Chapter 67

At the beginning of self-study in the evening, Li Yanmo was fed with sweet yogurt and hawthorn, but he found that sweet face didn't look good.

The whole night of self-study, she is powerless lying on the table, if usually, even if she does not understand, will also be obediently sitting.

Li Yanmo's heart is suspicious, the book on the table top is up, after blocking his face, he looks at the little girl beside him quietly.

Sweet skin was originally very white, but now it looks more white, even the blood vessels under the skin are clearly seen, with a little weak state.

And her stomach is growling.

"Are you hungry?" Li Yanmo couldn't help asking.

"No, No Ning Tiantian's voice was dry, "I had several bowls of rice today."

"Do you think you can't digest it?" Li Yanmo couldn't help but feel a bottle of yogurt from the table belly and put it into her hand, "I'll help you block it, drink it quickly."

Yogurt, also can become fat

Rather sweet frown frown, heart incomparably tangled, but ink brother is covetously staring at himself.

She had to take a sip, sour and sweet taste is really too good to drink, if not to lose weight, she can drink another 100 bottles!

"Report to the teacher!" Sitting at the back of Li Yan Mo, summer suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Ning Tiantian, and then said to the teacher, "she eats in class!"

"Who dares to eat in my class!" On the platform was the famous old history teacher in the school. At the moment, he was making great strides towards Ning Tiantian.

At this time, Li Yanmo quickly grabbed Tiantian's yogurt and put it on his lips. After taking a sip, he took the initiative to stand up and meet the anger of the history teacher.

"It's me."

"It's not the monitor, it's his sister!" Summer can't bear to be scolded, once again pointing to Ning Tiantian.

Li Yanmo turned his head, his eyes coldly swept from her face. The summer trembled and bit his lips. He didn't dare to drink. She didn't do anything wrong. What's wrong with eating in class? Can't you tell her the teacher!?

"Who is it?" The old man of history, who was still angry at the beginning, now feels a little interesting.

Ning Tiantian pulled the school uniform and clothes of Li Yanmo, indicating that he would not speak again. She took a step forward, "sorry, teacher. It was my yogurt that I stole. It has nothing to do with brother ink."

"In that case, you can stand for me in the corridor!" History old man roars, just won't because she is a primary school student to let her go.

Rather sweet low head, slowly toward the outside.

"Yogurt is what I give her." Li Yanmo looked at the history teacher, "the responsibility lies in me."

Old man of history glared and blew his beard. "Then you stand outside for me too!"

He has always been an old stubborn, will not because of your good family background, study well will look at you differently.

When Li Yanmo went outside, Tiantian was squatting on the ground playing with ants. She had no consciousness of being driven out to punish her.

Aware of a shadow in front of her, she immediately raised her face curiously, and then on the soft eyes of Li Yan mo.

"Brother ink, how did you come out?"

"Stop." He reached out his arm and pulled her up from the ground and leaned with her against the cool wall.

"Brother ink, are you stupid? I'm enough to stand by myself. If you study so well, if you don't attend class, you will delay the exam..." Rather sweet bright red small mouth chatter endlessly.

Dark summer night, full of a little shining stars, cicada sound continuously, like her mouth can not stop.

Li Yanmo quietly listen to her small nagging, but after a while he found that the bottom of Tian Tian's feet was wobbling as if to fall.

"Are you still hungry?" Li Yan Mo Lian helped her. Without waiting for her to speak, he found a piece of sugar from his pocket and put it into her mouth, "eat this cushion first."

"Brother ink, how sweet..." Rather sweet between the lips and teeth are the taste of sugar, because weight loss excessive dizziness is not dizzy now.

Li Yan Mo speechless, "can sugar not be sweet?"