The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

"I will donate the teaching building to Zhengde High School, just for An An's sake."

Xia Wei'an was lying on the door, and when he heard such a sentence from inside, his whole body was almost blown away by his domineering might!

Then footsteps came from far and near, she stood up quickly, acting like a good student.

When the door opened, I still couldn't help but glance inside, only to see Teacher Xu lying on the ground with blood and flesh, while Director Wu and Teacher Song had ashen faces.

Di Xingchen closed the door, and was a little surprised to see the girl in front of him standing obediently. Although he told her to wait for him, according to past experience, she would never listen to him.

"Let's go."

Taking the lead with her long legs and walking in front, Xia Wei'an immediately followed, like a little tail, step by step.

Looking at the tall and straight figure in front of her, she couldn't help but fell into deep thought. Although she lived with him for more than ten years in her previous life, she never really understood him.

He suddenly appeared in her world, said that he wanted to marry her, and made her biological stepmother smile and nod with a huge dowry, but he never touched her, even if it was just an ordinary hand in hand.

Just like now, he just kept walking forward, occasionally slowing down to let her keep up.

The study in the third year of high school was very intense, and only Sunday was the only day off for a week, and Di Xingchen was her fiancé now, and she had already "discussed" with Xia's father that Xia Weian would go to live in the Emperor's Residence every Saturday night, and then stay there for a day. Go back to the summer house at night.

And today, it happens to be Saturday.

"I tell you to respect the teacher, and I want you to build a correct personality, not to make you respect foolishly."

When Xia Weian was still immersed in his own thoughts when he got in the car, Di Xingchen at the side suddenly made a sound. Xia Weian didn't hear clearly, so he turned his head and looked at him in a daze.

Although she has an afro hair perm, smoky makeup, and black lips that are unsightly, her black and white eyes can always distract him, especially when she looks at him seriously.

Di Xingchen's eyes moved slightly, and he patiently repeated what he said just now.

"Well, I won't go next time I encounter this kind of situation." Xia Wei'an nodded obediently.

Di Xingchen frowned slightly, "There will be no next time."

Having said that, Xia Weian couldn't reply, and the car fell into a quiet atmosphere for a while, she simply turned her head to look at the scenery outside, while Di Xingchen closed his eyes and rested.

The two got along harmoniously, but the driver in front of him, Xiao Li, was feeling turbulent. This was the first time that the young lady got along with the young master so peacefully! There must be some conspiracy!

He would think this way because he was frightened by Xia Wei'an's usual actions. Everyone in the imperial residence knew that this young lady who had never been married was simply a demonic existence. Everyone was on their backs, although everyone was respectful on the surface, they all wished that she would not come again.

However, the young master of his family who looks like a banished fairy is possessed by a demon, and he would like this kind of non-mainstream. Not only he can't figure it out, but everyone in the imperial residence can't figure it out. Fortunately, their relationship has not been announced to the public, otherwise, the whole The society can't figure it out!

...

When we arrived at the imperial residence, it was already dark, and the whole villa was brightly lit. When we entered the hall, there were maids waiting, and the dining table was full of delicious food.

Xia Weian was already hungry, so she took off her schoolbag and threw it on the sofa, then walked towards the dining table.

Seeing her coming, Xiao Meng, the maid standing by the dining table, immediately stared at her nervously. Seeing her sitting down, she hurriedly walked over to lift the hot soup away from her, stammering nervously: "Young lady, young lady, you, If you want soup, I will help you!"