Summer has arrived, and the hot sun in Yujiang City is so hot that people can't open their eyes. There are very few pedestrians on the road. No one wants to stay in the sun for a while. Only those who are sitting in air-conditioned cars will occasionally point to the newly repaired building in the middle of the street and talk about the "accident" that happened a few weeks ago.

If it weren't for the news, no one would have thought that there would be a black gun factory in this ordinary building. Even when the troops came to catch people, they would dare to resist stubbornly. In the end, they detonated the gas pipeline, almost causing the buildings in this area to explode.

However, this incident is a thing of the past. Because there is no follow-up news that attracts attention. Except for the reports in the TV and newspapers in the first few days, it quickly cooled down, and most Yujiang citizens almost forgot about this matter.

As for the Yucai Middle School where Lin Jixin is located, let alone, the students on the eve of the exam even had a slightly extravagant break.

Of course, Lin Jixin was not among the hard-working study. He was taking a bored nap on the swing next to the playground.

Not far away, the basketball was confiscated and criticized the bloody training director Cheng Hong, who dared to play basketball on the eve of the exam, as if he hadn't seen him, escorted the students to the teaching building.

"There is someone skipping class on the swing!"

The so-called skipping class is the last self-study class in the afternoon when you skip. Generally speaking, students are allowed to arrange learning tasks freely. Occasionally, some people who are very playful and who run out to play basketball are mostly reminded only a few words, but if you dare to do this before the exam, the teachers will take it seriously.

Seeing that Lin Jixin dared to watch over there leisurely, there was a student who had no eyesight and was mentally unbalanced, so he immediately pointed at him and complained to Cheng Hong.

He was greeted by Cheng Hong's slap: "You dare to talk back, be honest!"

The student turned around with a grievance, not understanding how this could be related to talking back.

Listening to their steps away, he heard a familiar step walking to his side. He still squinted his eyes and leaned half on the chain of the swing: "What should I eat tonight?"

"Isn't this a question you should consider?" What I heard was Ding Jing's pretending to be surprised.

He groaned: "No, I want me to cook again!"

"This is called "Energy is so hard!" Ding Jing flew with a smile and gave him a charming look, "You should feel honored to have me, a beautiful woman, accompany you to have dinner!"

He rolled her eyes.

"Also," Ding Jing said again, "Even if you don't come to the school, you must ensure that the computer is turned on. You are not allowed to not answer my phone!"

He could only keep rolling his eyes.

Similar conversations have been going on for more than a day.

Since he showed "suicide tendency" last time, Ding Jing came to care about him from time to time, chat with him, have a meal, etc. However, last week, Ding Jingcai answered a call halfway through the time he cooked two side dishes. Ding Jing, who was glowing, decided to rely on him.

"Let's go buy vegetables, and the vegetables will be gone if they are late." Ding Jing said.

"Don't you know this is the class time?" He was speechless. "Where is the teacher who takes the students to skip classes."

"Do you still need to attend class?" Ding Jing curled his lips, "It's enough to be our teachers."

She suddenly leaned over her face and looked at his face carefully.

"What are you doing?" He shrank back "vigilantly".

"I want to see what the structure of genius is different from that of normal people. I know much more than teachers. We are not going to get along with it."

"Since you admit it, come and call the teacher!"

"Tsk, think beautifully!"

The two of them walked out of the school with their mouths. Because Ding Jing was taking them, the security guard at the door let him go without interrogating them.

First, they went to the parking lot not far from the school to pick up the car. Ding Jing drove this very ordinary car to the nearby vegetable market. The two bought a bunch of vegetables and drove back to Ding Jing's residence.

"Oh, I'm so tired!" Ding Jing entered the door and turned on the air conditioner, threw his sandals, and lay on the sofa in the living room without any image.

"What are you tired?" Lin Jixin rolled his eyes recently and had already mastered it. "I choose the dishes and I also recommend the things, so I almost carried you upstairs."

"You haven't cared it before," Ding Jing threw another charming look.

Thinking of the first time they met, both of them couldn't help but laugh.

"Give you a good thing." He took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket.

Ding Jing reached out to take it, and the sound that was swaying from inside should be filled with some kind of liquid: "What is it?"

She said and opened it, and there was some kind of light brown sticky liquid inside, with a nice smell that seemed to be the faint fragrance of a certain plant.

"The secret beauty recipe, inherited from the ancestors." He smiled faintly, "When taking a bath, I took a shower, I dripped two or three drops into the bathtub, and for a week, I will ensure that your skin is smooth and white."

"My skin is not smooth or white enough?" Ding Jing was dissatisfied and deliberately took off her stockings, leaving her small slender feet and a white piece of calf.

"It's just smoother and whiter." He raised his eyebrows, "You're so long-winded, don't give it back to me."

Ding Jing hurriedly hid the thing behind him: "Seeing that you are so sincere, the teacher will help you with it."

"No, I don't like to force people."

"I just like being forced...haha...help..."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Jixin rushed over to her "viciously". She immediately let out an irresistible burst of laughter, and tears almost burst out.

The two were making noise on the sofa, and the doorbell suddenly rang.

"I'll open the door first." Ding Jing took this opportunity to run away from his claws.

"Who?" she asked, leaning into the peeping hole and looking out.

Her face immediately became muscular, she opened the door, and said with a calm face: "What are you doing?"

A young man stood outside, full of famous brands, dressed in a fashionable manner, and was holding a large bouquet of bright red roses in his hand.

He smiled: "Teacher Ding..."

His words choked and his smile froze on his face.

In front of him, a hand that obviously belonged to the man was placed on his goddess's slender waist, pulling her into her arms very naturally.
Chapter completed!