Chapter 1110
What I hate most is his appearance. It seems that learning is the best in the world.
"I'm gone." She pouted up her little mouth, puffed up her lovely cheeks, and closed the volume angrily.
Seeing that she was about to leave, wankun hurriedly pulled her up: "where are you going?"
"I'm tired. I'll go back to my room and sleep." She wanted to tear off his hand, but it happened that although Wan Kun was two years younger than her, she was much stronger than her, and she could not move.
Wan Kun shook his head and said, "no, you can't leave before you finish your homework."
"Can you manage me?" read the text? You really think you are my little martial uncle. In a word, when I study medicine with my master, you are still a baby. You should call me elder martial sister. "
Wan Kun said: "although you have learned earlier than me, you may not be better than me in medical skills. It can be seen that it is not the key to how many years you have studied art."
This is the sad part of Nianwen. Her father and mother always praised her for her cleverness. The emperor's uncle also said that she had a wonderful appearance and learned everything quickly. However, he always compared her with wankun.
She didn't want to talk to wankun again, but she didn't want to pull back her hand, but she was not strong enough for him. Thinking of the shriveled food she had eaten in front of him, she felt very uncomfortable, and suddenly her eyes were red, and crystal tears rolled down.
This frightened Wan Kun, and quickly released his hand: "did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. " He stood on tiptoe, waving his little white and fat hands, wiping tears for her clumsily. He could not panic in his heart, and he did not know how to coax her to smile.
Seeing his clumsy and nervous appearance, he felt less angry when he read the article, and laughed.
At this time, Zhou Jiao came back and saw the tears on Nianwen's face. He immediately said to wankun, "you bully Wener again?"
Wan Kun frowns. What is bullying her? When did he bully her? "It's none of your business." He didn't want to explain to Zhou Jiao. He took Wen's hand again and said, "aren't you tired? I'll take you back to rest. "
Zhou Jiao hurriedly grabbed the other hand of Nian Wen: "if you want to send it, I will send it too. You are not needed."
They each held one hand. No one was willing to let go. Wen'er simply shook off the two hands and said, "who wants you to send them? Don't I know the way? " After that, she called Xiaobai, who was crouching in the corner dozing off, and then turned around and jumped away.
Zheng Zhongwen, standing beside Zhou an Chao in the garden, said, "you daughter, will grow up in the future, and I don't know how many men will be sad for her." Just like her mother, it's so gorgeous that it's a mistake for life.
Zhongwen shrugged: "it's the children's business. They have their own lives."
Zhou an chuckled, but he said, "I hope jiao'er can fight for courage, and don't be like his father again, passing by the love of his life, causing loneliness for the whole life."
In a flash, eight years have passed.
In the dusk, the back door of Wanfu was opened quietly. A very handsome young man strode out of the door, holding a folding fan in his hand. He was wearing a dark silver brocade suit under the moon. His waist was inlaid with precious jade and waistband, and his feet were wearing Xiangyun boots. What a smart and dignified man.
Young man just did not go out a few steps, and another young man, who was as old as he was, came out with a handsome face. Although he was not as handsome as the young man before him, he was much taller and stronger.
"I'm gone." She pouted up her little mouth, puffed up her lovely cheeks, and closed the volume angrily.
Seeing that she was about to leave, wankun hurriedly pulled her up: "where are you going?"
"I'm tired. I'll go back to my room and sleep." She wanted to tear off his hand, but it happened that although Wan Kun was two years younger than her, she was much stronger than her, and she could not move.
Wan Kun shook his head and said, "no, you can't leave before you finish your homework."
"Can you manage me?" read the text? You really think you are my little martial uncle. In a word, when I study medicine with my master, you are still a baby. You should call me elder martial sister. "
Wan Kun said: "although you have learned earlier than me, you may not be better than me in medical skills. It can be seen that it is not the key to how many years you have studied art."
This is the sad part of Nianwen. Her father and mother always praised her for her cleverness. The emperor's uncle also said that she had a wonderful appearance and learned everything quickly. However, he always compared her with wankun.
She didn't want to talk to wankun again, but she didn't want to pull back her hand, but she was not strong enough for him. Thinking of the shriveled food she had eaten in front of him, she felt very uncomfortable, and suddenly her eyes were red, and crystal tears rolled down.
This frightened Wan Kun, and quickly released his hand: "did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. " He stood on tiptoe, waving his little white and fat hands, wiping tears for her clumsily. He could not panic in his heart, and he did not know how to coax her to smile.
Seeing his clumsy and nervous appearance, he felt less angry when he read the article, and laughed.
At this time, Zhou Jiao came back and saw the tears on Nianwen's face. He immediately said to wankun, "you bully Wener again?"
Wan Kun frowns. What is bullying her? When did he bully her? "It's none of your business." He didn't want to explain to Zhou Jiao. He took Wen's hand again and said, "aren't you tired? I'll take you back to rest. "
Zhou Jiao hurriedly grabbed the other hand of Nian Wen: "if you want to send it, I will send it too. You are not needed."
They each held one hand. No one was willing to let go. Wen'er simply shook off the two hands and said, "who wants you to send them? Don't I know the way? " After that, she called Xiaobai, who was crouching in the corner dozing off, and then turned around and jumped away.
Zheng Zhongwen, standing beside Zhou an Chao in the garden, said, "you daughter, will grow up in the future, and I don't know how many men will be sad for her." Just like her mother, it's so gorgeous that it's a mistake for life.
Zhongwen shrugged: "it's the children's business. They have their own lives."
Zhou an chuckled, but he said, "I hope jiao'er can fight for courage, and don't be like his father again, passing by the love of his life, causing loneliness for the whole life."
In a flash, eight years have passed.
In the dusk, the back door of Wanfu was opened quietly. A very handsome young man strode out of the door, holding a folding fan in his hand. He was wearing a dark silver brocade suit under the moon. His waist was inlaid with precious jade and waistband, and his feet were wearing Xiangyun boots. What a smart and dignified man.
Young man just did not go out a few steps, and another young man, who was as old as he was, came out with a handsome face. Although he was not as handsome as the young man before him, he was much taller and stronger.