My Professor Shen

Shen Qingchuan choked speechlessly, a slash flew across him, but he didn't know that his rippling eyes didn't have the slightest deterrent power. From Jiang Ling's poor understanding at the moment, his sister was just getting angry from embarrassment.

"Where did you learn these nonsense nonsense?" Shen Qingchuan had a straight face, his jade-like skin seemed to be surrounded by a layer of air-conditioning under the light.

Jiang Ling's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, she murmured for a long time without making a sound, the corners of her eyes drooped, and she stood up straight at a loss, like a child who was punished for doing something wrong.

How to say?You can't always tell the truth.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes and glanced at her faintly, his pitiful appearance was really fake, but she was still willingly bewitched, and even began to reflect on whether her words were too serious.

The dumbfounded look looked really stupid, Shen Qingchuan pressed the corners of his raised lips, and said with a straight face pretending to be serious: "Have you been lacking in exercise recently?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Ling felt as if she was facing a formidable enemy, and her heart beat wildly.

What does your sister mean by "lack of exercise"?Do you think it's too early to go to bed at [-] in the morning?Or do you think your biceps are not strong enough?

--shock!The reason why the woman cheated was...

——Help-seeking: What should I do if my girlfriend always says I can’t do it?

All kinds of help posts appeared in front of him, and Jiang Ling's mind was full of alarm bells, his face turned earthy for a moment, and his clear and bright eyes quietly climbed into a touch of fragility.

It is said on the Internet that women at [-] are like wolves and tigers, so jealousy and so on are all hypocritical appearances, and the real reason for my sister's anger is that she dislikes her lack of ability.

After hesitating for a while, she tentatively said in a weak tone: "It should...not."

Shen Qingchuan stared intently at Jiang Ling's delicate face, watching her face change unpredictablely, red and white for a while, and the uneasy look greatly aroused his curiosity, "Then why are you standing there? Are you not tired?"

After finishing speaking, she frowned slightly, and felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart. It was obvious that she was sharing the same bed. Why did Jiang Ling still look energetic now, while she was so tired that her fingertips were exhausted? Nothing.

Shen Qingchuan moved the cushion around his waist, adjusted the most comfortable posture, and gently rubbed his sore waist in a dark place where Jiang Ling couldn't see.

"Ah?" Jiang Ling raised her eyes in a daze, and immediately met Shen Qingchuan's annoyed eyes. After a few seconds, the two turned their heads away at the same time.

Taking advantage of Shen Qingchuan's indifferent attitude, Jiang Ling jumped up from the spot, then knelt down on one knee in front of her with a plop.

"What are you doing... what?!" Shen Qingchuan was so frightened by this sudden kneeling that she couldn't stay out of her mind, and then a little conflicted thoughts of fear and expectation arose in her heart.

There was a flash of tension in her eyes, and her mind was buzzing and chaotic. She tried her best to keep her face calm, and her ring finger was slightly hot when she rubbed her fingertips.

"Get up first." Shen Qingchuan's voice was a little hoarse, his cheeks were stained red, and even his breathing became a little rough.

She looked down at the black shirt she was wearing, a slight regret appeared on her face, this outfit seemed too casual.

Jiang Ling tilted her head, looked puzzled at her sister's flustered appearance, shook her head obediently, then raised her lips and said, "Sister."

"En." Shen Qingchuan replied in a low voice, she couldn't bear Jiang Ling's big watery eyes, and she performed the scene several times in her heart.

Jiang Ling suddenly became timid, with a suspicious blush on her face, and she hesitated after a long time: "I have an unfeeling request, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Talk." Shen Qingchuan looked at her softly, and added encouragingly: "I promise you anything that is not too much."

There was a hint of surprise in Jiang Ling's eyes, her moist eyes were shining brightly, "I can..."

Shen Qingchuan nodded with a smile, several crescent moon marks were pinched out on the palm of his hand.

"Can I lie on your lap?" Jiang Lingping looked at the slender legs in front of her, her throat moved up and down inconspicuously, as if a gentle force was wrapped around her waist.

Unable to wait for an answer, Jiang Ling buried her face in it, and a sigh was clearly audible.

The smile on Shen Qingchuan's lips suddenly froze, knowing that he would make a mistake, his fingers stretched in mid-air curled up in embarrassment, his brows darkened.

There was a hairy head on the smooth legs, and the breath brushed against it was numb and itchy.

"No." Shen Qingchuan said viciously, covered her hair with her hands and rubbed it a few times as if to vent her anger, and lifted Jiang Ling up effortlessly by holding Jiang Ling's collar with one hand.

"Standing is not standing, sitting is not sitting." Shen Qingchuan taught her with a cold face.

Jiang Ling moved a chair and sat beside her in a desperate manner, and she was about to cry, "I will promise you everything my sister says."

"I'm talking about it!" Shen Qingchuan's words stopped abruptly, and the rest of the words seemed to show that she hated marriage, she smiled coldly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"What is it?" Jiang Ling blurted out subconsciously, staring at Bai Bai in a daze, her lustful eyes hidden under her messy hair.

It's a pity that she didn't take the opportunity to kiss her just now, and she licked her lips.

The blush that had just faded from Shen Qingchuan's face surged up, she cleared her throat, and clicked her tongue pretending to be impatient, "It's nothing."

Jiang Ling was really taken aback and stopped asking.

Both were lost in their own brainstorms, and there was a few minutes of relative silence.

"Sister is just right... um..." Jiang Ling was halfway through speaking, but Shen Qingchuan quickly covered her mouth, and the word "enthusiasm" could only be silently swallowed back into her stomach.

Shen Qingchuan felt like a boiled shrimp today, and the blush on his face hadn't completely disappeared.

Suddenly there was a soft touch in her palm, warm and wet, she withdrew her hand suddenly, and Jiang Ling caught up with her cheek and rubbed it.

"You today..." Shen Qingchuan clenched his wet palms behind his back and unconsciously straightened his sore waist.

Jiang Ling raised her eyes to look at her, her moist eyes looked pure and ignorant.

"It's strange." Shen Qingchuan said euphemistically, then she squinted her eyes and asked, "Who taught you?"

Jiang Ling sat back and straightened her body, her eyes dodged and she said, "Maybe it's self-taught."

Shen Qingchuan gently twisted her hot ears, spread a hand in front of her eyes, and said softly: "Bring it."

"What?" Jiang Ling blinked and said with confusion.

Shen Qingchuan snorted coldly, and parted his red lips lightly: "Mobile phone."

Jiang Ling laughed a few times awkwardly, touched the pockets of her clothes in embarrassment, "I don't know where I am either."

Shen Qingchuan wrapped his arms around his chest, watched her looking around leisurely, pointed to the computer desktop after a few minutes and reminded: "There."

Jiang Ling nodded, and fiddled with the phone solemnly, "The battery ran out during a meeting just now. I'll charge it up and give it to my sister."

Under Shen Qingchuan's scorching gaze, she walked towards the door without changing her expression. Just as one foot crossed the threshold, "Ding~" the WeChat notification sounded.

Jiang Ling's complexion changed slightly, and her steps became more hurried.

"Wait." Shen Qingchuan said coldly, because the movement of standing up was too big, he pulled his waist suddenly, his face turned pale.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, and reluctantly handed the phone to Shen Qingchuan.

She frowned almost the whole time and opened WeChat. She looked at Jiang Ling with a strange look in her eyes, and said with a half-smile: "What are you doing standing so far away? I won't eat you."

Jiang Ling's eyes were focused on looking out of the window all the time, and the breeze brushed up the broken hair on her forehead, and she had a somewhat melancholy temperament.

"The Emotional Master teaches you how to get your ex back." Shen Qingchuan read it word by word.

Jiang Ling felt ashamed on her face, and concealedly adjusted the frame of the mirror, making her lonely back look even more bleak in the wind.

Shen Qingchuan stared at her, paused for a while, "Analyze the reasons rationally, learn to change yourself, and control negative emotions."

She raised her eyebrows lightly, and opened the chat records between Jiang Ling and the so-called emotional recovery master with great interest. The time can be traced back to the first day when Jiang Ling left office. It turns out that she was forced to become a "predecessor" so early .

Suddenly, a screenshot of the remittance blinded her.

Seeing that her sister's face was getting more and more strange, Jiang Ling suddenly leaned closer and clasped Shen Qingchuan's waist, caressing her face with wet palms, and suddenly sucked her lips.

Shen Qingchuan's sore and unbearably swollen waist was forced to bend backwards, cold sweat broke out from her head instantly, and she kicked Jiang Ling's calf with a dark face.

"I want to cover up."

"Ahem." Jiang Ling's face flushed with coughing.

"How much did it cost?" Shen Qingchuan leaned against the wall with his back.

Seeing that Jiang Ling couldn't hide it, she swallowed the saliva secreted from nervousness, and slowly stretched out her hand to make a two.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a sharp light shot out from within. You say she is ignorant of the world, but she is an heir who has received elite education in the family. You say she is smart, and can spend 20 to buy such a thing.

"This is an annual package, the supreme VIP service, on call..." Jiang Ling struggled to defend herself one last time, but her voice became smaller and smaller.

Elm head!Shen Qingchuan gave her a sideways look, and jokingly said: "Next time you have emotional problems with your ex, you can find me, and I'll do it for free."

"I don't have an ex." Jiang Ling said sternly, "Isn't it... It's because my sister said she didn't want to get engaged, so I was in a panic."

Why did she learn to bring up the old things again, a trace of helplessness crept into the corners of Shen Qingchuan's eyes, she helped her forehead, and continued to scroll down with great interest.

Lu Linshen: [Hahaha, Shen Meiren's typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, this lady will teach you a way to deal with her, it will definitely work! 】

Jiang Ling: [What? 】

Lu Linshen: [It's okay to tell you, but you have to say something nice. 】

Jiang Ling: [? 】

Lu Linshen: [I'm convinced, you and Shen Meiren are really a couple, call me sister! 】

Shen Qingchuan stared at the word "sister", feeling a little displeasure in his heart, and the familiar sourness lingered in his heart again.

Jiang Ling: [Sister Lu. 】

Lu Linshen: [Yes, you call me sister, and you and Shen Meiren are a couple again, so that's about taking advantage of her, Shu Tan~]

"The 36th strategy of the Art of War is based on advancing and retreating." Shen Qingchuan kissed her thin lips, his brows and eyes were covered with frost, and the slightest chill penetrated into Jiang Ling's body along the air, "When she was burning with anger, take the wicked to sue first The best way is to take the lead in suing her so that she has nowhere to go."

"Baby, don't be angry." Jiang Ling's expression changed slightly.

"I'm not angry." Shen Qingchuan smiled, then slowly put down the phone, went back to the room and found a coat to put on.

Jiang Ling followed her step by step, watching her go out the gate, but helpless.