National school grass pet is addicted

Chapter 220 Are You Hot?

"This..." Qian Xia hastily handed out a stack of lists in her hand, "This is, Mrs. Zhang let me..."

"Okay, I see." He could always guess what she was going to say, so he interrupted her without waiting for her to speak, "You wait for me here first, I'll take a shower."

She glanced at the set of pajamas in his hand, couldn't help but blushed, and said hastily: "I, I'll..."

"Just wait here, I'll be fine soon." Shi Cheng raised his chin, and his tone could not refuse.

She could only nod her head in agreement, walked to the sofa and sat down.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and she touched her face, it was hot.

Soon, the sound of water stopped, and the door of the bathroom was pushed open, bringing with it a mist of hot water.

Qian Xia's fingers holding the list involuntarily tightened, and the list wrinkled together.

"You..." She only felt her cheeks burning hot, Shi Cheng only wore a bath towel around her lower body, which was still loose, and the mermaid line on her lower abdomen stretched down and was hidden in the bath towel, which made people think about it.

As for the upper body, the tight but not exaggerated chest muscles are in close contact with the air. If this scene is a painting, then this is like a picture of a beautiful man getting out of the bath.

"Shanzi." Shi Cheng still had the iceberg face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, with a serious expression that couldn't be more serious.

This made Qian Xia feel ashamed.

Ren Shicheng didn't care about being looked at at all, but she was still thinking about messy things in her heart.

What a shame!

"Here, here!" She hastily handed over the list, and quickly moved her eyes away from Shi Cheng.

It doesn't matter if she has a handsome face, and her figure is so heaven-defying.Look at her again... Qian Xia looked down at her mediocre airport, and suddenly felt in her heart that God is so unfair.

"This one is discounted, and these pieces of furniture are gifts from the furniture company, so there is no need to deduct them." Shicheng pointed out the mistakes to her, and then asked: "Isn't the steward Shi responsible for this? How did you bring it here?"

"The housekeeper, he, he's been too busy recently, so Mrs. Zhang took care of the matter. But, but Mrs. Zhang's arithmetic is not good. So just, just let me..."

"Your arithmetic is not necessarily good." Shi Cheng glanced at her lightly: "This place is obviously wrong."

He pointed at a wrong place, and Qian Xia's face turned red.

Three thousand plus five thousand, she actually counted it as six thousand.And just a second ago, she said Mrs. Zhang's arithmetic was bad, and she slapped herself in the face mercilessly.

"Change what I just pointed out, and the final number should be fine."

"Okay." She quickly agreed, but she, who has always been proud of her good memory, forgot which lists Shicheng just mentioned.

Qian Xia bit her lower lip and looked at Shi Cheng in shame.

"What?" Shi Cheng frowned slightly.

"Just, just now, which places did you say were wrong?"

"Xu Qianxia..." Shi Cheng sighed, "You are so stupid, it is a miracle that you can grow so big."

"I, I..." She felt that her ears were turning red, because not only her cheeks, but also her ears felt hot.

"Shut up." Shi Cheng said impatiently.

Just as Qian Xia felt aggrieved, Shi Cheng took the form and pen in her hand.

Looking up, Shi Cheng has already started to correct her mistakes with a pen.

His hair hadn't been blown yet, it was only half-dried with a towel. At the tip of his hair, a few drops of water were gradually getting bigger, and soon fell on his shoulders, sliding down slowly.

Qian Xia swallowed subconsciously, and quickly looked away.

She was really afraid that Shi Cheng would find out if she continued to look at her nympho.

In the room, there was only the sound of Shicheng writing on paper with a pen.

Qian Xia suddenly remembered Zheng Limo's words.

If she takes pictures of Shicheng now, she can get No.3000 in the 1-meter long-distance race.If she gets No.1, Ma Ya will delete the recording, so Qiao Na will not know that Zhong Fu Zheyu likes her.

When Shi Cheng was concentrating on thinking, he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. If she secretly took pictures, Shi Cheng would never notice!
This is the best and only chance.

Qian Xia secretly moved her hand into her pocket, and after touching her pocket, she realized that she had left her mobile phone in the room and did not bring it with her.

She bit her lower lip in frustration, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a mobile phone on the coffee table in front of her, which belonged to Shicheng!
Qian Xia bravely turned her head to look at Shi Cheng, and asked cautiously: "I don't have my phone, can you borrow it..."

"Take it." Shi Cheng was too lazy to listen to her stuttering, so he took the phone and threw it to her.

Qian Xia took the phone narrowly with all hands and feet.

"Then, I'll use it." She asked in a soft voice, but Shi Cheng didn't even lift his head, as if he was doing some calculations in his head.
She took a deep breath and turned on the camera function.

Fortunately, she was sitting in the right position for a sneak shot. Just in case, she only dared to take a sneak shot, and then hurriedly sent the photo to her mobile phone by MMS.After the sending was successful, she quickly deleted the MMS again.

She swears, she has never sent MMS so fast.

"Use, use it."

Just as Qian Xia put down her phone, Shi Cheng just finished correcting the data and handed her the list.

"Are you hot?" Shi Cheng looked at her strangely: "Why is there so much sweat on your forehead?"

"Yes, is there?" She reached out and wiped her forehead, only to find that her forehead was covered with cold sweat—from being nervous during the candid filming.

"Hurry up and take a shower, it stinks to death." Shi Cheng said, got up and walked to the bedroom with a look of disgust.

She lowered her head, said "yes", turned around and quickly left the room and closed the door behind her.

She has long been familiar with Shi Cheng's dislike of her, and she is more afraid of Shi Cheng's anger at her than Shi Cheng's dislike of her.

But what she didn't know was that after the door closed, Shi Cheng, who was walking towards the bedroom, immediately stood up.

He turned around slowly, staring at the mobile phone lying quietly on the coffee table like a torch.

"Let me see, what the hell are you doing." He narrowed his eyes slightly, walked to the coffee table and turned on his phone.

In the recently opened software, there are only cameras and text messages.

He opened the text message first, and it was still the same as before. When he turned on the camera, Shi Cheng's eyes involuntarily curved up.

In the phone album, there is a photo of him just now.

Thinking about it, that girl should have secretly photographed herself, and then sent the photo by MMS.

He knew how brave Xu Qianxia was, so he wasn't worried that Xu Qianxia would spread the photos.

For some reason, his originally depressed mood suddenly improved a little bit.

The next day.

As soon as Qian Xia entered the classroom, a figure rushed towards her.

Before she could dodge in time, she was hugged by Zheng Limo, almost breathless.

"Let go, let go quickly." She was really breathless.

Zheng Limo finally let go of her hand, looked at her with admiration and said, "Qianxia, ​​I admire you so much, I love you so much! In my lifetime, I can actually see the time..."

Qian Xia's heart tightened, and she quickly reached out and tightly covered Zheng Limo's mouth.

The passing classmates gave them a strange look.

Zheng Limo covered her mouth belatedly.

She almost slipped the story about Shi Chengguo Zhao.

"Don't say any more!" Qian Xia warned solemnly, without stuttering at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I know I'm wrong!" Zheng Limo stuck out her tongue and lowered her voice, "They are all satisfied, but you don't have any photos of Han Junxu..."

Qianxia immediately listened to one head and two big ones.

"Can't...just give it to one? Shicheng's, isn't it enough?"

"Oh! Some of them are not fans of Senior Shicheng, but Han Junxu's hardcore fans. If you can bargain, I won't make things difficult for you, don't you think so? Anyway, you secretly took pictures of Senior Shicheng Now, isn’t Han Junxu’s photo at your fingertips?” Zheng Limo laughed “hehe” twice, and added: “Anyway, this is not the first time you have taken pictures of Han Junxu.”

Qian Xia suddenly remembered that when she first met Zheng Limo, she and Li Xunran asked her to take an ugly photo of Han Junxu.

It is precisely because of this that Han Junxu has misunderstood that she likes him for a long time.

"I……"

"Okay! Don't hesitate! You can go to him when the class breaks! You have already taken a step forward, so don't back down from me at this time!"

Looking at Zheng Limo's big eyes, Qianxia closed her eyes resolutely, and nodded heavily.

The No.1 that I have to take, even if I am kneeling, I have to take Han Junxu's fruit photo!

Great break.

The students in the corridor of class A of the second year were fighting with each other. Some people were surrounded by several people at the back door of the classroom, squatting on the ground and shivering.

"Isn't your company just listed in country M and it's amazing? Huh? Awesome, what are you afraid of?" The boy with a cropped head said viciously, and then he lifted his foot and put the boy on the ground on the back Kicked hard.

"Hmm—" the boy let out a low hum in pain.

"Yo? The young master feels pain!" Cun Tou laughed loudly.

"Eldest young master, you are thin-skinned and tender, can you be gentle on your feet?" The boy with the watermelon haircut pretended to give Cuntou a look, "Let me call you, what kind of strength is reasonable."

As the watermelon-headed boy said, he raised his foot and removed it from the boy's head.

Just when his foot was about to step on the boy's head, a mobile phone hit the watermelon head boy's leg heavily.

"Ah—it hurts to death!" Watermelon retracted her feet with a headache, and turned around angrily, "Who! Who threw the phone?"

"Me!" Han Junxu stood up from his seat, staring at him coldly, with a little irritability: "How many times have I said, don't fucking disturb me to sleep, are you deaf or amnesia?"

"I... President, it's all my fault! It's all my fault!" Watermelon Head said, and slapped himself twice hard on the face.

(End of this chapter)