My wife is squeamish

Chapter 221 An Zhi, Don't Make Mess

Although her family is excellent and her head teacher has been changed, the current head teacher also thinks that she is still young and not suitable for such a big pressure.

"Brother, do you think I'm the kind of person who can't bear the pressure?"

Two months after the start of the first year of junior high school, the class formally ran for the class monitor, but An Zhi was never elected. He was extremely wronged, holding Gong Zhan with his little hands, and barely buried his small face in his chest.

Already 1.7 meters eight, Gong Zhan's upper body is naked, and only a large towel is casually wrapped around his waist. His body has beautiful lines and clear texture, and a drop of water slips from the tip of his hair.

It slid down along the outline, and finally fell to the ground, submerged in the soft carpet.

A face, even more handsome than two years ago, with impeccable facial features, deeper eyes, dark pupils, all of which are alluring others.

In the past two years, not only girls but also boys have confessed to him.

It's just that at this moment, this domineering young master is looking down at the girl who is holding his hand and rubbing her face with unlovely eyes.

There was a trace of strangeness in Mo Mo's eyes unconsciously, and he coughed lightly, "Anzhi, don't make trouble."

"I didn't make a fuss, I just wanted to be the class monitor, and my grades are so good." An Zhi didn't notice that the little brother was different from usual, and was still rubbing his face hard.

As usual, try to act like a baby.

She wanted to be comforted by her little brother.

A 14-year-old boy, all the functions of his body are already sound, Gong Zhan has a tight and handsome face, and he is about to be driven crazy by the little guy.

After several pushes, she failed to push her away, but instead brought her closer.

He had no choice but to lift An Zhi up and throw her on the bed, with one knee on the bed, his hands next to her ears, and condescendingly leaning over her.

Eyes met her, thin lips parted slightly, "Listen, lie down here for me, and I'll go change my clothes."

In front of the beauty, An Zhi swallowed hard, nodded in a daze, "Okay."

"Good boy." Gong Zhan got up from her body, turned and went to the cloakroom.

An Zhi lay on the bed for a while, feeling a little bored. She covered her mouth and yawned, then rubbed her body back and forth onto the pillow.

Pull over the quilt, bury yourself in it, and sleep.

When Gong Zhan came back after changing, she was already hugging the quilt and snoring.

Holding his forehead helplessly, "An Zhi, An Zhi, get up, you haven't finished your homework yet, why are you falling asleep?"

An Zhi was a little unhappy when she was woken up, she pouted and said in a sticky voice, "I'm sleepy."

"Get up first, finish your homework before going to bed." Gong Zhan pushed her, his long and bony fingers touched the smooth and tender skin, he seemed to be scalded by something, and hurriedly retracted.

But he couldn't help twisting it again, as if he was reminiscing about the touch just now.

"I don't want to write, little brother, help Zhizhi write, good night." An Zhi began to play tricks, and closed his eyes after speaking, refusing to open them desperately.

Gong Zhan stared at her moist red lips for a while, lifted the quilt, wrapped her in it, carried her up, and threw it into her own room.

Then, resigned to her fate, she went back to finish her homework, and then helped her with her math homework.

Anzhi's numbers were learned from him, so the handwriting is almost the same. He has helped her write many times, and the teacher has not discovered it.

It's just that he can't help her with Chinese.

Their fonts are different.

An Zhi has low strength and the font is also feminine. He can imitate the font, but not the strength.

When turning a corner, he always increases his strength habitually, and the font becomes domineering. Anyone with a discerning eye will know that it was not written by a girl.

So, he couldn't help her with this.

　I finally wrote that Anzhi is in junior high school, ahem, good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)