The large black characters on the cold computer screen stung her eyes.
She told herself again and again that this was all true.
Lei Aotian is going to marry An Jinmu, and he is still in Los Angeles, so close to him, marrying the person he hates the most!
Realizing that it was getting late, and it would be time for Mr. Tang to come back in a while, An Jingxing looked at the screen, forced himself to be calm, and pressed the close button the next moment.
Even if they get married in Los Angeles, so what?
He has no relationship with Lei Aotian anymore... not even the slightest relationship!
When Tang Qianrong came back, An Jingxing was sitting at the dining table where dinner had been prepared, reading a book seriously.
Because he came back very late recently, he rarely saw An Jingxing when he was still awake, which made him frown slightly.
"Still not asleep?"
Tang Qianrong took off his coat, walked over from the living room, and asked casually.
"Well, there are still some parts of this chapter that I don't understand." An Jingxing read the book seriously, without even raising his head. He just answered casually and continued to read the book intently.
Tang Qianrong would occasionally make himself a cup of coffee when he went to bed late. This habit was something he had developed since he was a child. It was also the only thing that he had never done by others since he was a child.
After putting the coffee powder and turning on the coffee machine, Tang Qianrong walked to An Jingxing's side, put one hand on her side, lowered his body slightly, and put his head not far next to her, and asked: "Which place
don't know?"
At first, An Jingxing only regarded him as the security guard who took care of him during the day. When he came to patrol, he saw that he was learning to talk to him. Later, he gradually smelled a strong aroma of coffee, and then smelled a familiar smell from himself.
Hearing from behind, An Jingxing turned around and saw Tang Qianrong in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly: "Mr. Tang... you... you are back?"
Hearing her voice, Tang Qianrong did not raise his head. He just looked at the textbook in her hand, glanced at it, and asked again: "What don't you understand?"
An Jingxing was a little absent-minded today. In order to force herself not to think about Lei Aotian and An Jinmu, she forced herself to read. Not only did she reread the places she had learned a few days ago, she also reviewed the doubtful points these days.
All the problems were sorted out.
After taking a look at An Jingxing's handwritten notes, Tang Qianrong pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. He took a pen on the table and wrote a few strokes next to her handwriting. An Jingxing casually
Look, I was shocked.
Not only did this man write beautifully in English, but his explanations were also very insightful, and his Chinese annotation was appropriate and he could answer all her questions clearly and easily.
"It's a good thing to study seriously, but you can't memorize it by rote. The written test only accounts for 50% of the agent exam, and the other 50% depends on practical ability. Although you still have plenty of time, there is still room for practice.
A lot." Putting the written answers back in front of An Jingxing, Tang Qianrong stood up from his seat, walked to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Holding the coffee in his hand, Tang Qianrong turned around and walked towards his room. Unexpectedly, before he could take a few steps away, a pair of small hands timidly grabbed the corners of his clothes.
After a slight pause, Tang Qianrong looked back and saw An Jingxing looking at him with a somewhat embarrassed smile, holding the note in his hand. After a long time, he hesitated and said: "Mr. Tang... Actually, there are still some things I don't like.
I understand, if it’s convenient, could you take a few minutes to explain it to me?”
