This Fake Daughter Deserves To Be Spoiled

Wake up early the next morning to run morning exercises. After running the morning exercises, I returned to the classroom. Yang Chuyue looked at the Chinese teacher who was going out, moved to Tang Shuangxu’s side, and asked: "You didn’t see anything when you went back last night. Bar?"

Tang Shuangxu turned his head to look at her, and asked, "What do you think I will run into?"

"You bastard, you look so good-looking." Yang Chuyue smiled and put a small mango next to her.

Tang Shuangxu's eyes fell on the little mango, and Yang Chuyue urged her: "Hurry up and put it away, the Chinese teacher is back."

When she put the little mango into the desk, Yang Chuyue was still looking at her, her eyes were already on the tip of her ears, thinking that she was still so cute when she looked closer, and I don’t know when to play with the same table. If it's related, you can squeeze it.

For breakfast, Yang Chuyue still went to the black house to eat the braised noodles and added the braised beef made by Grandma Liu herself. It was very fragrant. After she finished eating, she went to the next-door canteen to buy a bottle of milk and went to school while drinking.

A person ran up behind her, holding her arm, "Yang Chuyue, why do you still like drinking milk so much? You haven't seen you grow after drinking so much?"

The girl with a ponytail glanced at her chest and teased.

"Fuck you!" Yang Chuyue shook her hand away and pushed lightly on her shoulder.

The girl soon smiled and ran away, "Look in your pocket!"

Yang Chuyue reached out and touched her pocket, and she found out two packets of dried fish. She looked up and saw the girl running to another teaching building, turning her head and making a face at her.

When Yang Chuyue returned to the classroom, it was still early. Everyone hadn't come back after breakfast. There were not many people in the classroom, and her deskmate was lying on the table.

Yang Chuyue paused, and walked over and put a hand on her shoulder to nod, "What's the matter? Uncomfortable?"

"No." Tang Shuangxu raised her head, her eyes blanked for a moment, she got up to make room for Yang Chuyue, "I'm replenishing sleep."

"Didn't have breakfast?"

Tang Shuangxu shook his head.

Yang Chuyue walked in and sat down against the wall. She saw that her lips were a little pale. She turned her head and turned out a piece of chocolate and a pack of sandwich cakes from the desk. She gave her a pack of small fish, "You can eat something. The habit of skipping breakfast is not good."

Tang Shuangxu was staring at her small desk.

Just when Yang Chuyue opened the desk and searched for it, she saw that there was not a book in Yang Chuyue's desk, and it was all for food.

Tang Shuangxu ate that piece of chocolate, and the color of her lips was a little better.

The weather in September was still hot. There was no air conditioning in the classrooms and the ceiling fans were blowing. It was fine in the morning. In the afternoon, the wind power of the ceiling fans was not enough.

Yang Chuyue was about to move her buttocks while sitting for a while, moving around, thinking of a tumbler, once to the left, and then to the right again, Tang Shuangxu endured it, but still did not hold it, and turned towards her when the sixth get out of class was over. Asked: "Why did you move around?"

"I'm afraid of covering the prickly heat in my butt." Yang Chuyue leaned close to her, with a mysterious expression on her face.

Tang Shuang Xu: "..."

When returning from dinner in the evening, Yang Chuyue had an extra ice pad on her stool.

It was rare to be at the same table anymore, and Yang Chuyue was able to stand in her position and stare at the ice pad for a few minutes.

"What are you doing?" A cold voice that couldn't hide it sounded from behind.

Yang Chuyue turned her head and looked at Tang Shuangxu who was holding a black water glass. She leaned over and said in a small voice, "I suspect someone has a crush on me."

Tang Shuang Xu: "Oh."

"Can you get in?" She raised her eyes to look at Yang Chuyue.

"Go in." Yang Chuyue sat down against the wall, reached out and touched the ice pad underneath, and said: "Did you see who put it for me? It's quite comfortable."

Tang Shuangxu said nothing.

When Yang Chuyue looked over, she saw that she was putting on lip balm.

The lip balm is small, with a small carrot shell on the outside, very cute.

Yang Chuyue stared at it for a while, her eyes shifted slightly, and she fell on Tang Shuangxu's lips, which were pale pink, but Tang Shuangxu's skin was very white and lined up nicely.