her smile is sweet

Chapter 52 What disease?Neuropathy!

He Qi's hot and slightly damp big hand wrapped Little Miaomiao's fleshy little hand, and slowly landed on the notebook.

Little Miaomiao watched in amazement as the nib made pen marks on the notebook.

After teaching Xiao Miaomiao how to hold the pen, He Qi wrote down a few lines of numbers in the notebook, and traced a few dots with the pen.

Connect the dots with a pencil to form the number one.

He Qi pointed to the number on the notebook, "Maomao, this is the number one."

"Is one a finger?" Little Miaomiao stretched out a little index finger in front of He Qi.

"Yes." He Qi pursed his lips, his obsidian-like eyes filled with doting on the little Miaomiao, "What do you think this one looks like?"

Little Miaomiao stared blankly at the words on the notebook for a few seconds. She raised her little hand to grab her hair, but before she could touch her head, a sharp object poked it.

"Aww!" Little Miaomiao yelled, she spread her small hand to look at the thing stuck to her, she looked at the pen in her hand, and then looked at the one on the notebook.

The big black grape-like eyes suddenly lit up, "I've done a few, it's like a Jiegen pen."

"Well, little meow is great!"

He Qi held Xiao Miaomiao's little hand, drew one by one along the dots drawn on the notebook, and took Xiao Miaomiao to write a few, and Xiao Miaomiao's writing was straight and beautiful.

After writing a few times, little Miaomiao can no longer write with He Qi supporting her, and write with her head down while holding the automatic pen.

He Qi looked at the side face of the little girl who was serious about writing, his eyes softened, the serious villain is the most beautiful.

Little Miaomiao is very beautiful in itself, but now with a serious expression, the cute little face is even more charming.

Although a two-year-old girl should not be described as beautiful, in He Qi's eyes, little Miaomiao has always been beautiful.

……

Halfway through the self-study class, the boys in the class came back one after another.

He was so handsome before, but now he is so embarrassed.

Without exception, they all had red faces, wet and messy hair like a chicken coop, their sleeves rolled up high, and their shirts were worn as vests.

"Where did you move the bricks?"

The first boy came in, and when he passed by the girls in the first row, he was stopped by the girl, "Why did you go?"

The boy was so tired that he gasped and said, "I'm cleaning the dormitory."

"Is cleaning the dormitory so tiring?" the girl asked suspiciously.

The boy waved his hand to signal her not to ask any more questions.

He is now so hot and thirsty that his throat is about to smoke.

Tired of cleaning the dorm?

tired!
Almost exhausted!
Tired than playing basketball!
The dormitory that usually looks not too dirty has hidden problems as soon as it is cleaned.

Dirty clothes and stinky socks under the bed, garbage bags in the desk drawer, and the trash can behind the door had a bad smell because it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

However, this is only the tip of the iceberg.

Little Miaomiao was also attracted by the sound of them coming in, and she looked up at the people who came in.

"Qigege, are they happy?"

"Is little Miao Miao hot?" He Qi asked back.

The air conditioner was blowing in the classroom, so it wasn't too hot. Xiao Miaomiao shook her head, "Not happy, very motherly."

"Well, that's not hot."

"Why does Spicy Tamoe use a spicy fan?" Xiao Miaomiao asked, pointing at a boy who was using a textbook as a fan.

"He is sick."

"Is Shengma sick?"

"Neuropathy."

The boy who fanned the wind: "..."

　There is one more chapter, and it takes almost an hour to write a chapter, and I am enough, crying~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)