The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

Bai Lin, who asked about the time but was bombarded by his aunt, lost interest in talking to others in an instant, especially after he tried to talk to people many times but was treated indifferently, he immediately shut himself up.

Hmph, I'm not happy to talk to you if you don't talk to me, and I don't want to wait on you, young master.

[Please host not to treat the task negatively. 】

The spicy chicken system has a lot of broken things, and Lin Lin is depressed, but Lin Lin doesn't say anything.

Just when he was idly sitting on the seat in a daze——

"Ding dong." The phone vibrated suddenly, and when he clicked on it, it turned out that someone added him as a friend on WeChat.

"Hi, I'm a loyal fan of your flower shop [Cute] Why didn't the door open today? [Big cry] I heard from the uncle at the breakfast shop that the flower shop is going to close down, don't do it, there are many people who like the flowers in the shop Come on, come on! [Jiu Mi]”

Where did the sand sculpture come from?Bai Lin frowned, his face covered with black lines.

The profile picture of the other party is a cute little bear, and the circle of friends is open, clicking on the pink background picture makes Bai Lin breathless, but the dynamics can be seen for three days, and it is blank.

It turns out that there is a loyal little girl in my store?Why haven't I seen it before? Bai Lin tried his best to search the memories in his mind. It doesn't make sense. With such a cute little cute girl who pays attention to him every day, no matter what he does, he won't lose any impression.

After thinking about it for 5 minutes, it ended in failure.

But people, the happiest thing is that someone pays attention to him silently, Bai Lin happily responds to the other party's encouragement through the other party's friend request as soon as possible——

"Although I don't know who you are, but thank you very much, the flower shop will not be closed. I have something to do today, if you want to see flowers, please feel free to come and find me in the shop."

Thinking of a pink and tender girl coming to the store to look for him in the future, the corners of Bai Lin's mouth almost went to the back of his ears.

Anyone who comes is not rejected, he is so broad-minded, hee hee.

"Well, I will go if I have time."

Strange, how did the painting style suddenly become mature and stable, what about the cute and cute little soft girl?Why is there an inexplicable sense of being cute behind the screen with a big man pinching his throat and pinching his throat.

——To some extent, he really got him right.

After chatting back and forth for a few times, the other party ended the chat on the grounds that he had something to do, Bai Lin didn't think much about it, the little girl is not allowed to study hard during class time.

The time passed by 08:30 unknowingly, and finally when the pointer pointed to 45, Yan Jiamu appeared at the door of the classroom with a dozen test papers in his arms.

As expected, he was the ace teacher, and Bai Lin's heart was a little terrified when he looked serious.He walked to the podium and began to explain the reason for being late. The school had an impromptu meeting and he was late.

For teachers who can improve their children's grades, parents are absolutely infinitely tolerant, not to mention Yan Jiamu's good looks, all the grandpas and aunts present were delighted, and a few wanted to introduce their relatives to him.

Then there was a short time for questioning. Parents asked the teacher questions about their children's situation in school. This section was almost a solo session for parents of good students, and had nothing to do with scumbags like Bai Lin.

Bai Lin was in pain eating melons, but when Yan Jiamu took out the stack and started handing out the test papers one by one, Bai Lin couldn't laugh anymore.

The test papers are arranged according to grades, the later the child's name appears, the more embarrassing it is, especially Bai Xue who is the last one, Bai Lin can imagine the sympathetic and secretly mocking eyes of these parents.