When Yu Tingchuan took a bath, Song Qingcheng walked barefoot on the carpet again and took his diary from the sofa and put it back in the bottom drawer of the left bedside table.

This bedside table has not been touched.
Yu Tingchuan wants to put things in the bedside table on the right.
Song Qingcheng originally hid the diary in luggage case, but it was too much trouble to take it every day. She quietly observed for a while to make sure that Yutingchuan didn’t have a bedside table. She transferred the diary and put some sanitary napkins in it.
So even if Yu Tingchuan opened the drawer and saw these things, he would definitely not turn them over again.
Pack up diary Song Qingcheng corners of the mouth slightly raised.
Yutingchuan came out of the shower and found that the whole Song Dynasty had been lying in the blue diary and didn’t clip tutoring.
As soon as she got into bed, the girl turned around
Seeing that she hasn’t fallen asleep, Yu Tingchuan’s line is gentle. "Wait for me?"
Song Qingcheng leaned toward him, and as a result, people didn’t touch his arm near his belly first, which showed that she was clumsy and didn’t continue to gather together for a while. It was vague and should be added, "Go to sleep quickly, and I feel so sleepy."
Said the first to close your eyes.
Yu Tingchuan seems to know that her mind didn’t immediately put the lamp in her arms and her voice was generous. "In recent days, concentrate on preparing for the exam and wait for you to finish the exam."
Song city some angrily mouth didn’t say anything but thin blanket stretched out in the past.
Yu Tingchuan grabbed her wrist as soon as her finger was placed on the waist of his pajamas. The tone was full of longitudinal "What do you want?"
"test one"
Song Qingcheng had a delicious meal and said, "See if you want to think about things."
In recent months, her pregnancy situation has gradually stabilized. Even though it is the second trimester, Yu Tingchuan has not touched her excessively, more or less fearing the influence of sexual intercourse on pregnant women.
Listening to her serious explanation of Yu Tingchuan’s heart, she then said, "Do you want to be touched by you or not?"
Song city listened to the upward kissed his mouth.
Then ask, "Have you thought about it yet?"
Yu Tingchuan looked at her bright and beautiful eyes, reached out and brushed away the scattered hair on her cheeks, then bowed their heads and kissed her lips. The teeth were slightly parted and the lips were pried open. In the middle of the night, such a kiss was heavier than a dragonfly, but it was not a hot entanglement. It was more like a kind of comfort.
Song Qingcheng was touched by his kiss. Every time after pregnancy, their intimate behavior was familiar and unfamiliar to her. When she was bitten on the lip, her consciousness responded more.
This kiss is YuTingChuan let her go first.
Looking at the song city breathing out of breath, the man’s eyes have a smile tone, but it’s rare to be tough. "If you sleep well, don’t think about yourself and think more about your unborn child."
"…" Song city suddenly don’t want to ignore him.
Yu Tingchuan put the desk lamp back into her arms again. When the man spoke, his chest vibrated slightly against her back. "If you don’t go to the company home to watch the exam with you, you won’t let Lao Zhao deliver meals for a few days. I’ll pick you up at noon and eat out."
The whole song dynasty listened to the in the mind a little uncomfortable. Maybe that’s what women do. People who don’t have principles will smile immediately after a little coax.
Uncontrolled lip bending, turning back and leaning on his shoulder, saying, "I want to eat corncakes and shredded bananas."
Yu Tingchuan hugged her "all depends on you"
……
On June 6, when the college entrance examination began, it was drizzling in Nancheng.
Section 371
The corridor of Zaozhong teaching building is full of students.
Song Qingcheng followed his students into the examination room to find their own position. There was no fan in the classroom, and there was some happiness that it was a rainy day. She wore a school coat and didn’t sweat.
Sitting next to her is a big boy.
The other party is looking towards Song Qingcheng and seeing Song Qingcheng looking up at him, he immediately grinned and whispered while the invigilator was not paying attention, "Miss Jie, please ask the answer sheet to move aside later?"
Song Qingcheng "…"
As the exam bell rang, she remembered the text message she had just received.
It’s from Yu Tingchuan with a few words, "Just try your best."
-digression–
At about nine o’clock in the morning, everyone will brush the second watch.
☆, Chapter 372 The college entrance examination is responsible for picking up the boss (2 more
The first Chinese exam starts at 9: 00 p.m. and ends at 113: 00 p.m.-
Students in the examination room are required to bring admission tickets and stationery. There are three invigilators in each classroom. Song Qingcheng recognized that one of the teachers was in No.3 Middle School, but it should be to avoid suspicion that he did not teach Senior Three.
With the arrival of test papers, the whole classroom is creaking.
Song Qingcheng got the test paper, and her heart beat faster by two beats. Even though she is a few years older than the field candidates, it is also the first time to experience the college entrance examination.
Write your name and admission ticket number on the left side of the answer sheet, take the test paper and start reading the questions.
It was not until the second bell rang that the candidates picked up their pens one after another and began to do the questions.
It took Song Qingcheng about a quarter of an hour to prepare for "Modern Literature Reading" when she finished reading the whole big topic of "Language and Writing". Yu Guang glanced at the big shaking head next to her and paused for a few seconds. She still put the answer sheet on the right hand side.
Sure enough, the owner of that big head began to struggle.
At about 1: 30 in the afternoon, I finished all the questions except Wensong Qingcheng.
At this time, she has some want to go to the toilet.
Song Qingcheng didn’t raise her hand, considering the problem of coming back to check. When the time comes, the teacher asked her to take off her coat and probably found that there was a’ pot’ hidden in her clothes. It is better to endure the’ pot’ when writing, but it began to kick her suddenly.
It doesn’t hurt or consciousness reaches out to touch it.
Wen wrote that there was sweat on her cheeks halfway, and she couldn’t tell whether it was heat or psychology.
There is still a quarter of an hour before the end of the exam. Song Qingcheng finished writing the paper. She didn’t insist on wasting her position for inspection, but chose to hand in the paper before.
The invigilator in No.3 Middle School saw her name and recognized that it was among the best in the school. The students repeatedly asked her, "Are you sure you want to hand in the papers now and stop checking?"
Song city nodded "I’m sure"
Seeing her firm attitude, the invigilator didn’t stop her again.
So Song Qingcheng, the first exam on the first day of the college entrance examination, left the examination room fifteen minutes earlier than his candidates.
桑拿会所  title=After coming out of the toilet, she went back to the classroom on weekdays.
There is no examination room in the teaching building of senior three, and now it is swinging.
Song Qingcheng returned to the classroom, put the pencil case in, opened the desk lock, took out his mobile phone and sent a short message to Yu Tingchuan, "I finished the exam!"
Ten seconds later, Yu Tingchuan replied, "Is it not convenient for you to answer the phone?"
Song city took the initiative to dial his number.
The call will be connected soon.
Hearing the man’s familiar sound, Song Qingcheng bit his mouth and smiled, and then Yu Tingchuan asked, "Why is it uncomfortable to hand in the papers before?"
"I want to hand in my paper before going to the toilet."
I don’t want him to worry. She explained, "I didn’t hand in any questions until I had done it well."
The temperature of Yutingchuan line is slow. "Can we go now?"

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