High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 817

But looking around in the examination room, he didn't see Young Master Yang.

This made Lin Zhaoxia raise her eyebrows.

what's the situation.

Before she turned around, she wanted to take out her phone and turn it on to ask.

The top of the head is blocked.

Then there was a warm breath blowing in his ear, "What are you looking for?"

The voice was neither fast nor slow, and the magnetism was low, like a mellow red wine fermented for a century, just like that.

Lin Zhaoxia was shocked all over.

The ear itself is the most sensitive part of her.

Now by this sudden look.

An unspeakable strange feeling spread from the tailbone to the apex of the heart.

After finally suppressing that feeling, he turned his sideways eyes, and it was indeed Young Master Yang.

But was that flirting just now?
Lin Zhaoxia simply turned around, raised both arms and placed them on his shoulders, raised her eyebrows back, "I'm looking for... Lin Zhaoxia's only, little wife."

Yang Moyan smiled lowly, his heart was fluctuated by the young man's rebellion, but he stretched out his hand without changing his face and pinched the handsome and tender cheek with a delicate and extremely delicate touch, "Really? It seems that the little boyfriend is very dependent on this little girl. Wife."

"Otherwise?"

Lin Zhaoxia grinned her lips, admitting it aboveboard.

The voices of both of them were extremely low.

But after all, this is still in the teaching building, outside the examination room.

After only staying for a while, Yang Moyan took the boy and left.

They didn't drive. After all, there was an exam in the afternoon, and the two of them didn't want to make too much trouble.

It just so happened that the time for lunch break was approaching, and Lin Zhaoxia's stomach was also singing empty city plan, so she simply took the boy and left the university on foot, and went to a small restaurant near Shengyuan to eat something.

Wait until the lunch break of Sheng Yuan's two exams this morning.

Yang Moyan had already brought Lin Zhaoxia back to Shengyuan and went to Fengyun Guild to rest.

The two subjects in the afternoon are physics and Chinese.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't think there was any problem with the subjects.

However, when Young Master Yang arrived at Fengyun Gong to meet the young man sitting on the sofa, he immediately squinted his eyes lazily, his twinkling peach blossoms squinted, his messy hair was chic and handsome, and the look of Wu Juan could only be at any time. Asleep cat.

Raising his hand, he threw a book over.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't fall asleep, but just half-closed her eyes, a little sleepy and too lazy.

Such a book suddenly came over.

Still facing the door.

How could Lin Zhaoxia continue to be lazy when she couldn't keep her handsome face?
Those eyes opened instantly, the drowsiness was frightened away, and any laziness disappeared in an instant.

She raised her hand and picked it up, Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows, "Could it be that my little wife is too jealous of your little boyfriend's handsome face, so she doesn't hesitate to murder her husband and disfigure her?"

The boy's wonderful mind has always been complicated, and it is the side that Yang Moyan can't find.

He simply let the boy fly freely, but ridicule is inevitable.

The thin lips were drawn, and the tone was very light, "What gave you such confidence?"

Lin Zhaoxia was also polite, her skin thickness increased visibly, and her reply was even more shameless, "Yang Moyan."

"Oh? When did I give it to you?"

"In a dream."

The so-called serious nonsense, without blinking, Lin Zhaoxia never loses.

Now Yang Moyan smiled.

The thin lips were tugging, but the curvature of the lips was also very unpredictable, "In a dream? That's up to you to decide. In the end, it's a question of who goes up and who goes down?"

(End of this chapter)