Chapter 292

Chen liangbo did not blink, staring at people, trying to see how she coax.

Lin Lang looked at him several times, and determined that the other party was sincere in asking her to "coax". She was a child, so she would change.

"You come down first." She waved.

Chen liangbo answered and stood up.

Lin Lang surprised pick eyebrows, between that figure suddenly jump from the top, she was this situation bluff a Leng, hurry up a few steps to meet people.

"Pa --"

the two fell together on the dark green mat behind them, which was specially used for sit ups for students.

This time, Lin Lang is really a meat mat. Fortunately, there is something to cushion. Otherwise, her old bone will be torn apart.

The little guy's face was buried in her chest, and she patted the owner's buttocks in a bad mood, "has the advantage taken enough?"

This angle is really tricky.

Chen liangbo raised his head in a daze. His soft touch made him lose his sharp speech ability. For the first time, he was aware of the difference between men and women.

His parents died very early. He followed his uncle since he was a child. He was a total workaholic, and he was not married. The big man had a black eye on the matter of raising a child. Fortunately, the child is smart and has a strong talent for imitation. He can cook and cook on a small stool before he is seven years old, which makes his uncle like a waste who can only eat with his mouth open.

Chen liangbo's impression of women remains on his uncle's girlfriend. He changes people very quickly. He comes and goes with different faces, but his figure is surprisingly consistent. He has a big chest, a thin waist and a crooked buttocks.

Men like this type? On this issue, Chen liangbo directly asked the party concerned that his uncle had been choking on his saliva for a long time. In order to save his superficial straight man's aesthetics, he said it was for the sake of the reproduction of future generations. He also said that the old people agreed that the buttocks were easy to have children.

Children don't understand it, but they also firmly remember this point.

Lin Lang is "not standard" in Chen liangbo's opinion. He is always worried that she is too thin and may suffer from childbirth in the future. Isn't there still dystocia to die of? He saw the news, it's true.

The little husband was worried about the birth and maintenance problem, and was not embarrassed at all.

I don't understand my uncle's suggestion.

But after all, he was a boy. Chen liangbo was overwhelmed by the sudden rise of his body. His head suddenly tilted back, and he sprang up in a panic.

It's rare to see the expression of the little poison's shock. When his eyes turned, his bad heart stretched out his long legs and wrapped him tightly around his thin waist, just like a branch of a net. "Didn't you say that you want me to coax you?" Her hair has grown a lot, scattered on the mat like seaweed, her face and neck are snow-white, like fresh lotus shoots, crisp raw.

Chen liangbo looked at her blankly. Now their postures are very strange. Their curiosity is better than their physical abnormality. He doesn't worry. He asks curiously, "is this called coax?"

"No, it's called -"

she stood up on her elbow, gave the little face a kiss, and then watched his reaction.

He looked at her with clear eyes, without a trace of redness.

Lin Lang stroked her forehead. Forget it. What's the strength of a child who doesn't grow as much as a bird's hair?

As a result, the next day, the English test papers were sent out, a variety of answer cards were missing, the answers behind were all confused, and the scores were also in a mess.

The English teacher alluded to her a few words to make her pay attention next time.

Lin Lang's attitude is really good. The old goblin has experienced so many ups and downs. She doesn't care about such a small matter. She puts her chin in her hands and ponders what to eat for lunch.

This looks very "melancholy" in the eyes of others. The warm-hearted English representative lost a small note and secretly poked it to remind the primary school bully that he should look at a wide range of emotions. The girl's mind is delicate, and a little bit of trivial matter will make them think about everything, not to mention being criticized by the teacher in class.

Chen liangbo's emotion fluctuates little. He seldom pays attention to and accurately understands other people's emotions. He doesn't feel very sad. However, since all the English representatives have said -

"do you need me to coax you?" The little husband turned his head and asked. The English teacher explained the questions on the top. His hands kept on writing down the notes. His clear eyes were still looking at them. He was very eager to use two things with one mind.

Lin Lang was wandering in the sky, thinking about the small restaurant outside. When she heard his voice, she answered vaguely. In fact, she didn't understand what he was saying.

The sharp tip of the pen across the paper, Shua.

The test paper on the desk was picked up and suddenly unfolded, just over two people's faces.

Outside the window, there were flakes of snow.

The first snow came late.

The little husband was wearing a thick sweater and a light brown scarf folded several times. His small face became more and more delicate and beautiful. He held the test paper in one hand and leaned over with his knee next to her calf, creating a sense of compression. The neck was up high and it was hard to get up.

Soft lips next to her cheek, like a spring branch circling down the flying flowers, light and sweet.Lin Lang's eyes widened with astonishment.

Lying trough?

Is this a counter offensive?

The other side is always that calm posture, see her for a long time did not come back to mind, thought, and moved his lips to another place.

More intimate, only the restricted area he can touch.

"Have I coaxed you?"

The little boy said low, hoarse tone hidden countless small fine hooks.

After the basketball game, my little husband had a burn that night. It was not serious. He took some medicine. Then it came. It was a sound changing period that every boy would experience.

Several boys in the class are also like this. Their voices suddenly become sharp and deep, which is worthy of the name of male duck voice. Girls often tease boys about this, which makes people embarrassed and ashamed. The original lively boys are afraid to speak. If the teacher calls on them to answer questions, especially reading the text, they can always make some jokes.

Compared with the embarrassment of the boys, the little husband is advantaged by nature. The tone of his voice changes is heavy and thick, which has faded the crisp and tender of the young children. It seems that he is softly saying good night love words in his ears, and his bones can be softened.

Chen liangbo's support group rose to a terrible level during this period.

Before, most people looked at him as a child, and few of them delivered love letters. Now Lin Lang is careless and has a few more love letters, which are sent by some primary school girls.

"Here you are."

She raised the letter in her hand and put it on Chen liangbo's table. The other side is working on a mathematical problem, and a page of dense formulas is written. He said, "well," and his expression was indifferent. Seeing her come back empty handed, he asked, "didn't you go to buy bread?"

There are 20 minutes between classes in the morning. Many people like to eat snacks to cushion their stomachs, so the snack shops are full of people after class.

Lin Lang shrugged his shoulders, "there are too many people, I can't squeeze in." She put out her toe. "You see, my shoes are all trampled on."

He put on his pen cap, took a paper towel from the front, dipped it in water, and bent down to wipe away the stains on his boots.

"You sit down and I'll buy it." Chen liangbo stood up, tall and straight, showing a sense of male oppression. Lin Lang suddenly found that the boy ran fast, only half a semester, he no longer need to raise his neck, looking up at her.

The voice changed, the voice grew higher, and the Adam's apple became prominent. All of them conveyed a certain voice to her: he was no longer a child that she could coax by touching her head.

Between the maturity of men and the period of juvenile astringency, his eyebrows and eyes gradually revealed, subtle, showing the signs of danger.

This silk clue conceals very carefully, usually gets along with also not to be able to discover.

Lin Lang still treats people as his younger brother, and he doesn't avoid Chen liangbo in his intercourse with boys. Occasionally, he counts the advantages of a certain boy in his class before him. After finishing his own opinion, he can't help gossiping and wondering whether he is attracted to other little sisters.

Senior two is over, summer vacation begins.

The summer in Beijing is as hot as a stove. The asphalt road is baked and gives off a strange smell. Lin Lang doesn't like to go out and sweat a lot. So she stays at home to read the meeting and eat watermelon.

Watermelon was sent by Chen liangbo's unreliable uncle. It was big and sweet. It was picked in Chen's orchard and kept in the refrigerator all night. Under the command of Lin Lang, Chen liangbo took it out and cut it into neat small pieces. It was delicious with yogurt.

Lin Lang was lying on the newly bought sofa at home with her feet stretched out to Chen liangbo's thighs. She put a watermelon in her mouth, which relieved the heat. She was satisfied and smashed her mouth. Then she said slowly, "little brother, don't hide from your sister. You must have someone you like."

the boy's thin fingers clutched a nail polish bottle, carefully painted his toenails, and the delicious red slowly fainted.

Chen liangbo's eyelashes are long and thin, covering the pupil of light brown. His eyelids are not lifted, so he asks, "how do you know?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Lin Lang laughs very strange, "elder sister all understands."

Can she know?

Small poison these days, get up early every day to wash clothes, underwear change more frequently.

Lin Lang thought and very melancholy, the little guy finally grew up, know how to think of spring, to arch other people's garden water Lingling cabbage.

It's not easy. She's finally going to get out of her misery.

Let this little poison go to poison Oh no, I love other girls.

"What do you know?" He asked coldly.

The wrist of his right hand was pressed on his ankle, which was slightly heavy.

Lin Lang felt that this excited a little anger, the idea of a circle, this little poison rebellious period is coming?

For children who are rebellious in psychology, we should still smooth the hair.

So she laughed and stopped asking questions. She poked a watermelon with her silver fork. Just after she bit it into her mouth, the sofa on her side suddenly sank. The faint smell of Gleditsia sinensis passed through the tip of her nose, and her clear and transparent eyes were close at hand.He glanced at the man with an indistinguishable look.

Just when she thought about what this person was going to do, the other party opened his mouth and held the small watermelon in his mouth. He pulled it violently and grabbed it directly.

Lin Lang rolled her eyes, "childish."

Chen liangbo slowly moved the watermelon back to his mouth, and the dark red juice overflowed and moistened the corners of his lips. He sipped it gently, and the color fainted deeper. After eating

, the water was dried up imperceptibly.

Chen liangbo put down her legs and went to the house to hold an air conditioner quilt and put it on her. His braid was loose and fell on his cheek. His fingers ran over and touched the delicate Zhiyu. Those powder and small fluff were very lovable.

"You don't know anything."

That's why I fell asleep in front of him so unprepared and innocent.