She is soft on my heart

Chapter 39 Guess the wrong word
It's like a pot has been blown up in the class, the decibels that can break through the roof make people's heads buzz, brooms and mops have become weapons for fighting, and the hygiene is getting more and more chaotic.

Yang Lang and the others gathered together, as if they were playing some card game, burst into laughter from time to time, Ru Ling joined them in a blink of an eye with the idea of ​​entering the class to find Li Xingchen.

Feng Cheng probably lost, and jumped on the table. As soon as Li Xingshen raised his eyes, he was forced to appreciate his exclusive and stunning dance moves.

"." Li Xingchen's eyes were hot, she was silent for a few seconds, then turned back.

Relying on his height advantage, Jiang Cong wiped it off with a few easy strokes. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her coming out again, so he looked over.

Li Xingchen walked slowly to his side, raised his head and was about to speak, when he suddenly smiled wickedly, and said in a familiar tone: "You can't leave me for a moment?"

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Li Xingchen was almost getting used to it, so he went to get another rag on the window sill, and said softly to him, "Don't be poor."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and her slightly helpless tone made people tickle their hearts.

Jiang slipped from her Adam's apple, lowered her eyes, pulled back the rag she had just picked up, and said provocatively, "Can I see you?"

"." Li Xing sighed heavily, and suddenly called him: "Jiang Cong."

"Ok?"

Li Xingchen raised his eyelashes to look at him, and suggested: "Why don't you learn how to speak again."

Jiang Cong: "."

Choked by success, he chuckled lightly, bent slightly and approached her, and answered her words in an out-of-the-ordinary tone: "Then, I'll worship under your door from now on and learn to talk to you, do you think it's okay? Master?"

He laughed after calling Master Li.

Li Xingchen: "."

The master said that there was no cure for this disciple, so she refused to accept him.

Li Xingshen stopped fighting with him, and pushed him away from him with the back of his hand, then raised his head to check the fruits of disciple Jiang's labor.

"You haven't wiped there, there, and there." She raised her finger, looked at him again, and said, "There will be water marks when it dries, use a newspaper to wipe it again to absorb water, and wipe the top edge too." Let's go."

Jiang Cong: "."

Li Xingshen looked at his reaction, paused, blinked his bright eyes, fluttered his eyelashes, and added encouragingly: "Work is the most glorious."

Jiang Cong was amused by her serious appearance.

Now that Master Li has spoken, disciple Jiang can only work honestly. There are more than 50 people in a class, and these two are conscientiously implementing the school's instruction of "leaving no dust".

A group of people were chattering in the class, Feng Cheng finally won a hand, Haha joyfully flicked Yang Lang's forehead with all his strength, then when he sat back, he inadvertently glanced out, and suddenly stopped, Mouth opened: "Fuck."

Everyone looked back and forth, and saw two people outside the window, one high and the other low, where Sister Xing was pointing, and Brother Cong was wiping with a newspaper and a rag.

Since when have they been used like this?
The air in this area suddenly became a little quiet, and Feng Cheng couldn't help sighing: "I'm so handsome who is doing the shift seriously."

Ru Ling refused to accept it: "I, who is in charge of directing Jiang Cong to do the shift, are so beautiful."

Yang Lang stroked his chin and concluded, "It's true."

Zhou Zhengxie added fuel to the flames with a smile: "Send it to the bridal chamber."

"Hahaha, shit, no way, why did Brother Cong get his way so easily?"

The topic went off track, everyone laughed presumptuously and subtly, even Ru Ling was also laughing, only Feng Cheng was fascinated at the beginning.

He was lost for a while, his mind flashed, and he suddenly jumped up and screamed in dismay: "I'm so careless!!! Brothers, is Brother Cong interested in Sister Xing?!"

"." You are really a sensible person.

Yang Lang shuffled the cards, ignoring the idiot, "Come on, keep going."

The others acted as if they hadn't heard it, and returned to their original positions to play cards again.

Seeing their unsurprised reaction, Feng Cheng suddenly felt angry that he was kept in the dark.

Instead, he looked outside, his expression slowly changing into disbelief again, Feng Cheng scratched his head, and the reflection arc circled the earth three hundred times, remembering that Yang Lang asked him to change his words before.

Could it be that I have to call Cong brother and brother-in-law in the future?

outside at the moment.

Jiang Cong stepped on the stool to wipe the top edge of the window that Master Li asked to take care of, while she went to the toilet sink to clean the rag for him.

After Li Xingchen washed the rag, seeing that Jiang Cong had already stretched out his hand to wait, he ran over with small steps, and was about to stuff it into his hand, when suddenly his eyes fell and he glanced at the inside of his arm.

I hadn't noticed before that there was a large scar on the inside of his forearm above his wrist.

That piece of skin was a little wrinkled, and the scar was irregular in shape, especially like a burn. It must have been for a long time. Now I noticed that this mark was a bit glaring and obvious on his cold white skin.

Li Xing paused for a moment, Jiang Cong lowered his eyelids, followed her scrutinizing eyes, saw the scar, raised his eyebrows slightly, and subconsciously tilted his arm.

His actions brought Li Xingshen back to his senses, and he handed the rag to him, without thinking too much, he asked casually, "Is the scar on your arm a burn?"

Mentioning the scar, Jiang Cong was in a daze for a moment, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed across his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the light in his eyes flickered, as if he remembered something in an instant.

But soon his brows relaxed, and he returned to normal. Jiang Cong didn't have any other reactions, and continued to move his hands, and said "um" in a calm manner.

But Li Xingchen frowned. She remembered that when she was a child, she was accidentally scalded by a boiling kettle once, and a blister formed in a small area. It hurt for a long time, and she didn't dare to think how much pain he had at that time.

Not long after, Jiang Cong got off the stool after wiping, raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes twice, "Why are you in a daze?"

Li Xingchen raised his eyes to look at him, and without thinking, he asked what he was thinking, "Did it hurt at that time?"

Jiang Cong froze, staring at hers with his long and narrow black eyes.

No one had asked him this question yet, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

And Li Xingchen regretted it after asking, because he was really afraid that he would say in a second: "Why, do you love me?"

She could automatically imagine his beating and slightly cynical expression and tone.

But even though Jiang never said it, she went through that scene in her mind.

It's over, it's really poisoned by him.

Before Jiang Cong said a word, he couldn't help being a little funny when he saw the little girl's changing expression, and the not-so-good mood between his brows was dispelled.

He pursed his lips lightly, shrugged his shoulders, and seemed not so relaxed with an indifferent expression, and answered her question: "Whether it hurts or not, that's all. It's over."

It was Li Xingchen's turn to be stunned.

Eh?It's different from what she thought
Why do I feel like I made a wrong bet?
Anyway, this person was unpredictable and didn't follow the routine, Li Xingshen nodded, stopped thinking about it, and bent down to move the stool.

Jiang Cong grabbed her wrist lightly.

Facts have proved that his mouth will only be late and not absent, "Why, do you care about me?"

"."

Li Xing thought silently in his heart, guessed a word wrong.

(End of this chapter)