Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 17 I’m also trying to confess my love today (Seventeen)
Since then, Tan Sang left early and returned late every day, and even intentionally handed over the company to Yu Chuan.

Therefore, he gained the right to enter and exit the study at will.

Looking at the dazzling array of books neatly arranged on various bookshelves, he seemed to ask casually, "Nanny likes to read books?"

Tan Sang seemed to be boneless, huddled in the chair.

He let out a vague hum.

The past few days are really exhausting, the ghost knows that the young lady from the rich family is proficient in everything, and she is also a top student!
She has to learn all those etiquettes, which makes her exhausted!
I really don't understand why I agreed to him with cramps!

It might as well be as simple as fulfilling Yu Chuan's wish!
Seeing how lazy the host was, the system said anxiously, "Miss host, my wish~"

Tan Sang was unmoved.

"Close value~"

Not moving like a mountain.

The system said with a heartache, "Add 100 ghost stones when you complete your wish."

Tan Sang's bright eyes lit up.

Talking so well?
"Do you have any wish?"

Yu Chuan was taken aback.

Yu Chuan brushed over those bookshelves with his slender fingers, and pulled out a book from them.

Wen Run Ruyu asked, "Can I have this book?"

???

Tan Sang was full of question marks.

"You like books?"

Yu Chuan's thin lips were slightly hooked, and a faint smile revealed a hint of elegance.

"I can't say I like it, but I quite like Yu Guangzhong's articles."

His voice was as pleasant as a cello coming out slowly. If you didn't listen carefully, you would never notice a trace of nervousness on his part.

Yu Chuan exerted a little force on the knuckles holding the book.

He lowered his head, and no one saw that his usually cold eyes gradually became darker, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

Girl!

I like peripheral vision.

I love being with you for the rest of my life!

Tan Sang was confused, Yu Guangzhong?
his wish?

Tan Sang looked at the chemistry question in his hand again and asked, "The electronic formula of ammonium ion."

Looking at the text notes next to it, Tan Sang was so angry!

What is this?

Is this Chinese?
Yu Chuan seemed to be aware of her emotional changes, seeing the chemistry problem in her hands.

Stepping forward, he held Tan Sang's hand with his slender fingers, writing carefully one stroke at a time.

The man's voice was cold but contained a touch of tenderness, "After the ammonium ion gets an electron, it won't let go easily. In order to declare its sovereignty, it needs to add brackets."

It was only then that Tan Sang realized that she was the helpless child who had huddled in the corner of the wall, but had ruthless eyes like a wolf cub.

Now he has grown into a man with smooth eyes, a straight nose, and cold facial features.

"Will it be?" he asked.

Tan Sang looked at the brackets and the dotted cross, swallowed, and said bluffingly.

"What? Look down on me? Who am I! Miss Tan Sang! Of course I will!"

He repeated his identity over and over again, as if this could cover up the fact that he was a scumbag.

"Right?" Seemingly out of breath, Tan Sang looked at him with charming eyebrows.

Yu Chuan wanted to laugh a little.

If he didn't know that Tan Sang was excellent in three subjects except language and mathematics, and he was a scumbag in literature and science, he would definitely nod without hesitation.

Seeing the smile on Yu Chuan's delicate face, Tan Sang gave him a hard look.

"Ah! The young people nowadays are not willing to tell the truth!"

As if he didn't want the other party to find out that he was a scumbag, he immediately issued an order to evict the guest, "Go, don't bother me!"

Yu Chuan watched Tan Sang put his whole body on the paper, trying to hide the questions written earlier so that no one would laugh at him.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of a hyperbolic question.

"Why are you doing these questions?"

Tan Sang looked at the question in his arms, "It's a bet with others."

"is it?"

Tan Sang didn't notice that the aura on his body had changed from gentle to cold, but felt that the child was a little annoying today.

But he still said with a little guilty conscience, "Yes, are you still leaving?"

Yu Chuan pulled away the hyperbolic question beside her, "The hyperbolic question, I will take it away."

Tan Sang tilted her head up, her pair of twinkling peach blossom eyes, with a touch of moisture in her eyes, seemed a little cute at the moment.

"why?"

Yu Chuan covered up the gloom in his eyes, "I don't like it."

Because it seems to be telling me.

I'm just your hyperbola, my hands are open in all quadrants, but I can't hold you in my arms.

And you have your direction, never wavering.

But my heart is attracted by your gravitational force, and it is biased toward you.

But, you are just my asymptote, infinitely approaching and not intersecting.

He doesn't like this!

I don't like it very much!
(End of this chapter)