sweet love

Chapter 11

Song Xixi ate a meal of fried chestnuts.

Clutching her red forehead, pearls glowed in her eye sockets: "How could you hit me!"

"I'm your legal husband, so you can't go too far!" Tang Zhihuan's face turned black with anger, he knew that Song Xixi's brain was not working well, but he didn't see it so badly after getting married.

The atmosphere was deadlocked for a while, the man took a deep breath, stared at the angry girl, and eased his tone: "Fortunately, I am not your teacher, otherwise I will really be mad at you."

Song Xixi pursed her mouth, but her body involuntarily moved into Tang Zhihuan's arms out of thin air, and was hugged by the depressed man.

"What's wrong with me?"

The man whispered: "This is the power of technology, the power of IQ."

"..."

"Look at the third multiple-choice question..."

After finishing the last question, Tang Zhihuan felt relieved.

Song Xixi stretched her waist, not daring to move her head.

The man looked at her suspiciously: "What kind of demon?"

The girl snorted twice, touched her forehead, which had long been relieved of pain, and pursed her lips: "My mind is full of knowledge now, so I can't mess around, or the knowledge will be messed up."

"..." The man twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You can't remember if you don't shake."

Song Xixi refused to accept it: "Who said that?"

Tang Zhihuan looked at her stubborn little face, then slowly looked down and landed on her body, and then smiled with thin lips, "Song Xixi, so you are still developing in college."

"..." Song Xixi hugged her hands in embarrassment and indignation, and stared at him blushingly: "Rogue, where are you looking!"

The man laughed lowly and teased: "What are you covering, I've seen all the bare ones."

"Sven scum!"

Tang Zhihuan raised his eyebrows, with a deep smile in his long eyes: "Why, you don't like it?"

Song Xixi choked up, pursed her lips and did not hum.

After entertaining for a while, Tang Zhihuan felt much more relaxed, and gracefully pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, fully showing what a gentle scum is, and then picked up the paper: "Would you like to bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"The problem I just mentioned, I will choose one at random. If you can't solve it, you will lose."

Song Xixi blinked: "What will happen if you lose?"

"There is a punishment."

"Win?"

"There is a reward."

Song Xixi stared at him and thought about it for a while. Tang Zhihuan explained it very carefully just now, and she should understand every question: "Come when you come, don't be afraid of anyone!"

"Multiple choice question eighth."

The man pushed the paper and gracefully supported his forehead with one hand.

Being a tutor for Song Xixi is more tiring than doing research in a laboratory.

Song Xixi looked at the question, and the answer flashed out of his mind, "Choose C!"

Tang Zhihuan narrowed his long eyes and retorted softly: "The process."

"Process..." Song Xixi turned over a new page of draft paper, drew the illustrations neatly on the draft paper, and fell into deep thought.

Which step did Tang Zhihuan do first?
He tapped his head and quickly wrote the word "Xie" next to the picture.

Ten minutes later, Tang Zhihuan picked up her draft paper, and there was still only a clean word "Xie" on it.

"Admit defeat?"

"..."

The little girl can bend and stretch, Song Xixi nodded her head sincerely.

"The first step is to calculate gravity..."

Tang Zhihuan explained it completely again, and the girl in his arms cleared up her doubts, then slowly raised her head and looked at him with fascinated eyes: "You are so amazing!"

"It's useless to show favor, it's up to you to accept the punishment."

punish?

Before she could move, Tang Zhihuan's hand grabbed the back of her neck, pressing down on his breath, and then her lower lip hurt.

With her heart pounding, Song Xixi instinctively wanted to resist.

(End of this chapter)