Jiao Yan stood up, walked to Chen Gui's side, grabbed his hand, and said to Chen Tianxue with his eyebrows: "He has just returned from the Gate of Hell, and he has to go to class tomorrow, so he can't go anywhere tonight."

Chen Tianxue actually doesn’t care. She is still alive and is already very content.

As for clues to the case, it would not be too late to ask again when he recovers better.

In her judgment, this case is a case in a single case, but there are very few clues.

The blood on the bluestone slab has been confirmed to be a dagger, and Hongzhong is a major suspect in the crime.

But strangely, Hongzhong is also missing.

Chen Tianxue deliberately covered her nose and joked: "The room is so sour. Good brother, when you are on vacation, remember to call me, sister will leave first."

She was relieved to have so many passionate teachers taking care of her.

But according to her current situation, Chen Gui had an ambiguous relationship with three female classmates. This bad boy is really morally corrupt. He needs to find time to educate him well.

Chen Tianxue came and went in a hurry.

After she left, Jiao Yan changed her hedgehog's state, shook Chen Gui's hand, and said in a coquettish manner: "Chen Gui, she said I was jealous."

Chen Gui felt extremely uncomfortable and had goose bumps all over his body.

If she did the same in class tomorrow, the whole class would probably go crazy.

Yun Baihe kept rolling her eyes and almost vomited by nausea.

I really don't want to stay for a minute.

But then I thought about it, this is my territory.

Yun Baihe pushed Chen Gui and said angrily: "The medicine has been taken, you can get out."

The more fierce she is with Chen Gui, the happier Jiao Yan is.

Jiao Yan asked, "When will that sunken hair come back dark?"

Yun Baihe said coldly: "It depends on whether he listens or not. If he does something bad, he will not even have to do a white-headed man."

Jiao Yan asked foolishly: "What does it mean to do bad things?"

Yun Baihe said impatiently: "You ask him, hurry up and leave."

Walking out of the infirmary, Jiao Yan was a little reluctant to part with Chen Gui. Without the psychological barrier of age, she wished she could be with him every moment.

Jiao Yan said gently: "I'll take you upstairs and watch you fall asleep before leaving."

Chen Gui said: "Jiao Yan, you are good at being yourself. It's hard for me to accept that you suddenly become so gentle."

Jiao Yan continued to say gentlely: "This is my true face."

"Why don't I believe it?"

Jiao Yan slapped Shen Gui's head hard and shouted: "Get out, auntie

Grandma is kind to you, you don’t appreciate it yet, right?”

Chen Gui felt extremely comfortable.

After entering the dormitory, I closed the door.

Jiao Yan missed Chen Gui's kissing skills very much.

She didn't say a word, hugged him and pressed her lips on her.

All men in the world are not immune to beauties.

What's more, lustfulness is like a quiet home.

The bodies of both sides quickly lingered together.

This time, Jiao Yan just wanted to turn a blind eye to the things outside the window, and just wanted to kiss him until the end of the world.

Chen Gui took off her glasses and looked at the beauty Ru Meng, as if she was a different life.

The thoughts that have been sleeping for many years have broken through the warning line between teachers and students.

Jiao Yan closed her eyes tightly and let his hands pass through the gaps in the clothes unscrupulously.

His kiss finally walked around his neck and slid towards her chest.

The two of them fell to the bed at the same time.

When his hand reached to the buttons on the waist of his pants.

Jiao Yan remembered Yun Baihe's words and asked in a dreamy tone: "Does Yun Baihe mean that you are talking about doing bad things?"

Half of his trousers were taken off, Shen Gui looked at his white legs and swallowed his saliva, wanting to say no.

Seeing that he was eager to speak but stopped, Jiao Yan understood, so she quickly lifted up her pants.

Her whole body beauty is so unimaginable.

Jiao Yan put on her clothes and blushed her face to help Chen Gui put on her pants.

She didn't even know when he took off, and the bad boy's kung fu was afraid that he had entered the realm of transformation.

Jiao Yan calmed down his overflowing desire, pressed on Shen Gui, touched his lips and said coquettishly: "You have seen my whole body. I am already yours, and my life will be long in the future. Are you so stupid. Is life important or what kind of thing important?"

Chen Gui said gasping: "Not even matters you."

"I've cheated on such a sweet mouth. I want me to be the first one."

Under Jiao Yan's gentle surface, there was anger hidden. Chen Gui felt that this problem was more fatal than falling into the water at the same time by his mother and wife.

Chen Gui pretended to be nothing, pressed her head in her arms, and said affectionately: "I love you."

Jiao Yan's thoughts were instantly taken off the topic, and her mind was filled with the little things that the two of them had been together.

"I love you too."

She continued, "I heard that your poem is well written, write a poem for me and read it to me."

Chen Gui asked in embarrassment: "Now?"

"Um."

Chen Gui couldn't bear to destroy her longing for romance,

I can recall the poem he wrote to Xiao Liang several years later, recall one sentence, and read one sentence.

The sunset is about to go west/The sunset is red and burning/The air is rippling with the lip fragrance/The flowers bloom and fall in our years.

The fate of reincarnation in the vast world/The life of cultivation for tens of millions of years/The desolate and misty guzheng in the end of the world/The person in the painting turns softly.

A ray of setting sun is falling into the hair. The moonlight is holding the sunset and outlining the kiss marks. The butterflies on your shoulders are as graceful as geeks. The bright face is smiling like a dream like smoke.

The distance from between your eyes to your lips/I kissed you the loneliness of turning into an immortal/The fragrant flower dew is charming scroll/The fallen leaves at that time are everywhere.

The regret from the heart to the corner of your mouth/You kissed my frosty heart like snow/A step by step, a dream and a life/This love, this scene is empty at this moment.

Even if the country falls in the wind, the soul seeks roots between your teeth/just as if you were the first kiss of your panic/just watching the night swallowing the morning silently.

The world without you / The dry Yangtze River has dried up longing / Love and hate are like forests that have experienced catastrophes / Looking at the ruins of fireworks and tears in tears.

If the red lips burn with flames/The colorful reds intertwined with the abyss/The moths could not fly with the fable of fate/If you spend half a lifetime of thought, there will be a breath on your lips.

After Chen Gui finished reciting, Jiao Yan exclaimed: "You are so awesome, your name is so good?"

"Lovers' Kiss."

Chen Gui was a little guilty, but fortunately she was an English teacher. If she was teaching Chinese, she would probably be beaten.

Because this poem means nostalgia.

Jiao Yan didn't understand and said, "I think she should call her wife kissing me. Can you call me a wife?"

Chen Gui patted Jiao Yan's shoulder and said, "Okay, my wife, you can call her any name."

Jiao Yan stood up and wanted to leave, reluctantly said, "Husband, I can't spend the night with you, let alone let people know about my relationship with you, otherwise I will be fired and you will not be able to see me every day."

Chen Gui thought to himself that my head was clamped by the door, and he would tell people that you are my wife.

Jiao Yan opened the door and turned around and reminded: "Remember to think of me, you have to think of me every minute and every second."

Chen Gui could only nod and said, "Okay."

After Jiao Yan left, Xiao Liang's shadow appeared in Chen Gui's mind. She should be reading at night in the north at this moment.

That unique title has been registered first by Jiao Yan. After the time and space change, can I still meet her?

The name of this poem was changed to a prophecy by Jiao Yan.
Chapter completed!