The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Xia Yang didn't move.

Only then did Fu Xiuyan notice that Xia Yang's eyes were red.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying again?"

"I didn't cry, my eyes just felt a little sore."

"A little bit naughty? Xia Xia, are you naughty with me?" Fu Xiuyan teased Xia Yang shamelessly.

Xia Yang threw away the pillow he had brought and said unhappily, "I'm just slutting you, what's wrong?"

Fu Xiuyan was amused: "Well, only give it to my Xia Xia color."

"Hmph!" Xia Yang shifted her butt and sat closer to Fu Xiuyan: "Don't hug the pillow, this carpet is very soft. It's comfortable to sit on."

Fu Xiuyan also moved closer to Xia Yang: "Then I'll ask them to put this on the whole house."

"Whose family?"

"Both your house and my house will be covered."

"Oh."

"Also, our future home."

Xia Yang bit her chopsticks and raised her lips secretly, but quickly suppressed them: "That's a nice thought, but who wants to follow you in the future?"

After eating for a while, Xia Yang started to complain that he couldn't eat anymore and pushed all of his portion to Fu Xiuyan.

After watching him finish his meal, he rushed back to the study.

When Fu Xiuyan was eating, he thought his work was done, so he didn't ask.

I didn’t expect the highlight was yet to come.

But he knew that no matter how much he felt sorry for her, he could not interfere with Xia Yang's work.

Xia Yang stayed up all night in the study, while Fu Xiuyan stayed in the living room. He took out all the work he had to deal with in the next few days.

Every two hours, he would push the door open to check on her, and sometimes bring her a cup of hot milk, and sometimes some easily digestible midnight snack.

But they all did it quietly, trying to keep their movements to a minimum.

When the sky was just beginning to turn light, Xia Yang finally came out of the study.

Fu Xiuyan hurried forward.

Xia Yang yawned: "I'm going to take a shower and sleep for a while. Wake me up at nine o'clock, and I'll go straight to school from here."

Fu Xiuyan agreed and set the alarm clock.

When Xia Yang woke up, she was not in bed, but in Fu Xiuyan's arms.

"Xia Xia, Xia Xia, wake up. We're here."

Xia Yang frowned and tried hard to lift his eyelids.

The space is small, is this in the car?

"where am I?"

"We're at school."

Xia Yang looked out the window and saw the car was just downstairs from his office.

"what time is it?"

"nine thirty."

"Oh, that's not too late." There are still ten minutes left: "Didn't I ask you to wake me up at nine?"

"You're too tired, I want you to rest for a while. I don't have anything to do, so I'm just sitting around doing nothing."

The driver in front, who was trying hard to be invisible, was secretly complaining: "What are you doing with nothing to do? I see you usually want to split every minute into two."

Also, didn't Brother Xu say that Mr. Fu wouldn't use me recently? Didn't he say I'd be given some time off? Did this job come so suddenly? Where's my aborted vacation?

Xia Yang was still yawning. Fu Xiuyan smoothed his hair, which had been tangled from sleep. Then he pulled out a pair of glasses from somewhere and put them on him. They were almost identical to the ones Xia Yang usually wore at school.

"Where did this come from?"

Fu Xiuyan smiled faintly and said nothing.

Okay, man, you're quite considerate. He almost forgot about it.

"Wear it, don't take it off. Work hard and don't hook up with anyone else. When can you get off work? I'll pick you up."

"I don't know. If it's fast, I might be able to get back in an hour. If it's slow, I might have to wait until four or five in the afternoon. You go back first, and I'll call you when I'm done."

Xia Yang recounted his itinerary very naturally, as if he had done it every day for many years.

"Ok, I will wait for you."

"But." Xia Yang's eyes flashed with a fierce look: "I'm going to work. I'm a serious worker. I won't hook up with others. Don't spread rumors about me, or I'll bite you!"

Fu Xiuyan smiled radiantly, pulled Xia Yang over, pecked him on the lips a few times, and then said in a sly tone: "I'll let you bite me when we get home tonight. You can bite me wherever you want, Xia Xia."

Xia Yang almost fled in panic.

The students passing by saw their usually calm and serious Professor Xia rushing towards the office building with somewhat unsteady steps.

Everyone speculated that the college was about to have another big harvest.

How do they know?

Just kidding, Professor Gang Xia looked like that. It was obvious that he was exhausted from studying so hard and working day and night. And then he was so anxious to report his research results that he was walking so hurriedly.

Otherwise, they couldn't imagine what else, apart from academic issues, could cause Professor Xia, who remained calm even when faced with a crisis, to lose his composure like this.

Xia Yang went directly to the dean's office.

He didn't stay long. The dean said he would start his project the next day and let him rest for the day.

Xia Yang was about to call Fu Xiuyan, he should not have gone far by now.

It was just that a teacher in the same group suddenly had a stomachache and could not teach the next class. He happened to see Xia Yang and asked him to help teach one class.

Xia Yang has always been extremely responsible in teaching his students. He hates being delayed in teaching his students for any reason.

Many classes may be unnecessary for teachers, and they will say the same words countless times in different classrooms and at different times.

But for students, this class only comes once. If you miss the content this time, you will miss it forever.

Therefore, Xia Yang basically would not refuse when others asked him to substitute for a class.

Xia Yang went to the lecture hall in advance. The content of this class was quite simple and the students in the class were freshmen.

However, he still had the habit of going to the classroom first and briefly reviewing the content to be taught next.

He went there early, and the students' previous class must not have finished yet, so the classroom was empty.

Xia Yang adjusted the multimedia equipment and started reading the book.

Slowly, students came in.

At first, there were the rustling sounds of people moving around, so low that one could barely hear whispers. Later, more and more people came, and the whole classroom was almost full.

Perhaps because there were more people and the space was no longer empty, the students became bolder.

This is reflected specifically in the tone of their voices.