Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

As soon as Zi Lingxi arrived in front of Huang Luoxiu, she was easy to coquettishly.

I can't help but want to be coquettish.

If you feel that high numbers are difficult, you can also talk to your brother.

She can tell her brother what she thinks.

Coquettish.

Huang Luoxiu looked at her frowning and touched her hair, comforting: "High numbers are a bit different from your high school mathematics feelings. Slowly, you will become enlightened and you will understand these concepts. "

Zi Lingxi felt that her brother would accompany her on self-study, she would be bored and would waste time.

Of course she wanted her brother to talk more to her.

Zi Lingxi turned his eyes, "Brother, when you went to college, did your grades be particularly good, or if you help me explain, this is the post-class question."

Zi Lingxi said, her eyes gleaming brightly, and she looked forward to Huang Luoxiu in this way.

Huang Luoxiu could not bear to make Zi Lingxi unhappy.

Looking at her look, he said: "Okay."

He didn't accompany Zi Lingxi for a holiday, and he felt a little guilty. He was afraid that the girl was not happy. At this time, it was just a lecture. Naturally, there is no problem.

Zi Lingxi smiled happily when he heard his brother's words, "That brother, please watch it for a while, I will go to the bathroom."

She was a little suffocated just now, but she was afraid that when her brother came, she would not be able to find her, so she insisted until now.

After a while, her brother gave a topic to her. The atmosphere is so good, she should not go to the bathroom halfway.

Zi Lingxi went to the bathroom, and Huang Luoxiu opened the high number of textbooks.

Although all graduated for a long time, Huang Luoxiu is still very familiar with textbooks.

Just a little look, I know how to explain to Zi Lingxi.

He was ready to write down the key points for her.

Huang Luoxiu took out a book from Zi Lingxi's schoolbag and took out a pen to open it.

But at this time, he saw a piece of paper in her notebook with a poem written on it, a poem by a famous poet.

Quite poetic, but with a sense of ambiguity.

Huang Luoxiu's expression changed, the handwriting was definitely not Zi Lingxi's, it looked like a boy's handwriting.

Huang Luoxiu glanced at a glare.

His fingers squeezed the paper and all his hands stretched, and the surrounding air temperature also dropped.

There was a faint breath.

Zi Lingxi quickly came out of the bathroom, excitedly returned to the study room, and then sat down next to Huang Luoxiu.

She couldn't help but smile.

She wiped her hands and looked at Huang Luoxiu, but she found that her brother's expression was a little cold. To be exact, it was very cold, very cold.

Let her sit next to it, there is a feeling of being frozen.

Zi Lingxi smiled and smiled, and said carefully: "Brother, what's wrong?"

In fact, she was still very afraid of Huang Luoxiu being angry.

At this time, Zi Lingxi couldn't help but lower her voice.

Huang Luoxiu looked sideways at Zi Lingxi, his eyes a little deep, and there seemed to be a vortex condensed inside, like a storm.

Faced with such a look, Zi Lingxi's heart trembled, and she said with a trembling: "Brother..."

Huang Luoxiu looked at Zi Lingxi's expression, closed his eyes, and suppressed his emotions.

He couldn't release these emotions to Zi Lingxi, he seemed to scare her.

Zi Lingxi did not know what happened to Huang Luoxiu. She was anxious and some wanted to cry, "Brother, am I doing something wrong?"

Do not know why, Zi Lingxi looked at Huang Luoxiu like this, and had an urge to cry.

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