MTL - Broken-Winged Angel-Chapter 31 Start reading

I have finally passed the small test of market economics. But it is not my own efforts, my mind is not as smart as they are, and my good grades have been achieved by more effort than others. Efforts require time and effort, but the imminent exam does not leave me plenty of time.

When I thought that I would be taken down by the ruthless professor, Zhao Yuxuan handed me a "Key Summary and Pre-test Guessing". The powerful handwriting in the first half of the note was Zhao Yuxuan. The latter part of the slightly sharp note is Zhao Yibo.

If I have a little bit of temperament, I will choose not to read this note, and even more, I can die of their heart, but the harsh face of the professor and the 15% of the total score threaten me to compromise.

It took me two full days to memorize all the key points and guesses on my notes. In the small test, I successfully saved the position of the top of the information, and also allowed me to consolidate the reputation of my talented woman.

They seem to have been very busy all the time, except to go to school to go to Zhao to handle some work, sometimes they will be busy in the study until very late to return to my bed. Sometimes I think, they haven't made love with me just because I am falling asleep because they are busy and have no energy or mood.

However, they have compiled the exam focus and pre-test questions for me. This thick material should take a lot of time.

Should I thank them for this? I do not know! But my heart really softened because of this.

"Shi Qingxia, go to the green mood of the school gate at 4:00 pm, someone wants to see you." Chen Yanmei, a fascinating daughter, appeared in my classroom. Her appearance caused quite a stir, and the male students in the class were curious and admiring watching the beautiful and fascinating school flowers, while the female students looked at her worthlessness with an envious look. Clothing jewelry. But they all have the same curiosity in their hearts: the school flower that is worthy of the price finds me what a poor, mediocre woman does.

I didn't bother to pay attention to her, nor to see strangers I don't know. Although I am curious, who can make a high-profile Chen Yanmei send a message to her.

At 3:40 pm, my last class was over. I decided to call my mom to go to the supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables and meat. Now I can't afford a white toast, so I have to call it. Pay the bill. I want to have a hearty dinner for them and repay them for their kindness.

"Little masters like to eat light things. The young master prefers fresh fish, especially fresh salmon. The second master prefers to eat chicken." While picking food at the supermarket, I told the Zhao brothers about me. Hobby.

"They like to eat food on the list? But don't you always make some heavy dishes? For example, the Mapo tofu and braised beef that I ate yesterday." I wondered, except for the days when my wounds had just healed. The dishes have always been dominated by Sichuan and Shandong cuisines. I always thought that they liked to eat these heavy tastes.

"Miss, you like to eat these heavy-tasting dishes, so the young masters have specifically told me to do it." Yu Ma said to me while checking a fresh fish on the shelf.

I am stunned. I really like to eat these heavy-tasting dishes, especially spicy things. The more spicy I like, the more I like to eat. These days, the dishes are very good for my appetite, so I have been eating very happy. I never noticed what they liked, but they noticed my preferences and eating habits and changed their diet to match my preferences.

My heart is filled with faint touch, and my hatred towards them seems to be gradually reduced as I find more and more of their silent thoughtfulness.

Maybe I will forgive them for a day, but not now.

The shopping power of women is amazing. I managed to move the spoils I bought in the supermarket home with my mother. The stuff filled with a kitchen made me think that we almost moved the entire supermarket back.

I started to prepare the food for dinner, and my mother was responsible for giving me the second chef. Soon a table of delicious food was served on the table, including Zhao Yibo's favorite fresh-fried salmon and Zhao Yuxuan's favorite fried onion chicken.

The doorbell rang, it should be that they came back, I untied my apron and got up to open the door.

The door is not a Zhao brother, but a woman I have never seen before. I haven't waited for me to ask who she is. A hot slap has hit my face.

I grabbed the hot, hot cheeks, and I didn't know how to respond. I could only let her violent slaps fall on me.

What is going on?