Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

The girl's big eyes winked at him.

Then he looked down at the bento again.

The bento looks very light, but the color matching is very beautiful. It is divided into small grids and neatly arranged into several pieces. The colors are from light to dark. The owner is rigorous and somewhat forced.

Bai Zhen picked up the chopsticks and didn't know where to start.

She took a small mouthful of rice and put it in her mouth.

Although it is not salty, it is soft and delicious, with a faint aroma.

Bai Zhen's eyes lit up, and she took another chopstick of vegetables.

Unexpectedly delicious.

Seeing that her cheeks were stuffed, the man silently poured a cup of tea and put it by her hand.

Bai Zhen said "thank you" inarticulately, and saw the man take out a book from the bookshelf and read it silently.

Only then did she regain her senses, and while stuffing food into her mouth, she turned around with her big eyes and looked at his office.

tidy.

Those two words were the only adjectives she could think of.

The bookshelves are full of books, all the books are arranged from high to low, from large to small, from left to right.

Even the direction of inclination and the angle of inclination are the same.

Next to it, a teapot is placed in the center of the round coffee table.

Three teacups surround the teapot and divide the circle evenly into three equal parts.

There is a row of pens neatly placed on the desk.

All caps face the same and the bottoms are in the same line.

Bai Zhen: …

What an obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Is he really an uncle?

"Cough." She cleared her throat. "That... how old are you?"

Although he is now a teacher, she is a student.

But Bai Zhen always felt that it was very awkward for someone who had attended the same high school and was not much older than her to be called a teacher.

What's more, the other party was still Luo Mo, who made her very uncomfortable.

The man's golden pen nib wrote all kinds of strange mathematical symbols on a piece of white paper, without looking up, "Twenty-one years old."

Bai Zhen: ...the same age as uncle.

Her fingers drew circles on the sandalwood table, and she said, "Can you write me two words?"

The man paused at the tip of his pen and looked at her with dark eyes.

I have to say that after three years, he is really... the longer he is, the more handsome he is.

And with the growth of age, there is more temperament that belongs to mature men, as well as the elegance and gentleness of scholars.

"Write what?"

"Roar." Bai Zhen blurted out.

This is the word that the uncle said the most. She had secretly copied it before, and she was all too familiar with it.

"Huh?" The man obviously didn't understand.

Bai Zhen picked up the pen and wrote a very cute roar on the edge of his scratch paper.

Luo Mo's slender eyelashes blinked and wrote one next to him.

Bai Zhen stretched her neck and carefully observed his strokes and the strength and direction of each stroke.

Then rubbed his eyes.

Looking up at him.

The man's short hair is fluffy, and a few strands of broken hair are in front of his forehead. From such a close look, he can see his well-defined eyelashes.

The bridge of the nose is high and the color of the lips is very light.

The skin is as flawless as fine porcelain, it can be described as perfect...

She looked ecstatic.

I was trying to connect the image of the uncle in my mind with the person in front of me.

But he was caught off guard by a pair of dark eyes.

Both were stunned.

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I'm still coding, but I may not be able to send it before 12 o'clock. The fairies go to bed first~ Get up in the morning and see~ Good night!