Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Song Huaiju heard a sweet and greasy voice and called softly "teacher song."

He lowered his voice, with a unique tenderness in his voice, "I'm here."

Lin Jinan's lips hook a successful smile, he will start to do things.

So, the hand of the small toys, mercilessly sent in.

A small voice, breathless and depressed, called out three words, "song Huaiju..."

Like satisfaction, like pain.

There are a lot of emotions, complicated intertwined.

Song Huaiju hung up the phone in a hurry. If he listened to it again, he would not be able to return to the classroom.

On the platform, the song classroom, which turned back and wrote on the blackboard, was red in both ears, as in drinking too much wine, even his face was red.

Lin Jinan kneels on the bed, looking at the man in the picture, with deep love in his eyes.

Song Huaiju, the teacher's dormitory building, sat alone in the living room after class.

On the tea table, there is a bottle of open red wine.

He seldom drinks. He is a one-time drinker.

During the day, the young man's cry made his blood boil.

Song Huaiju was drunk, half sober and half confused.

After all, sensibility prevails over reason. He dials the phone and lies on his back on the sofa to listen to someone's voice.

"Hello, Miss Song." Lin Jinan heard the obvious wrong breath, and tried to say, "did you drink?"

"Well." Song Huaiju for a long time, then slow to respond to a voice, he changed a posture, with his hand on his forehead.

"How much did you drink? Where are you now? " Lin Jinan's heart is a little tight, song Huaiju is like a piece of ham coated with honey, and there are people everywhere who crave his body.

What should he do if he drinks wine outside and is watched by others?

"At home." Song Huaiju chuckled, his brain was not very smart, "want, want..."

Knowing that he was at home, Lin felt relieved, but in the next second, he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his ears.

On the other end of the phone, who is the man who is coquettish by drunkenness?

Yes, it's a little cute. I want to get some sun.

"Song Huaiju, what do you want?" Lin Jinan asked in a low voice. There was light in his eyes.

The phone call during the day was not in vain.

Song Huaiju was asked. He couldn't answer the students' questions for the first time. It took a little time to think about it.

"Song Huaiju, teacher song, should be honest." "What do you want?"

Song Huaiju felt that he was hypnotized. His nerves relaxed. He did not go through the brain when he spoke. He followed his heart and said, "I want you."

"Wait for me at home, and I'll see you right away." Lin Jinan finished, and when there was a response, he cut off the phone.

After being drunk, Professor Song was very honest, different from the serious man.

One is ascetic, and the other is indulgence.

Lin Jinan wrapped in a long windbreaker and hurried out of the door.

Teachers' dormitory building is no warden and security personnel, Lin Jinan smoothly touched the building, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Knock on the door in the silent night, appears to be particularly big, the empty corridor echoed.

The heartbeat is very loud. Lin Jinan is outside the door and swallows.

No accident. I'm going to drive up to the top of the mountain tonight. I have to fill up the gas pedal. Otherwise, I will get stuck in the middle of the mountain.