different president

Chapter 57
In fact, Tang Wuming still had selfish intentions. It was originally a one-day class at school, but it became a half-day class at Tang Wuming's place.He himself said that it is necessary to combine work and rest in order to learn better.An Rou kept nodding her head in agreement, but Lin Xiaohan knew that this was not the case at all.because……

"Tang Wuming, are you going to spend the rest of the day falling in love with me?" Lin Xiaohan asked.

"Well, as expected of my girlfriend, smart!" Tang Wuming gave a thumbs up.

"..."

It rained lightly at dusk, and the sky and the leaves seemed to have been washed out of their original colors, making them a little pale.The setting sun was like blood, and only Hui Hui wandered back and forth in the courtyard of the villa when he was dying.

The rainbow hangs in the sky, but it also looks listless.The color in the middle of it has long since faded, leaving only a hint of dimness at the edges.The butterfly on the window sill suddenly flew up, drawing an imperfect arc, like a movement written indiscriminately, or like crooked handwriting, without any rules at all.

The flowers on the tree bloom beautifully. After being carefully baptized by the rain, there is a coquettish feeling of a beauty in the bath, but it is not vulgar.The cool breath after the rain had moistened the earth was blown away by the wind, and some people even searched for passers-by and mixed the smell on their skirts.

Lin Xiaohan sniffed the fragrance in the air, and the fragrance penetrated into her heart, drawing a wonderful picture scroll in her mind, which made her deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

At this moment, Tang Wuming secretly hugged her from behind: "What are you thinking? So serious!"

Lin Xiaohan was taken aback, but she didn't break free from Tang Wuming's embrace: "I didn't think about anything, I just thought the scenery was pretty good, and I didn't notice much before."

"Where is the scenery as beautiful as I am!" Tang Wuming said, leaning in front of her, and the tips of their noses touched together like this.

Lin Xiaohan's face turned red in an instant, like a ripe tomato, she was neither in nor out, so it was difficult.

(End of this chapter)