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   He just kissed her like that, she just wanted to go to bed with him, so unrestrained!

  Han Xiaoye desperately wanted to be more restrained, but his body didn't listen to her at all, and took the initiative to cooperate with the man's kiss.

like.

I just like it.

   Even if I say in my heart that I don’t like it a thousand times or ten thousand times, I will lose my dignity if I like it again, and it will be shameless. A man has a face, a tree has a skin, isn't he a man? No matter how much you like it, you can't lose your dignity. Can really not.

  When you really like a person, no matter the dignity or the principle, everything is a cloud.

  Because you can't do it, you can't like it. Obviously they all quarreled, they were angry with him, and they all thought about how to raise the kitten and the little bun in the stomach in case he forced himself to have no children and divorced. But the eyes can't help but look at him, and the heart can't help thinking about him. I just like him, I really like him.

   I liked it since I was eighteen, and I still liked it when I was twenty-one or two.

  Han Xiaoye is very sad.

   The more sad, the more I can't help but respond. She took the initiative to stretch out her hand to hook the man's slender neck, hold his lower lip, and take two bites as if venting her anger.

  Fu Zhiyan groaned in pain, and in the next second, he rolled her **** into a mess.

   After a while, when Han Xiaoye was almost out of breath, he finally ended the kiss. Rarely curled the corner of his mouth, and gently gathered the broken hair around the ears of the short-haired little woman in the stunned eyes of everyone. She seemed to be in a good mood and said, "Wait for lunch with me later."

"……Okay."

Han Xiaoye regretted the words   . Damn, why did she agree!

   However, she regretted that it was useless, Fu Zhiyan's thin lips curled a lot higher, rubbed the soft hair on top of her head, and turned back to the podium.

As soon as he stood on the podium, he immediately put away the happy arc of the corner of his mouth, swept the crowd calmly, and said indifferently, "Professor Wang has something to do today. I will take this information technology class on my behalf. You should know the rules of my class. , keep quiet. As for the rest, whether it's playing on the phone or sleeping, I won't care."

   Noble and glamorous!

  There was no sound in the large lecture hall. The man on the stage took out the book with a blank expression, "Turn the book to the page you should talk about today."

  Although it is a temporary substitute class, or an interdisciplinary substitute class, this man seems to have a natural charm, which makes people listen to his explanation involuntarily. Even following his train of thought, to understand the content of the book.

  Fu Zhiyan's lectures are always simple and rude.

  Compared to the pedantic Professor Wang, his lectures are surprisingly fast. But none of the hundreds of people in the classroom did not understand.

   Because he can always explain complex principles in the simplest way. It is convenient for those who listen to the lecture to understand the knowledge points fundamentally.

   The class was silent, except for his nice voice, there was really no voice of small talk. There is not even a person who plays with a mobile phone, which is quite a miracle in a university where class is equal to sleeping, and who is equal to playing games.

   As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Fu Zhiyan immediately stopped lecturing, without procrastinating for a minute, closed the book, and said sternly, "get out of class is over."

  The quiet classroom was full of people's voices.

Jiang Ning quickly put away his schoolbag, patted Han Xiaoye on the shoulder, peeked at the man on the podium who was turning off the projection equipment, and whispered, "Xiaoye, I'll go first. You and Professor Fu have a good meal, bye. "

After    finished speaking, he did not forget to give her a thumbs up gesture. Goodbye to her with a smile.

   Jiang Ning left, Yang Xin dared to come over. In just over a week, she was quite haggard. A pair of Han Xiaoye's eyes, she dodged a little embarrassedly, then bent down sharply, "I'm sorry."

"Forehead?"

   "I'm sorry about the photo of Mu Xiaoxiao, but I didn't testify for you." Knowing that Han Xiaoye could fascinate Professor Fu to such an extent, she would stand up and testify when she said anything. But at that time, how did she know that Han Xiaoye could hold onto Professor Fu's big backer?

   Yang Xin was a little annoyed, for fear that she would hold revenge, and apologized embarrassingly, "I'm really sorry, it's not that I don't want to testify for you, I just don't have any evidence, so I'm afraid Xiao Xiao will bite me back. Ono, can you understand me?"

  Han Xiaoye is not stupid, she understands what she wants to do, and he hums, "Yes." There are too many people who are timid and afraid, and no one can ask others to help them. But, for someone like Yang Xin, she doesn't want to make friends.

   Yang Xin didn't know what she was thinking, she took her hand in surprise, and then cautiously probed, "Then are you still mad at me?"

  Han Xiaoye took his hand out of hers, stood up, sorted out his bag, and didn't even look at her, "I'm not angry."

   Yang Xin is not blind, how can she not see that she is indifferent to herself. Embarrassed and angry at the same time. Angry that she didn't give face, and made herself unable to step down from the stage. In my heart, I imagined the scene of Han Xiaoye getting tired and abandoned by Fu Zhiyan, feeling a little more comfortable, and then squeezed out a smile, "It's fine if you don't get angry. Then, I'll treat you to a meal another day."

   "I may not have time." Han Xiaoye didn't expect Yang Xin to be so thick-skinned, so he politely refused.

  Yang Xin didn't seem to hear it, and waved her hand, "It's okay, call me when you have time, I can come out at any time."

   "It's just that I'm a poor student, and I don't have much money to buy you a good meal. It's fine if you don't mind."

  "..." How do you hear this, how do you feel it means something?

   Yang Xin probably also noticed that what he said just now sounded ambiguous, and just wanted to explain. She felt a cold gaze locked onto her.

   She shrank her neck, her heart beating violently. With a stiff face, he pulled the corner of his mouth and hurriedly said to Han Xiaoye, "That's it, I'll go first. Bye bye Xiaoye."

   She walked too fast, like a ghost behind her, and disappeared in the classroom in a blink of an eye.

   It was the last class in the morning, everyone was busy going to lunch after class, so after a while, she and Fu Zhiyan were the only people left in the huge lecture hall.

  Han Xiaoye was still uncomfortable with the kiss just now, but Fu Zhiyan had already packed up his textbooks and walked to her side naturally. He took her hand, his jaw was cold, "Let's go."

  The palm of his hand was wrapped warmly, and the scorching temperature of a man born to be hotter than that of a woman was transmitted through his skin. Han Xiaoye's mind was stunned, and he said "Oh" in a confused way, and followed him step by step.

   It was the end of get out of class, and there were a lot of people in the teaching building. Fu Zhiyan held her hand and walked all the way. Some people turned back and whispered along the way. As if he didn't see it, he held her hand tighter.