Ning An obediently walked behind him, already very skilled.

When she gave him a massage, Mo Xiu turned on the radio drama and listened to it. It was French, and Ning An could only understand a little.

She is from the Foreign Languages ​​Department, majoring in English and a minor in French.

The French class was purely because of Song Shaoyan, who chose French.

They were not in the same major or in the same grade back then. She liked Song Shaoyan, and it was not easy to meet him, so she could only use these "wrong ways" methods.

There are many girls chasing Song Shaoyan, and the eldest son of Song is a well-deserved school grass. All the classes chosen by Song are full of them.

Song Shaoyan chose French because he planned to study in France after graduation, but he probably didn't expect that after graduation, his grandfather arranged for marriage.

This failed marriage was a bondage for Song Shaoyan, and for her... it was a pain that she didn't want to recall.

No one is happy.

Now when I heard Mo Xiu turn on the radio drama, my childhood memories from college were brought out bit by bit.

That time of careful love may be the last beauty.

There were only two people in the bedroom to breathe evenly and the sound of radio dramas.

Mo Xiu closed his eyes, pursed his thin lips tightly, and did not speak.

After a long time, Ning An spoke: "Do you like listening to "Charles III"?"

Mo Xiu still didn't say anything.

Ning An sneered: "The whole play praises King Charles' wisdom and wisdom, but there is no such beauty behind this story. Princess Lisa likes Charles's guards, but Charles has a sweetheart. He knows that he has a sweetheart or marry the princess because he wants power. Later, he fulfilled his wish and became the king of a country. He is deeply loved by the people and is very great. He named Princess Lisa as the queen. Charles in the eyes of men is the embodiment of wisdom and wisdom, but no one knows whether Princess Lisa is happy or not."

"The dramas written by men are just like to listen to."

Mo Xiu laughed rare: "Fallusion."

"I won't argue with you." Ning An was dissatisfied, "If you like to listen, you will listen, but I don't like to listen anyway."

"Then what do you like to listen to? I'll try to adjust one."

"No, no, if you like to listen to this, I can't understand a few French words anyway, I'm just familiar with this story."

"The plot you just mentioned is the first and second part of "Charles III."

"Is that true?" Ning An was curious, "What did the second part talk about?"

"King Charlie loves his queen very much and treats her very well. The two gave birth to two sons, and the two sons gave birth to grandson and granddaughter. The story goes on until his grandson takes power."

"There is really a second part?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, go check it."

Ning An really doesn't believe it. She saw this story in college, and there is no second one.

Ning An pressed his shoulder for a while and asked, "Is that OK? Do you need to press it again?"

"Legs." He closed his eyes happily.

Ning An squatted down obediently, touched his legs, and gently pressed him.

She couldn't see clearly. When she accidentally touched something that she shouldn't have touched, she suddenly retracted her hand, blushed for most of her face, and kept a distance from Mo Xiu.

After pressing for a while, she stood up and said, "It's getting late, it's time to have supper."

"No appetite." He said lightly.

"Oh, then I'll go eat." Ning An didn't bother with him.

"Cook a bowl of noodles for me."

"Let's talk about it when I finish eating."

Ning An walked out of Mo Xiu's bedroom.

However, despite saying so, she went to the kitchen to cook noodles for him.
Chapter completed!