Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 286 Yi Jialan’s Visit (1)
"Oh." He replied coldly, dragged out his schoolbag from Yunqing's desk pocket, walked to Jiujiu's desk, put his schoolbag in Jiujiu's desk pocket, and took Xiao Jiujiu stuffed his schoolbag into his desk pocket.

Yun Qing's face was ugly, and she took her schoolbag from Lan Zhongwen's desk pocket.

The schoolbags of the whole class were swapped, only Jiujiu's schoolbag was not changed, and she still couldn't catch her pigtails, Lan Zhongwen sneered, Xiao Jiujiu, just wait for me.

Jiujiu washed the paint off his head with water. In the bathroom, there were Lu Ying and Su Ru, who were also in a panic. The three laughed while washing their hair. Today's farce will definitely be funny when you think about it in the future.

After washing off the paint indiscriminately, the three of them had no towels, so they had to wipe their hair with paper towels. Each of them curled up and wrapped their hair. When they felt that the water was almost absorbed by the paper towels, they took them apart.

The color of the hair was resolved, but the paint on the clothes could not be resolved, and there was a strong smell of alcohol.

The three of them had no choice but to go to class immediately, and it was too late to go home and change clothes, so they had to bite the bullet and go back to class.

A few participants in the game, like Jiujiu, sat in the classroom wearing a colorful school uniform, causing constant laughter.

Lu Ying and Su Ru are alright, they are in the second class, they are at the same table, and they can be companions, but she is more miserable, she is the only girl in color.

Walking down from the podium, Lan Zhongwen stretched out his feet to block her way, his legs were straight and long, Hengzi was in front of Jiujiu, knowingly asked: "Jiujiu, my schoolbag seems to be missing."

With a guilty conscience, Jiujiu replied weakly, "Really?"

"Yeah, where do you think my schoolbag will go? And this schoolbag in my desk pocket looks familiar. I don't know whose it belongs to. It doesn't look pleasing to the eye. Can I throw it away?"

Jiujiu looked down at the schoolbag in his desk pocket, and almost knocked off her eyes in shock. How could her schoolbag be in Lan Zhongwen's desk pocket?
Lan Zhongwen propped his head, and said with a troubled expression, "Jiujiu, you said this schoolbag, did some girl who had a crush on me put it in my desk pocket on purpose? Use this to confess to me?"

"Get lost, that's my schoolbag." Jiujiu pulled out her schoolbag, causing Lan Zhongwen to burst into laughter. At the end, she deliberately explained: "I don't know why my schoolbag came to you, but , definitely not by me."

"Okay, I believe you." Even though he said that, the smile in his eyes did not diminish, making it clear that he was deliberately playing tricks on her.

Jiujiu came to his senses and hit him with a schoolbag, "Okay, you dare to play me."

Lan Zhongwen laughed loudly, clutching his stomach, "Who told you to be so stupid! You don't do things properly, typical anticlimactic, all kinds of clumsy loopholes, a discerning person can catch your pigtails at a glance."

After thinking about all this, Jiujiu couldn't help but smile, and was glared at by Lan Zhongwen, who patted the note in front of her eyes, "Can you read this note?"

The handwriting is not good-looking at all, and it is filled in left and right, which is completely nonsense and incomprehensible.

Jiujiu clasped his hands, lowered his eyebrows, and looked like a little daughter-in-law who was wronged, "I admit that my notes may only be understood by myself, but this is definitely not lazy. I have worked hard and often go to The library is looking at the materials."

This semester, she has never been lazy. At most, she reads materials in the library and falls asleep while watching. She doesn’t have such a strong desire to study. It can’t be her fault. People are born with their own strengths, and she will Painting, not learning, can only take care of one of the two, which belongs to the helplessness of helplessness.

Lan Zhongwen closed his eyes, calmed down his anger, and then raised his eyelids again, looking at her quietly, "It's really a wrong decision for you to study law."

Jiujiu nods her head like a dog, it's true, she is a law-blind person who doesn't have much interest in these rules and regulations, she doesn't have the ambition to conquer the law, and she doesn't have the arrogance to stand above the clouds, the law is nothing to her Like my aunt's wish, but not hers.

Lan Zhongwen shook his head, opened Qin Zhouyu's notes, looked at the textbook, opened some other materials, and began to give her a lecture.

Jiujiu listened carefully, time passed quickly, in a blink of an eye, it was sunset, the boy in front of the tea table was reading a book, the girl was reading materials and taking notes, the ceiling fan above his head was whistling slowly, rolled up the paper on the coffee table, and walked lightly. dance.

The two looked at each other occasionally, and then continued to look down at their own books. Maybe this is companionship. When two people stay together, they don't feel bored or dull. As long as they are by each other's side, no matter what they do, they feel that it is A kind of companionship.

Gradually, a few days passed, and Jiujiu lived in tutoring every day. He said he was tired, but he was not tired, but he said it was easy and not easy, so he lived in a tepid way.

An Cen and Lu Ying have already returned to the mainland. The weather in August is the most tormenting. It is hot and long. The medicine on Jiujiu's back was changed again and again, and finally peeled off, and a new fair skin grew.

She now wears a loose t-shirt every day, and the shorts are covered in the t-shirt. It looks like she is not wearing pants. Her calves are long and thin. Anyone who passes by her will be amazed by her calves. It can be said that the rate of return is 100%. .

Her hair grew again, and Lan Zhongwen told her to sit on the balcony. The weather at five o'clock in the afternoon is not so hot anymore, but the days are longer than the nights in summer, and the sky is full of large fiery red clouds, just like a romantic All kinds of girls are dancing.

Lan Zhongwen fixed his face, focused his eyebrows and eyes, and helped her cut her hair again. Jiujiu smiled with dark eyes, "Lan Huaer, you are so versatile, you can even cut hair."

Lan Zhongwen pursed his lips, and showed her the haircut scissors in his hand, "What's so difficult about it, just use the haircut scissors to cut it symmetrically, and it doesn't require any technical content."

"Wow." Jiujiu exclaimed, "Why don't I cut it for you later? Your hair has grown too, so it's time to cut it."

"No." Lan Zhongwen rebuffed straight away, "I don't believe you. Boys cut their hair with that razor. If you shake your hand, you will shave off a piece of my scalp."

"No way, even if you don't believe me, you still have to believe in my artistic hands, right? We have a unique and sharp aesthetic sense, and we guarantee to help you cut the most handsome, amazing people will not pay for their lives."

"No." He still refused, speaking righteously, "Even if I can trust your artistic hands, I can't trust your head that breaks at any time. If your head gets hot, I will become a dead soul gone."

(End of this chapter)