The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 793

Able to score a score that satisfies him.

The young man sitting on the other side twitched the corners of his lips at him, smiling with a victor’s sarcasm.

Feng Chengxiao gave the other party a look in return, and then tried to be courteous,

“Are you thirsty, honey? Are you tired from doing the test papers? Do you want to eat something? Milk or Coke, honey?”

The little boy looked like a wooden stake. The idiot sat there without even raising his head,

“No.”

He seemed to be frustrated by the topic, so his tone was a little fierce, like a little kitten in a grumpy mood, and his soft pads were lit up. Claws,

“You’re so hot, stay away from me.”

Feng Chengxiao’s face fell while he was halfway opening his screen.

On the other side, Fu Hanzhou’s lips widened and his voice was low,

“Wife——”

Before he could finish his words, the soft and fierce voice sounded again,

“You are also hot, so stay away from me. ”

Fu Hanzhou: “…”

Feng Chengxiao laughed out loud on the spot.

After a while, Fu Hanzhou, who was holding the wrong question book in his hand, and Feng Chengxiao, who was disheveled, were rushed to the other side of the room.

In front of the dark wood-colored desk, only that slender figure was left, holding his little head in great distress, trying to solve the problem there.

Occasionally when I get tired of doing it, I will pick up the cup and take a few sips of water.

Then he continued to hold the pen in his hand and started writing again.

22:20.

It was Jiang Luoluo’s sleep time. He yawned, put away all the things in his hands, and climbed into bed urged by his biological clock.

Before lying down to sleep, he carefully grabbed the quilt and covered himself completely.

Like a little beast with its ears pricked up, alert and cute,

“After I go to bed later, you two won’t steal my things again, right?”

Two people were standing by the bed, one on the left and one on the right, like bed gods guarding the bed.

Fu Hanzhou looked at him with eyes lowered, and his deep voice rang in the air,

“No, I will keep an eye on him.”

Feng Chengxiao twitched the corners of his lips and said sarcastically:

“I don’t know who started stealing first.”

“Young Master Fu, you should take care of yourself first.”

The tit-for-tat feeling between the two people became stronger again.

The young man holding the quilt in his hand looked from one to another, his eyes filled with moisture felt sleepy, and he slowly retracted himself into the quilt.

He was obviously still yawning, but he still threatened people with that fierce voice,

“If you two bully me again, I really won’t pay attention to you.”

“I’m not lying, you should be more careful.”

The last soft sound fell, and he had closed his eyes.

The long and curly eyelashes rested obediently under the eyes, casting a dark shadow.

She is fair-skinned and beautiful, and has a well-behaved sleeping face.

It was as if the little prince who had been pampered and pampered accidentally fell into a coma.

Then he lay on the large bed.

Waiting for someone to wake him up.

Then took his hand and left.

Neither of the two people standing beside the bed spoke.

The clear brilliance of the moonlight penetrated the layers of dark clouds, crossed the exquisite carved window lattice, and penetrated into the head through the small gap in the window that was not closed tightly.

After a long time, the two young men who were facing each other looked at each other.

The two eyes intertwined in the air, and after reaching an agreement, they walked out in unison.

By the way, he locked the door of the room.

The night wind took away the heat from the surface and felt particularly cool on the body.

The entire villa was almost sleeping in the blackness shrouded by the sky. On the garden terrace, two tall figures distanced themselves, and their aura of indifference was particularly strong.

“Let me let go? Feng Chengxiao, your words are as ridiculous as your actions.”

Fu Hanzhou’s voice was cold, and his cold phoenix eyes were filled with chill.

Feng Chengxiao sat on the wooden wicker chair, resting his arms on the armrests and tapping his fingertips lightly,

“Young Master Fu, you and I are different.”