Rebirth of the Husband Program

The pupils suddenly constricted in an instant, and Iger lost all his words at this moment, and his whole body felt as if he had been soaked in ice water, with a biting chill.

He looked at the man who threatened him one second in shock and fear, and the next second, it was like the earth rejuvenated, talking to Tang Qimo dotingly.

Such a tender look and gentle eyes made the man step down from the cold god to the altar in an instant, willing to become an ordinary man just for one person.

They were talking in a low voice, and Tang Qimo's calm face showed a flash of anger.

"Stay away from me, it's very hot!" Tang Qimo wiped the sweat from his forehead, this day is so terribly hot in spring, I don't know how hot it will be in summer.

The man who was rejected by the boy pondered for a moment, then leaned over again, put the boy's sweaty palm on his body, and said, "It's not hot, my body is cool."

Tang Qimo pulled it out but didn't pull it out, and finally gave up when he saw that it was really cool.

The man's body was icy and cool, smooth as a fine ancient jade, very comfortable to the touch.

He told Iger about his loan of the violin, and he lent him the best violin in the store without hesitation.

"You have such great kindness to me, even if it is a gift, it doesn't matter."

Tang Qimo: "...hehe."

He doesn't know what kindness he has to him at all. Is it because he has won so many business?

Thinking of the cold musical instrument store on the first day, compared with the current number of customers, this is what I want to thank for coming to Iger.

Thinking of this, he is no longer humble: "You don't need to send it to me, and I will return it to Zhao when it is used up."

"Well, by the way, I have something for you."

After speaking, Iger walked into the room, and it took a while before he came out with a letter.

"What is this?" Tang Qimo asked.

Iger handed him the letter with the gorgeous coat of arms: "Take it, if you are not admitted by the First Academy, then teach this letter to a man named Fabre, even if you are admitted, give it to him, hoping to help your turn."

"Is this through the back door?" Tang Qimo raised his eyebrows.

Iger shook his head: "No, just ask you to help me with the words."

Tang Qimo stared at him for a while, and seeing that he was determined, he sighed and compromised.

"Thank you."

The day before the assessment, Tang Qimo was dragged to the first district by a man.

Looking at the scenery and streets that are completely different from those in the second district, I feel a little displeased with this kind of differential treatment.

But it dissipated after a while.

The man seemed to be familiar with the first district, so he pulled him to turn left and right until he reached a neighborhood.

He took him up to the 7th floor with a dazed face, looked at the silver-white door, and looked at the man who was looking at him intently.

"..."

"Open it." The man said calmly.

After getting along with a man for so long, sometimes his thoughts are almost touched.

At this moment, Tang Qimo felt that the man seemed to be a little excited under his expressionless face.

What is he excited about?

"This is..." Hesitantly put his finger on it, the silver-white door slowly opened, and everything in the room was presented in front of them.