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He reached out his hand to the wound, and his spiritual power gathered.
As soon as she started, Su Nanzhi suddenly stepped back and shrank into the sofa.
Jiang Beiyu subconsciously stretched out his other hand and pressed it on the left and right sides of her knees, "Don't move."
??Probably he moved too fast.
When I really reacted, I found that the touch on my hand was a bit slippery.
Jiang Beiyu: ""
Su Nanzhi: ""
After realizing it, the former withdrew his hand and coughed twice at Su Nan Zhi: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Su Nanzhi¡¯s voice was very low: ¡°¡a little bit.¡±
Jiang Beiyu subconsciously replied: "Then I'll be gentle."
After answering, I realized that something was wrong with this line.
""
The two people fell into silence again.
This deathly silence.
The wound on Su Nan Zhi¡¯s leg finally healed, but the white patch was still eye-catching.
These legs are also pretty.
Although Jiang Beiyu has never seen the little girl wear any clothes with less fabric, she doesn't show off her legs and figure like the little girls outside in the summer.
If Su Nanzhi had been more high-profile, the beauty of No. 1 Middle School would have been replaced long ago.
But with the proportions of these legs, the proportions of the models in the exhibitions that Jiang Beiyu and Mrs. Jiang occasionally went to in the past were probably just like this.
The trouser legs were lowered.
Jiang finally maintained his integrity and bottom line in his teaching career that ended soon.
"Are you hungry?" Jiang Beiyu asked with a normal expression, "Would you like something to eat? The chef is not here today, how about Teacher Jiang cooking for you personally?"
Su Nanzhi: ""
"How about ordering takeout?" Su Nanzhi proposed such a constructive plan based on the actual situation.
Su Nanzhi has never cooked seriously for so many years, and her current knowledge is very limited. Naturally, she herself is not a genius in cooking.
Jiang Beiyu, such a noble young master doesn¡¯t look like he knows how to cook.
Jiang Beiyu was probably inspired by Su Nanzhi's doubts.
"Su Xiaozhi, do you look like you don't believe in my cooking skills?"
Su Nanzhi was silent for a long time, and then said: "How could that be? Teacher Jiang, you have just consumed a lot of spiritual energy, so you should sit down and rest for a while."
Jiang Beiyu did not feel tired.
So don¡¯t listen to her.
So, while Jiang was working in the kitchen, Su Nanzhi sat on the sofa and clicked on a certain app, and watched it with gusto.
This is called planb.
¡°But Jiangbei Yu seems to be a little unexpected.
He really knows how to cook.
The aroma gradually drifting from the kitchen filled the nostrils.
Su Nan Zhi was more or less shocked.
Until two steaming bowls of beef noodles with tomatoes and poached eggs were served, there was nothing wrong with them, both in terms of aroma and color combination.
By looking at the appearance, you can tell that it is at the level of an outside noodle shop.
""
"True? People cannot be judged by their appearance.
Jiang Beiyu: "Come and sit down and try my craftsmanship."
Su Nanzhi sat down silently, and then watched helplessly as Jiang Beiyu poured some hot sauce into his own noodles.
Jiang Beiyu showed no sympathy for her look: "Don't think about it, you can't eat spicy food."
At the beginning, when Su Nanzhi stayed here to protect him, Jiang Beiyu could tell that this little girl was very sexy.
"If you add spicy ingredients to tomato beef noodles, it's a dark dish. Don't even think about it."
Su Nan Zhi¡¯s face was expressionless: Oh, then don¡¯t add yourself as a double-standard dog. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com