As She Wished

3

Her words are interrogative, and her casual tone can't judge any emotions.

"It's not like this..." Fu Jing swallowed, shaking his head like a small rattle. She hasn't figured out how to make a round later.

Gu Celadon gave Tao Xian a look and turned away.

She didn't really want to hear the explanation.

Tao Xian followed, and whispered to Fu Jing again, "It's okay, she won't be angry. You can sit and play by yourself for a while."

Fu Jing: "...good."

She looked at the backs of the two people walking away, bulging, feeling lost, and letting out a sigh of relief.

In short, it's good if the beauty is not angry.

Fu Jing sat for a while, and chatted with Qin Zijin one after another. She stood up and wanted to ask for ice water. When I walked over, I didn't see the steps clearly, I stumbled, and I stood firm and did not fall, but the phone was thrown out.

Simply thrown two meters away.

"..."

The woman next to her bent over to help her pick it up, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Good luck, so that the screen doesn't break at all." The voice was gentle and gentle.

She was dressed clean and decent, with a calm and dignified manner.

It's not the same as other guests.

When Fu Jing took the phone, he blurted out: "Thank you, teacher."

The woman was stunned, her eyes fell on the little girl she didn't know, and he hesitated for a few seconds and asked: "Are you...?"

"I'm a student of Songjiang University," Fu Jing subconsciously reported to her family. After a pause, she realized what she meant and explained hurriedly, "No, I want to say that I am not your student. I just think you are particularly like A teacher."

So you guessed it right? Seeing this reaction must be a correct guess!

Fu Jing was pleased with his rare sensitivity.

Seeing the other party nodding and saying yes, she immediately asked with joy: "Teacher, are you from a nearby university?"

"No," Song Shujin was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled kindly, "I'm only teaching junior high school."

"Oh……"

Today is the weekend.

Fu Jing was really bored, and he had a natural sense of intimacy with the teacher. He found a topic and asked: "Then teacher, who do you like here?"

Song Shujin was stunned again, and said quickly, "No one, come in and play casually. I should go, too."

She smiled apologetically to Fu Jing, turned and left.

"..."

It seems to ask the wrong question.

Fu Jing had to go back to the booth alone, ordering all the tea on the menu boredly, taking turns to taste, and passing the time. I don't know when Gu Celadon will go to work normally.

She was thinking about her appearance, and slowly, another picture suddenly flashed in her mind.

Hazy.

The draught wind wafts into the sweet and greasy osmanthus scent. The person in front of him was holding a pen to copy the Buddhist scriptures, and Fu Jing seemed to please her and add tea to her, but he clumsily poured water on a corner of the scripture paper.