This development was too unexpected to Ning Wan, but when she thought about going to the teacher's house to investigate, she couldn't stop her feeling excited.
On Sunday, Ning Wan got up at six o'clock to dress up. She threw the clothes in the closet together. In the end, she decided to wear the simplest white dress.
The 18-year-old girl's skin is shattered and she doesn't need any foundation at all, but Ning Wan still brushed her eyelashes and applied a little lipstick, striving to be the most scheming and natural.
But when she knocked on the door, the situation she saw was like a basin of cold water pouring on her head.
She was not even in the mood to admire Ye Ming in a sweatshirt and casual pants, because on his right side, there was a graceful beauty holding her.
He is their English teacher Ling Wei, Ye Ming’s childhood sweetheart, and the introduction to his teaching at the affiliated high school.
It was Ling Wei who broke the silence. She let go of Ye Ming's hand and welcomed with a generous smile: I heard from Teacher Ye that there will be a friend's child coming to ask questions. It turned out that it was you, Ah Ning Wan, come in and sit in quickly.
The word "child" is reread, and the hostess is leisurely: Can you wear my spare slippers, right?
Ning Wan's mouth was as bitter as Coptis chinensis. She finally found her voice back and said a little awkwardly: Teacher Ling and Teacher Ye, hello.You guys are...
Well, we are a cohabiting relationship between men and women, and because it is a private matter, it is not announced at school.
Ye Ming's voice was still so plain and calm, but Ning Wan listened to it as if she was publicly executed.
She did not express her love publicly, and did not make everyone know about it like her original body. She did not express her love clearly, but only occasionally teased and tested her. Ye Ming was still with Ling Wei?
I don’t know how far they reached, whether they were fake or real?
After entering the house in a daze, Ye Ming did not need to speak a look, and Ling Wei rushed to them two cups of flower tea, and she spoke in the smoke-like mist: Ning Wan doesn't have to be restrained. Ye Ming, our family has few friends, and you can get together when your parents have time.
Our Ye Ming...
The sweet flower tea suddenly became salty and bitter, crossed the throat, entered the internal organs, and finally spread throughout the body.
She didn't remember what she said, and she didn't know if Ling Wei had ever been reminded by Ye Ming, but she didn't show any surprise or dissatisfaction with her loss of composure.
Entering the topic, Ning Wanqiang cheered up and took out the "Dream of Red Mansions" in his backpack. The color fragments originally deliberately outlined were naturally shameful to open, and he only flipped through the section Daiyu's burial of flowers.
Teacher Ye, it is said that Daiyu’s burial of flowers is a classic clip in Dream of Red Mansions. I would like to ask the teacher what his opinion is.
When talking about poetry, Ye Ming began to talk more, from the background of the Red Chamber to Daiyu's personality and the entanglement between Daiyu and Baoyu.
In his mouth, the skeleton of Dream of Red Mansions gradually took shape, and was tidy and neatly tidy just like the veins of leaves.
Finally, he asked Ning Wan back to the point of view of the burial flower yin as usual, which was the teaching method he always used to inspire students.
Ning Wan lowered her eyebrows and said, "I don't think Daiyu is completely a noble girl in the boudoir with fragile thoughts. "The essence is clean and clean, and it is better than being trapped in the ditches."’It shows that she would rather be virtuous.
It is very good to read others and yourself and have your own opinions.
Ye Ming actually smiled like a stone thrown into Ningwanxin Lake, creating ripples.
She felt a little sour and uncomfortable, and she got up and used the bathroom. Unexpectedly, she saw pairs of toiletries, as well as women's dry hair caps and makeup remover inside.
Now she couldn't sit still, and came with excitement and returned in disgrace. She left in a defeat like a deserter.
On Sunday, Ning Wan got up at six o'clock to dress up. She threw the clothes in the closet together. In the end, she decided to wear the simplest white dress.
The 18-year-old girl's skin is shattered and she doesn't need any foundation at all, but Ning Wan still brushed her eyelashes and applied a little lipstick, striving to be the most scheming and natural.
But when she knocked on the door, the situation she saw was like a basin of cold water pouring on her head.
She was not even in the mood to admire Ye Ming in a sweatshirt and casual pants, because on his right side, there was a graceful beauty holding her.
He is their English teacher Ling Wei, Ye Ming’s childhood sweetheart, and the introduction to his teaching at the affiliated high school.
It was Ling Wei who broke the silence. She let go of Ye Ming's hand and welcomed with a generous smile: I heard from Teacher Ye that there will be a friend's child coming to ask questions. It turned out that it was you, Ah Ning Wan, come in and sit in quickly.
The word "child" is reread, and the hostess is leisurely: Can you wear my spare slippers, right?
Ning Wan's mouth was as bitter as Coptis chinensis. She finally found her voice back and said a little awkwardly: Teacher Ling and Teacher Ye, hello.You guys are...
Well, we are a cohabiting relationship between men and women, and because it is a private matter, it is not announced at school.
Ye Ming's voice was still so plain and calm, but Ning Wan listened to it as if she was publicly executed.
She did not express her love publicly, and did not make everyone know about it like her original body. She did not express her love clearly, but only occasionally teased and tested her. Ye Ming was still with Ling Wei?
I don’t know how far they reached, whether they were fake or real?
After entering the house in a daze, Ye Ming did not need to speak a look, and Ling Wei rushed to them two cups of flower tea, and she spoke in the smoke-like mist: Ning Wan doesn't have to be restrained. Ye Ming, our family has few friends, and you can get together when your parents have time.
Our Ye Ming...
The sweet flower tea suddenly became salty and bitter, crossed the throat, entered the internal organs, and finally spread throughout the body.
She didn't remember what she said, and she didn't know if Ling Wei had ever been reminded by Ye Ming, but she didn't show any surprise or dissatisfaction with her loss of composure.
Entering the topic, Ning Wanqiang cheered up and took out the "Dream of Red Mansions" in his backpack. The color fragments originally deliberately outlined were naturally shameful to open, and he only flipped through the section Daiyu's burial of flowers.
Teacher Ye, it is said that Daiyu’s burial of flowers is a classic clip in Dream of Red Mansions. I would like to ask the teacher what his opinion is.
When talking about poetry, Ye Ming began to talk more, from the background of the Red Chamber to Daiyu's personality and the entanglement between Daiyu and Baoyu.
In his mouth, the skeleton of Dream of Red Mansions gradually took shape, and was tidy and neatly tidy just like the veins of leaves.
Finally, he asked Ning Wan back to the point of view of the burial flower yin as usual, which was the teaching method he always used to inspire students.
Ning Wan lowered her eyebrows and said, "I don't think Daiyu is completely a noble girl in the boudoir with fragile thoughts. "The essence is clean and clean, and it is better than being trapped in the ditches."’It shows that she would rather be virtuous.
It is very good to read others and yourself and have your own opinions.
Ye Ming actually smiled like a stone thrown into Ningwanxin Lake, creating ripples.
She felt a little sour and uncomfortable, and she got up and used the bathroom. Unexpectedly, she saw pairs of toiletries, as well as women's dry hair caps and makeup remover inside.
Now she couldn't sit still, and came with excitement and returned in disgrace. She left in a defeat like a deserter.
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