Heart attack

Chapter 472
Tang Hong also raised his eyelids and regained his previous vigor: "Of course, I will always love every character in my writing."

The current expression is a relieved expression, Sheng Yan heaved a sigh of relief, handed her the milk, and took the opportunity to rub her fingertips.

But a light touch made Tang Hongyi startled, her face flushed slightly, but after only two weeks of seeing her, she seemed to have turned into an innocent girl.

She coughed and held the milk in the palm of her hand. The temperature of her fingers gradually warmed up. Tang Hong also raised her eyes, feeling like she was coming home.

As long as there is a feast, it is home.

"Go to bed early." Sheng Yan held the milk and waved her hand towards the stairs, signaling her to go back.

But before she went down, someone came out from there.

Immediately looking over, Guanghang held the teacup and glanced at the two people with some doubts: "Mr. Sheng, Mr. Tang."

"Hello." Sheng Yan was polite, but there was an imperceptible resistance in his tone.

As he said, he did a lot of homework before coming here, and naturally he would not miss the programs he should watch. Of course, he also saw Tang Hongyi's actions towards him.

No...it's mainly Guanghang's actions against Tang Hongyi.

There was a strong desire in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was plotting against Tang Hongyi.

Although he didn't think he would lose, he didn't want anyone to miss Tang Hongyi either.

"Teacher Guang, why don't you go to bed so late?" Tang Hong also took a sip of milk, and the sweet taste spread.

"I was reading the book you recommended, I accidentally read it fascinated, and I am thinking about whether to sleep at night."

Guang Hang kept the distance between the two of them calmly, picked up the coffee bag, tilted his head and asked, "Did you want coffee just now?"

"I'm thinking about it, but I don't need it now." Tang Hong also finished the milk in the cup.

He said hello and refilled his coffee.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned his head and found that Tang Hong was also holding a water glass and standing next to Sheng Yan, waiting. Sheng Yan didn't speak, and occasionally took a sip of milk.

The two of them stood side by side, and there was a kind of tranquility. Tang Hong also tilted his head, and his movements were so intimate that he could touch Sheng Yan's arm, but no one felt that there was a problem.

Guang Hang hesitated to speak, but still didn't say anything, and took the lead to leave with the cup in his hand.

When the people left, Tang Hong also washed the cup in the sink. Before the cup was washed, Sheng Yan's hand stretched in, and at the same time his cup.

The cup is for temporary use, a black mug, and coincidentally, what she is holding in her hand is a white mug with the same frame.

Tang Hong also pursed his lips and smiled, and would secretly bump his hand in the sink while washing the cups.

"Oh, barley...Hello, Mr. Sheng." Xiang Qin came out and was startled when he saw the two of them.

Tang Hong was even more frightened, and hurriedly stretched out his hands from the sink, carrying rows of water marks on the table.

"Teacher Xiang." She called out politely, and put the water glass in a fixed position.

Xiang Qin didn't pay attention there. After getting his things on the sofa, he waved his hand and went back to the room.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but Sheng Yan laughed silently, took a towel to wipe off the water on the table: "Teacher Tang, your clothes are wet."

The water stains from just now were still sprinkled on her body, and the white gauze skirt was attached to her waist, smudged all over.

She raised her eyes to meet the gaze of the feast, and the heat burst out in the beautiful air. Tang Hong also turned around immediately and said, "I'll go up and change."

"Please."

This tone is like speaking at home.

Tang Hongyi complained as she went upstairs quickly, and she was relieved when she entered the room. She put the camera cover on completely, and then changed into a set of convenient clothes. Looking at this white gauze dress, her throat felt inexplicably hot.

(End of this chapter)