Devil's Honey Baby

The woman has delicate makeup on her face, a rose cheongsam on her body and a White Damask on her arm.

Yao Jiang only felt that this woman was as beautiful and temperament as the women of the Republic of China who came out of TV.

Miss Li took her forward, "Hello, Mrs. Ji."

Qin Meihua came over, her eyes fell on her face and smiled gently, "is this the best student in your class?"

Miss Li nodded, "yes. Yao Jiang, his name is Mrs. Ji. "

Yao Jiang immediately called, "Mrs. Ji."

Qin Meihua smiled and said, "don't be so polite. Just call me aunt Ji."

"OK, aunt Ji."

Several people talked about the conversation and discussed the later study time. It was getting dark. Qin Meihua asked the driver to take them back.

Qin Meihua told Miss Li that Ji Zailin's grades were ridiculously poor and had been downgraded by three levels. If you go on like this, your life will be over.

So let Yao Jiang come after school every day. The time is two hours. There is a car pick-up. On weekends, it's all day, from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m.

And the make-up fee is very good, 20 yuan an hour.

I don't know how many times better Yao Jiang's manual work. She's very happy.

After returning, she told the dean that her mother and he Jianyu would come back later.

Neither of them was very willing. Although it was not too late at night, she was not at ease, but they were relieved after hearing that it was introduced by Miss Li.

He Jianyu just didn't want to. He didn't want her to work so hard.

Yao Jiang knows. She said it's okay. She should review her lessons by herself.

In this way, Yao Jiang went to Ji Zailin's house the next day.

The sun on this day is surprisingly good. When the car reaches the villa, the sun also shines on the city unscrupulously.

The villa is built in the suburbs with a good geographical location. The sun just covers it. It looks like a layer of gold from a distance.

Yao Jiang gets out of the car. Uncle Li asks her to go in directly. The young master is inside.

There was no teacher today. She was a little nervous, but she didn't show her composure. She just clenched the book in her hand.

In the living room, the wood floor is warmed by the sun, and the black leather sofa is placed in the middle of the living room. A teenager wearing a black shirt is sitting there, his right leg is pried on his left leg, his left leg is on the tea table, and his two arms are wide open, like a roc spreading its wings on the armrest of the sofa.

He had thick black hair, especially the front part, which almost covered his right eye. However, he didn't feel any obstacle. His dark eyes as black as jewels looked at her motionless, with frantic confidence.

Suddenly, Yao Jiang thought of a word in his mind, egoism.

Yes, that's the word. It's so appropriate.

Yao Jiang subconsciously stopped there and held the book more tightly.

She is a good student in the school, a good child in the orphanage, and she contacts this kind of people.

However, Ji Zailin's whole body is full of evil spirits, demons and bad breath, which makes her extremely dislike.

This makes Yao Jiang think of a technical school that he doesn't choose from their school. That's what the boys are like.

But those boys are wild and childish, and this boy is wild and natural, as if he should be.

Ji Zailin shook his legs, raised his fingers lazily, pointed to her, and then looked at Uncle Li coming in, "this is the little teacher my mother found?"