Chapter 807 The President Is a Voice Controller! Twenty One

There wasn't much expression on that small face, if he insisted on describing it, Qiao Sirui looked at it carefully, he probably saw a bit of loveless in capital letters in Chu Ci's eyes.

Then the little girl yawned, and a little bit of crystal overflowed and stained the little girl's eyelashes. Those eyes were also extremely beautiful, as if they had just been washed, clear and beautiful, because the distance between the two was a little close, and the eyes were so beautiful. When yawning, Chu Ci's deep inhalation sound made Qiao Sirui's heart tremble, and then he followed Chu Ci's breathing and exhaled slowly. Go in one go.

Chu Ci raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and wiped away the tears from her eyes just now from yawning. There was a joking smile on the corner of her lips. Looking at Qiao Sirui in front of her like this, her voice was still vague Yes, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he looked at him with half-closed eyes, "How is this class?"

"It's okay." Qiao Sirui raised his brows, opened his mouth, and waved the notebook he brought with him. He had already attended half of the class, and this man jotted down some things in the notebook, although the handwriting was a bit sloppy. But it was evident that he had indeed listened.

"You actually listened?"

Seeing the little girl's eyes widen slightly, and her small body leaning over to look at the notebook in his hand, Qiao Sirui's eyes dimmed, and she looked at Chu Ci's slightly sleepy face.

The little girl's complexion wasn't very good yesterday, but her complexion is still slightly pale today, and she heard the little girl call yesterday, so she naturally knew that the little girl was sick.

It was a little hot in the room, she was sweating a little, a little hair stuck to her forehead, and she smelled of fresh milky body wash, soft and sweet like cake cream, which made people feel extra comfortable.

Qiao Sirui, who has never liked sweets very much, this is the first time that it is not unreasonable that sweets make people feel happy.

'Qiao Sirui's love value +2, currently 17. '

The notebook in her hand had already been taken by Chu Ci, and she casually flipped through two pages. Because of her actions, the two of them inevitably got a little close. Naturally, she took off the strands of hair stuck to Chu Ci's forehead.

The faint smell of lemon on his body suddenly got a little closer, and with the burning heat between him, it passed her forehead so lightly, Chu Ci raised her eyes to look at him.

This person doesn't feel that people are getting close to each other. Leaning on the back of the chair like this, the accent of the young master of the capital is extremely pleasant, and the son's accent that he carries from time to time makes people can't help but chuckle. Tease your own feelings.

But in reality, it was just his usual sloppy talking.

"I heard you've been sick recently?" Qiao Sirui asked, still holding a strand of Chu Ci's slightly sweaty hair in his hand, but this time, he didn't dare to pull it like before, making the little girl explode , just raised his hand to put Chu Ci behind his ear.

"I had a fever before, but it's gone now." Chu Ci returned the notebook in his hand to him, then nodded in response, shrank back, and sat down on his chair. The two were still a little close The distance between them is also suddenly opened.

The corners of Qiao Sirui's lips twitched, and he glanced at her.