yeah," Mu Jinyue gave him a white look: "What's wrong with studying literature? Anyway, I also studied science. If you don't trust me, forget it. Anyway, this is just..."

"I believe it!" Fu Yanyang interrupted her, pursed his lips, and stared at her with burning eyes.

Mu Jinyue was taken aback by him, and he interrupted the second half of the sentence, so she couldn't say it.

Anyway, this is just an add-on to the transaction...

(End of this chapter)