Jing Jiaren once wondered whether she was going to a teacher's office or to meet the president of a large company.

There are many teachers in this kind of cram school, and generally there is no special office...

Ximen Longting is so cool that he always leaves a room for classes wherever he goes.

When Jing Jiaren walked in, she expected to see Ximen Longting wearing glasses sitting at his desk, flipping through course preparation files and materials.

But this is just a small suite.

Sofas, TVs, wine cabinets, hanging chairs, everything is available.

There is a bottle of red wine on the coffee table, half a glass of red wine on the wine glass, and a fruit platter and dessert are ready.

But there was no one from Ximen Longting...

Jing Jiaren threw the heavy things on the sofa and heard the soft sound of water coming from the room.

The corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth turned up with sarcasm. It was the first time she saw the teacher's office look like this!

However, there is a small pile of design drafts placed beside the coffee table...

She turned to leave, thought about it, and couldn't help but pick it up and look at it. This was the homework he assigned to the students in the last design class.

Before class started today, everyone handed in their design drawings.

The first picture is Jing Jiaren’s work.

Jing Jiaren flipped through one by one and saw that most of other people's works had attached text. She even attached a photo of her own head and wrote down her ID number, home address, mobile phone number, height and measurements.

There is also no lack of confessions in design drafts, but this emotional intelligence...

[I am your ice cream in summer, your cotton-padded jacket in winter, your light bulb in the dark, and your bread when you are hungry! I really want to say "I love you" to you! I miss you so much, find an artist to draw you

, stick you in the cup, drink water and kiss you every day...]

Jing Jiaren was so shocked that she was speechless. With such emotional intelligence, she still wanted to confess to Ximen Longting?

But just by looking at it for a moment, you can see how hungry these women are...

If Ximen Longting wants a woman, there is no need to chase her, not even to hook her with his fingers.

Anyone he wants will be willing to sleep in his bed.

Jing Jia was speechless, put down the design drawings and prepared to leave...

"Now that you're here, why don't you leave without saying hello?"

Ximen Longting has a mysophobia. If he is contaminated by the smell of vulgar powder, he must take a bath immediately to remove the smell from his body.

This is why he placed a room at each class location.

"See clearly how popular I am."

Ximen Longting glanced at the design draft, sat down on the sofa, crossed his knees, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, his chest in the bathrobe was split open, the water was not wiped dry, and a few water droplets were rolling,

Flows through sexy and firm texture.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, she sat on his lap, and the delicious smell of him having just taken a bath hit her.

"Have you thought about it?"

"What are you thinking about?" Jing Jiaren glared at him and struggled to escape.

"You came here, didn't you intend to be my woman?"

"You asked me to come to your office after class!" What does it have to do with her being his woman?

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "If I ask you to come over, will you come over? Jing Jiaren, have you ever been such an obedient student?"

"..."

"You have always been afraid of me. Now you have changed your mind?"

He was really surprised, he didn't expect this trick to be so effective.

It was not in vain that he put down his macho figure and read love textbooks for a few days...
Chapter completed!