The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Jiang Beiyu went downstairs with the study materials he had prepared at some point.

When Su Nanzhi saw the familiar white paper, she was in a bad mood.

Jiang Beiyu raised his eyebrows and sat down beside him.

"Student Su, come here to make up lessons, don't waste the tuition fees you paid to the teacher, and try to improve your math score."

He Jingchuan still couldn't hold it back, and asked meanly, "You said that the score should be raised, what is the standard for raising it?"

Jiang Beiyu: "Full marks."

He Jingchuan: "..."

I'm sorry, but he brought it on himself.

He Jingchuan was nestling on the sofa beside him as quietly as a chicken, and Jiang Beiyu really treated the little bodyguard as if he didn't exist.

Normally, she would never be able to catch her as a make-up class, but He Jingchuan finally gave him such an opportunity, so he had to grasp it more or less.

It was only recently that Jiang Beiyu discovered that he actually liked giving lectures.

Of course, there is also a range.

He only likes to give lectures to people who can understand.

Su Nanzhi reluctantly began to accept the irrigation of new knowledge.

Jiangbei Yu is well-known, although Su Nanzhi has a good brain and clear thinking in solving problems, but she has not attended a few competition classes before, and she does not have a thorough understanding of the types of questions in the competition, let alone the exam next week. After the monthly exam, I have to go to the semi-finals again.

Su Nanzhi: I can't stand it for a small-brained man.

Jiang Beiyu is more precise in the scope of knowledge. He knows roughly what scope Su Nanzhi can grasp, and at the same time it will inspire her to think more.

Su Nanzhi: The Pain Mask is online again.

But after listening to this class, I have no time to think about other things.

Just when Jiang Beiyu was almost finished speaking, he looked to the side and saw that He Jingchuan had fallen asleep.

In the world of scumbags: listening to lectures = hypnosis.

I slept soundly.

Su Nanzhi couldn't help but yawned, "Mr. Jiang, let's stop here today, everyone is sleepy."

Jiang Beiyu is also easy to talk: "Okay, you go upstairs to tidy up and go to bed early."

Su Nanzhi paused for a moment, then pointed to He Jingchuan who was sleeping very cheaply, "What about him?"

Jiang Beiyu glanced at his little friend, and said in a very calm tone, "Let him sleep here, he's not alone."

Su Nanzhi stood up, "That's fine."

She went upstairs first.

Jiang Beiyu glanced at the dog on the sofa, and his last conscience was to drag a thin quilt from a certain room to cover him.

The last favor of a good brother is that Bo was overwhelmed and went all the way.

But Jiang Beiyu forgot one thing.

He stayed in the living room for a while, then went upstairs and returned to the room, and saw a quilt spread on the ground beside the bed, with a person lying on it.

Jiang Beiyu remembered.

His little bodyguard came this morning as promised.

"..."

It's definitely not a good thing for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room, but it's not a disease for anyone who has nothing to go out to advertise that he slept in the same room with someone.

Jiang Beiyu took a look at Su Nanzhi who was sleeping in a ball and was not woken up by the sound of him opening the door, and silently went to the closet to get the pajamas into the bathroom.

Fortunately, the weather has been cooler these two days. Jiang Beiyu usually likes to sleep without a shirt on.

Now that there is a little girl in the room, she would be playing hooligan if she didn't wear it.

In the bathroom, water spouted from the overhead shower, Jiang Beiyu stretched out his hand, and amidst the mist, smoke billowed from the frosted glass door.

A light blue flower gradually rose in his hand, it was icy.