Chapter 490

There is a marketing number to the original late summer as a keyword, search a large number of micro blog out, and then found the original qingdafa micro blog

"You only notice that the former late Xia was Xia Wanyuan. Do you forget that the Qing university had officially announced the former late Xia as their professor of literature and art?"

Everyone was dazzled by the appearance of the original late summer, and was reminded by the marketing number one, then everyone remembered, right! At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Qing University was a professor in the late Xia Dynasty,

Now the original late summer is Xia Wanyuan, which means that Xia Wanyuan is the professor of Qingda!!!

I'm confused.. The world is so fake and lovely. What kind of immortal is this, 22 years old, Professor of the double Department of Qing university

My God, I take back my original words. Xia Wanyuan is really such a bully that he can ask Qingda to invite her to be a professor. It's amazing

[therefore, when we denounce the Chinese Poetry Association, it's actually Xia Wanyuan's true play. He is a professor of literature at Qingda University, and it's perfectly normal to answer all the questions correctly.]

Now I just want to ask Nu Wa whether she has a heart or not!! When you pinch Xia Wanyuan, you pinch him with your heart. Maybe you pinch me with your feet

All of a sudden, the doubts about "Chinese Poetry Association" disappeared, and the audience rating of "focus on people" on national TV station rose extremely fast.

A large number of netizens flocked to Xia Wanyuan's and Yuan Wanxia's microblogs. It didn't look like a person's painting style. Everyone brushed "master, you're hiding so much from us!" under the microblog

After the interview, Xia Wanyuan came out of the recording and broadcasting hall very quietly,

A familiar car was still parked outside. Xia Wanyuan sat on it and was taken to his arms by junshiling,

"Tired?" The emperor's Mausoleum kisses Xia Wanyuan's forehead,

"Hungry." Xia Wanyuan's voice was a little tired. Just after recording the Chinese poetry club, she went to record the focus on people. Now she feels very sick in her stomach.

"No dinner?" When junshiling heard her voice, he felt something was wrong,

"Well." Xia Wanyuan wins and lies lazily in junshiling's arms,

"Let's have some bread first," Jun Shiling said, taking out a bag of bread,

"I don't want to eat this," said Xia Wanyuan, shaking her head. As a very traditional Chinese, she prefers rice. When it's hot and hungry, she doesn't like bread at all.

"If you eat a little, you can cushion it first, or you will feel uncomfortable," Jun Shiling opened the bag and broke off a small piece, which was sent to Xia Wanyuan's mouth,

Xia Wanyuan head a crooked, buried in the arms of the emperor mausoleum, "do not eat."

Feel Xia Wanyuan's hairy hair rub in his arms, Jun Shiling eyes with a smile, "don't eat, don't eat, scatter what Jiao."

Since Xia Wanyuan did not eat, junshiling no longer reluctantly threw the bread aside,

At this time, the car was driving to the middle of the street. Junshiling looked out of the window of the car. There was a restaurant Xia Wanyuan liked to eat, so he asked the driver to stop the car,

"I'll get you something to eat."

The business of baiweixuan is excellent. Every table is full of people. The restaurant is full of people. It's very busy.

Restaurant owner happily lying on the front desk, counting today's account, it is a day full of money, happy!

Gradually, the boss suddenly found that the surrounding environment seemed to become quiet, and there was no voice at all,

The boss looked up and didn't find the bill in his hand.

The eyes of the whole audience were on junshiling,

"This one, this one and this one," Jun Shiling gently ordered the menu,

"Oh!!! well!! We'll get ready right away. "The boss is silly. Isn't this junshiling, the owner of Junshi group?!!!

When the news reached the kitchen, the cook cooked the meal as quickly as he could and handed it to Jun Shiling,

The whole restaurant was quiet when he found junshiling coming in. It was not until he disappeared at the door that the sound was restored in the restaurant.

Soon, "junshiling baiweixuan" hot search has climbed to the "Xia Wanyuan Yuan Yuan Yuan late summer" topic.

Junshiling gets on the bus with the food and sits next to Xia Wanyuan, who habitually leans on him,

Looking at Xia Wanyuan's tired brow, junshiling was very distressed. He opened the box and fed Xia Wanyuan with spoonful by spoonful,

"I'm full." junshiling usually doesn't let Xia Wanyuan eat greasy food. Just at baiweixuan, he specially told him to put less oil and salt, so the food was very light. After a few mouthfuls, Xia Wanyuan didn't want to eat,

"Why do you eat so little?" Junshiling put down his chopsticks and rubbed Xia Wanyuan's hair,

"It's too light. I want spicy food, boiled fish and watered chicken."

"You don't have a good stomach," Jun Shiling said with a frown. As soon as he was about to continue, he pointed out to Shang Xia Wanyuan's resentful eyes,

"I don't care, I want to eat that, OK or not," Xia Wanyuan didn't find out. Now in front of junshiling, she has brought back the small temperament of her previous life as a little princess.

Jun Shiling looks at Xia Wanyuan's smart eyes and is silent,

"OK, junshiling, I haven't eaten that for a long time." Xia Wanyuan's voice was very cold in ordinary days, but now he softened his voice, which was quite like Wu Nong's tenderness,

Xia Wanyuan leaned on junshiling's shoulder and unconsciously drew a circle on his arm. "You're too much. You don't even give me what I want to eat."

Junshiling only felt that Xia Wanyuan's fingertips were rowing on his arm, like an electric current, leaving a ripple on his arm.

"OK," Jun Shiling grabbed Xia Wanyuan's hand fiercely, "I'll call Uncle Wang to prepare now, but I'm only allowed to eat this once this month."

"Well, junshiling, it's very kind of you." Xia Wanyuan bent his eyes with a smile,

"Hum" when the emperor came, Ling gave a cold hum and helplessly surrounded the people in his arms,

I sighed in my heart. What can I do? This man is becoming more and more coquettish,

In addition to spoil, what else can be done.