The so-called inability to eat means that she is like this now. Why does such a gentle person like Brother Hua not understand the style at all?
He wouldn't even wait for her to eat!
Xiaoxue was extremely depressed about this. Does this mean that her confession failed?
Another boring afternoon passed. Wen Lunhua spent all his energy on the pile of documents, and he couldn't bear to lift them up to look at Xiaoxue. Xiaoxue was very confused, were those documents as good as hers?
Then Xiaoxue was no longer embarrassed to stay and have dinner with him, because he said that he had to work overtime at night, which was so crazy that he was even busier than her parents.
Yan Zhen was bored at home alone. When she got tired from reading, she would stare out the window in a daze. The green world outside the window fascinated her. Sometimes she really had the urge to run out and play. It didn't matter even if she got lost and couldn't come back.
Aunt Li is very nice. After cooking, she will come to the room and ask her to go down to eat. In the empty living room, she is the only one sitting at the dining table to eat. She feels abandoned by the world. The only thing she can rest assured is that she doesn’t have to worry about eating halfway.
Someone used a camera to capture her ugly behavior.
In the afternoon, Yan Zhen ran to the pavilion in the back garden to read. There were many beautiful trees and flowers in the back garden of the Ning family. Yan Zhen liked this feeling, holding the book and reveling in the fresh air and the fragrance of flowers. When she was in the countryside,
She often does this.
The midday sun casts mottled shadows through the leaves.
The wind gently blew her hair, and her dress fluttered with the wind.
After quietly looking at the back garden for a while, she started to read a book. What would she do if she didn't read? Because she was always greedy and had to get first place every time. To say that she was smart would be better to say that she had earned it through hard work and sweat.
Yes, but she admits that intelligence also accounts for a little bit. Didn't Edison once say that genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent hard work? It's really a wise saying.
She is really a little bit stinky. Look at what she is thinking about here and there. As soon as she crossed the first line of words, she thought she was a genius.
Something is strange today.
The wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers gently caressed her face, like a mother's gentle hands.
No longer thinking about anything else, she stretched her lips and stared at the book seriously.