"Not bad, not bad." Mother Su's eyes lit up and she said with praise.

"As expected of Kassel, he is so talented!" Su's father showed off the temperament of an old mine owner, a pure rough man, the purest comment and the ultimate affirmation.

"Who taught you to say that?" Even Su Xiaoqiang blushed and leaned towards Lin Nian and asked softly.

Lin Nian didn't answer, just looked at her and smiled softly. The latter paused and immediately looked away. The two thighs and knees in the skirt covered by the tablecloth rubbed lightly, her cheeks were blushing, and her neck was pink.

I can't say it.

Smiling Lin Nian saw that Su Xiaoqiang had been successfully dealt with, and silently turned his head to look at the food table, with a trace of unexplainable emotion in his eyes.

I can’t say it, I can’t say it at all!

One day, he actually stole a fragment of Lu Mingfei's love letter to Chen Wenwen.

The humiliation of the Literature Department that he once ridiculed actually saved him from disaster. Is this the value of Lu Mingfei who has been in the Literature Department for three years? I really don’t know what Lu Mingfei did when he was so full of sourness that he could write a fantasy novel about youth love.

It’s really puzzling that even Chen Wenwen can’t pick up one.

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"Sneeze!" Lu Mingfei suddenly raised his head and put down his hand from the keyboard. He looked around with vigilance. He saw that it was still a familiar room, with the familiar snores of his fat little cousin floating in the air, and the familiar sounds of "StarCraft" in his headphones.

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But why did he suddenly feel a chill? This feeling was as chilling as the time when he bumped into the Dragon King in the mud when he went down to Kuimen.
Chapter completed!