Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 776: Mr. Huo lectures?

Chapter 776 Mr. Huo Lectures?

Song Yaoyao had a drink in the evening, which was not too confused.

It was the strength of the alcohol and the clear and pleasant fragrance on the man's body that Song Yaoyao fell asleep in a daze, wondering when.

When you are around a man, you are always at ease.

"Mr."

Uncle Zhang brought a bowl of soup and left, Huo Yunque held the tray and put it aside.

A small bag bulged up on the bed, and the girl turned over and shrank into the quilt, sleeping soundly.

Huo Yunque shook his head, he adjusted the indoor temperature to a constant temperature. Bend down to pick up the clothes on the floor, and while packing the room, a mobile phone fell to the ground.

Ding--

It just so happened that the phone rang.

Rourou: Fair, are you still in class tonight? Everyone is waiting in the yy channel.

Even if Huo Yunque didn't like to spy on other people's privacy, that line of words inevitably jumped into his eyes.

He picked up the phone and just put it on the table.

Rourou: Crooked? Baby are you there? Are you asleep? How about I go and tell everyone that there is no class tonight?

Tang Xinrou didn't wait for a response. She knocked her head and was very entangled. Would you like to make a call?

But what if I disturb her?

I don't know that a few minutes later, a beeping beep sounded on the computer.

The host is online!

Tang Xinrou's eyes lit up and she immediately sat down with the paper.

But after listening to a faint electric noise, Mai Li had a man's lazy and hoarse tone.

I rely on? ?

"The kid is asleep, I will teach her the lesson tonight."

Huo Yunque was born with a lack of enthusiasm in his bones, and he did all this for Song Yaoyao.

He took out a paper casually, and he glanced at it casually.

English language.

"Now please find the English test paper marked with serial number 1. If there are no problems, we will start now."

Tang Xinrou:? ? ?

The small group of private classes are all fried.

Xiao Tang: I rely on me! I can't breathe anymore! How is it Mr. Huo? ?

Xu Yue: Don't say it.

Shen Xun: /smile

Han Jun: Nervous... If we don't understand, will Mr. Huo curse?

Xiao Tang: Ha ha, scolding you is to give you face.

In fact, Huo Yunque's lectures are really pure lectures.

Do not interact, do not look at the screen, follow your own ideas completely. His voice conditions are exceptionally superior, more imposing than male broadcasts, and his tone is lazy and elegant, like a medieval nobleman.

When I was reading English, I heard the explosion.

[Oh, I'm sorry, little teacher! I slapped myself, I unexpectedly thought about the little teacher's man! 】

[Sister, you are not the only one, I also...]

[Just hearing this sound makes c high. 】

[Although Mr. Huo's lecture is very good, but at this time, who the **** cares what he is talking about? Isn't it over if the sound is good? ! 】

[Ahhhhh, Mr. Huo, I love you, Mr. Huo, do you like men? What about transgender people if you don't like it? 】

[Puff ha ha ha, you have enough upstairs! 】

[Can you listen to the class quietly? Is it difficult to learn to respect people? If someone wastes time giving you free tutoring, please be grateful to Dade, can you still be proud of yourself here? It's ridiculous of your mother! 】

[Teacher, I didn’t understand the last question. May I repeat it? QAQ】

Unfortunately, Huo Yunque never interacted with anyone from start to finish.

He finished the whole paper quietly, which took less than an hour.

Forcibly, Song Yaoya's lecture time was cut by more than half.

(End of this chapter)