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8. The eighth mouth(2/2)

Chen Qinglang withdrew his gaze like a thief, ignored him, and pulled out another piece of paper, but this time he was not as focused as before.

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This time the people in the office were really staying until noon.

Twenty minutes before the students finished class, everyone got up and prepared to go downstairs to the cafeteria, otherwise they would have to collide with the students later.

Others walked in front.

Xi Huan slowed down, and Youwei naturally understood it. She took the initiative to walk in front and go down the stairs.

Ruan Van did not come back, and there were only four people left in the office in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xueyang was relaxed and saw Chen Qinglang sorting out the things on the table without any haste. He said angrily: "You are so procrastinating, I won't wait for you."

In the blink of an eye, he walked out with Yang Xi'an.

Chen Qinglang saw that Xi Huan had left, and then left the office.

Unexpectedly, he had just left the office and just locked the door when he heard Xi Huan screaming softly behind his back, "Teacher Shen, wait, I have something left."

Chen Qinglang quickly moved out of the way.

He saw her running into the office, and his slim back seemed to be looking for something.

A moment later, a smile appeared in front of him.

Xi Huan smiled and said, "Teacher Shen, please stretch out your hand."

Chen Qinglang stretched out his hand in an unknown way.

The two stood together, one high and one low, and the black and white teaching building seemed to have become the most ordinary background color.

Xi Huan loosened his palm and a handful of candy fell into his hand. The sound of the candy paper collided.

However, Chen Qinglang's attention was in another place.

He felt the other person's nails gently carry over from his palms, which was numb and almost made him shudder and his heart beat like a drum.

The next moment, the other party withdrew his hand.

Xi Huan looked up slightly at him and bent his eyes, "This one is a bit different from last time, but they are all delicious. It's the thank you gift you gave me the umbrella last time."

It was obviously the sound of his usual speaking, Chen Qinglang could hear the softness.

He held the candy in his palm tightly, couldn't help but pinch his hot ears, and responded with a tight eyebrow, "Okay."
Chapter completed!
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