He Is Warmer Than Time

Uncle Zhong was happily pushed out by him, and Yang Haitao probed out and said, "By the way, drive the car away too."

Song Xuan from the province asked him to drive her back.

Uncle Zhong looked solemnly and said: "You guys can't be muddled, what you should do, what you shouldn't do..."

Yang Haitao grabbed his face and said, "Uncle Zhong, I am so unbearable in your eyes?"

Uncle Zhong sighed softly: "You kid, sometimes I can't figure out your temperament, maybe you just like Song Xuan too much..."

Yang Haitao's eyes darkened: "Okay, Uncle Zhong, I just want to get along with her alone, you can go home, go quickly."

When Uncle Zhong went out, Yang Haitao gave a sigh of relief and ran upstairs. Under the light, Song Xuan looked at his test questions seriously, and he couldn't bear to approach and disturb her.

He leaned against the door frame, quietly admiring her serious look.

After waiting for a long time, Song Xuan was a little impatient, raised her sleeves and looked at the time, then turned her head and saw the person leaning on the door frame.

He wears a white shirt and black trousers. It's refreshing and non-obtrusive, but his smile looks a little silly.

Perhaps the evening breeze in May is so beautiful that Song Xuan's heart beats out of the rhythm and reminds her of the words'throbbing'.

She coughed slightly, and deliberately cold her face: "Go to the toilet for so long, you just don't want to study."

Yang Haitao hurriedly walked over: "I learn, I especially want to learn."

Song Xuan looked at him and felt that he was not only refreshing, his eyes were also particularly clear, and the clarity was mixed with rolling enthusiasm. This kind of enthusiasm made her a little bit overwhelmed. She turned away her eyes and coughed softly: "At the end of June. It’s time to take the entrance exam for TV University, you can’t slack off, you know?"

"Know that."

The evening breeze was fading, the lights were dim, and Song Xuan was in the state of lecture again. Yang Haitao was in the mood to listen to the class. She only admired in her heart. She looks good. Song Xuan is so beautiful and her voice is so good. I really hope she can always be his teacher.

If he could have such a teacher when he was a student, he wouldn't have failed the university entrance examination.

Song Xuan talked dryly, and when she looked up again, she saw Yang Haitao whose eyes were out of focus, and she was so angry that she raised her hand and flicked his forehead: "Are you distracted?"

Yang Haitao quickly returned to his senses: "No, no, I'm not distracted."

Song Xuan gritted her teeth and said: "Then you repeat what I just said."

Yang Haitao patronized and admired her face, naturally he couldn't say anything, Song Xuan sighed: "If you don't want to learn, you can tell me clearly, don't delay your time, and also delay my time."

After finishing shooting the table, he got up to leave.

She just felt that the atmosphere between the two became more and more weird, Yang Haitao's eyes became more and more fierce, and she couldn't stay any longer.

Yang Haitao quickly grabbed her wrist and stood up. Song Xuan was pulled into his arms by her.

The tall him, embraced Song Xuan actually felt reliable and relieved.

No... it shouldn't be like this, Song Xuan shook her head, stretched out her hand and pushed him: "What are you doing?"

Yang Haitao quickly let go of her, and said anxiously: "Are you going home? I will ask Uncle Zhong to take you home."

After speaking, he pretended to lead Song Xuan downstairs.

Song Xuan saw that there was no one in the hall downstairs? Uncle Zhong is gone?

Yang Haitao touched the back of his head and muttered: "Huh? When did Uncle Zhong leave? Why didn't you wait for us? Is there something urgent at home?"

Big tail wolf!