After I became a poor little girl from a wealthy family, I held a cool script in my hand

Chapter 339 Gu Shumo's Chest Muscles
An Ziyu, "I hope you go home early."

I can't say why it happened, but An Ziyu is more yearning for Gu Shumo to go to a place like a box.

After speaking, An Zizhen hesitated for a moment, feeling strange in his heart.

Did she say something wrong?It feels like a bitter woman waiting for her husband to come home.

After regaining consciousness, An Ziyu hurriedly lowered his head in embarrassment, picked up the phone on the table and planned to go back to the room.

As a result, because he was too flustered, he bumped into Gu Shumo's chest in the next second.

With a "boom", An Zihong's nose twitched in pain.

Omg! !
What is the situation! !
An Zizhen quickly covered his nose, and looked ahead speechlessly.

I realized that what I hit was actually Gu Shumo's chest, which was strong and hard.

This man, I don't see him working out on weekdays, why is he so strong? ?

Thinking about An Ziyu, he stretched out his hand to touch it curiously, and pressed it again, um, it was hard.

It was warm, and it felt good in the hand. An Zihong forgot about his idea of ​​going back, and subconsciously pinched it.

Gu Shumo's chest muscles are strong, and the two bumps are also obvious from his daily iron training.

With An Ziyu's touch, there was a sudden electric current, which made Gu Shumo subconsciously take a step back.

He squeezed An Zixuan's wrist.

"You..." When he spoke, Gu Shumo felt his voice was extremely hoarse, he paused, and then continued when he felt that he was almost calm, "Don't mess around, it's easy to play with fire."

An Ziyu was stunned, a certain woman from the 30th century had always only had money in her mind.

It was the first time she knew about such a thing.

After a pause, An Zixuan thought that what Gu Shumo said was not to touch the breast randomly. He seemed to mean that she had to get his permission before reaching out to touch the chest.

Ever since, An Zizhen felt that it might be the politeness of people in the 21st century, so she cleared her throat on purpose.

"Gu Shumo, can I touch your chest? Your muscles are very clear, I want to see."

Gu Shumo looked at An Ziyu with dark eyes, deep and thought-provoking, "Don't touch, go to bed early."

An Ziyu, "..."

……

The next day, An Ziyu woke up and found that his phone was full of text messages from Wen Zeyu.

——Wen Zeyu: Are you crazy!Run to touch the man's chest?Do you know what that means?
——Wen Zeyu: The surname is An, a man's chest is just like his crotch, you can't touch it randomly, understand?

——Wen Zeyu: The surname is An, did you hear that?
——Wen Zeyu: It's too worrying. How did you grow up? You don't know such basic things.

An Ziyu stared at the message for a long time, but still didn't react.

Afterwards, An Ziyu sent him a message back.

——An Ziyu: Why?
——Wen Zeyu: Because it is a very sensitive (one) sensitive place, especially the men who push iron are strong and developed here, and they are very sensitive, understand?
——An Ziyu: ...

With Wen Zeyu's straightforward explanation, An Zihong finally understood.

Why is she so stupid? ? ?
so stupid.

……

the next day.

An Zizhen went to school, and as soon as he entered the classroom, he saw those people memorizing the music scores.

Some are playing blindly with their eyes closed, trying to remember the rhythm and music on the score accurately.

An Ziyu turned his head and looked around blankly, then sat down, "What are they doing?"

Yun Junping lowered his voice, "I'm practicing the piano, haven't you been notified?"

An Ziyu was at a loss, "What?"

Yun Junping, "Yesterday evening the teacher said that today I will take the piano exam, as a summary of the first half of the semester."

(End of this chapter)