The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Taking back the line of sight, the professor took up his class.

"Everyone, the main content of our class is to review the task that was handed over to you last time. Everyone's architectural design, which classmates will show you their own first?"

The class of Tong Yan is a big lesson. The classroom people in the room accommodate hundreds of people. When the professor sounds, the whole classroom is echoing.

As soon as his words fell, several people confidently took their designs on the podium.

Tong Yan sat in her position, listening from the beginning to the end, quietly listening, without any interaction.

There are only a few books on her desktop, which should be all the courses that are going on today. Unlike other students who attend classes, there are plans on the desktop.

She did not bring the design work!

Shi Yanyang saw it at a glance!

I just don't know if she forgot to bring it, or she didn't design it.

The class is still going on.

On the stage, several students showed up and the podium returned to the previous professor.

“Which other students are willing to come up now?” The old professor wearing thick myopia glasses cleared his throat and asked again.

Under the stage, a dead silence.

The initiative has just passed, and now no one is on the stage.

"There is no way, since everyone is not happy, I can only name it!" The old professor’s eyes squinted on the face of the scene, his eyes swam in a very slow speed, and finally the place was fixed. It is the face of Tong Yan.

It is a city in Paris, a western country, and the students of the school are mainly blond Europeans.

No matter whether it is a look or a hair color, Tong Yan is the most eye-catching one. It is like a little red in the green plexus. It is difficult to ignore people.

Tong Yan’s gaze and his slamming, the calm face slightly changed, and the back was quite strong.

The old professor stared at her for a while, his lips were slowly moving, and he was ready to open his name. Shi Yanyang, who was sitting in a row in front of Tong Yan, was swept away toward him with a cold look.

Shi Yanyang’s eyes have always been warm and gentle. However, once they are sharp, they are cold and people are getting cold.

The professor looked at him and hit him. He only felt that his skin was hurt like a needle, and he quickly quit his name. He was swallowed back.

Deeply conditioning several times of breathing, the professor was helpless, and changed his words. "The boy on the left of the black-haired classmate came up to tell everyone about his design!"

The boy named is helpless, holding the book can only go to the podium in a boring direction.

The old professor sat in the first row, pushing his thick eyes and listening to the other party's speech. While thinking about the new things, he suddenly did not figure this out.

This is in the classroom, this is his home, why should he fear the eyes of a young boy?

I was so angry that I stood up and stood up, pointing my eyes at Tong Yan. He suddenly said, "You, today, did not bring the work to the person, go back and punish..."

What did he punish, but he did not finish it, and Shi Yanyang in the back row swept over in the direction of his eyes.

Compared to the previous sharpness, this time, his eyes directly turned into haze.

The professor was also awkward, and he had seen all the scenes. However, when he was stunned by him, he suddenly became short of breath.

"You, you..." The hand that pointed at Tong Yan trembled, and stared at her for a while, and swallowed it when it was not finished.