The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage

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Ye Linlang looked at the girl who asked the question, then looked at the red mark on Jiang Qiran’s neck, and her face instantly turned half red!nThis was what she had bitten on Jiang Qiran’s neck last night because she was unwilling to give up!nAh Ah Ah Ah, if she were to say it out loud, would these people..nThe More Ye Linlang thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. Then, she heard a gorgeous voice with a velvet texture rising up.n“It’s probably from some little bug. It’s my first time here, so I’m not used to living here.”nThe corner of Ye Linlang’s lips twitched. She could not help but turn her head to look at the youth beside her. However, he did not even look at her. His expression was clear and magnanimous, and it was impossible to tell that he was spouting nonsense.nKeke, this fellow doesn’t even blush when he lies!nAlthough the person who lied was very calm, the “Little bug”that bit Jiang Qiran felt a surge of emotions.n..nAfter all, children were easy to fool. The students below all nodded, and some of them couldn’t help but think of Jiang Qiran.n“Teacher, I have ointment at home. Why don’t I go get some for you after class?”nThe person who spoke was a girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her cheeks were flushed red, as if she was very shy. It was obvious that she had a very good impression of Jiang Qiran.nYe Linlang was speechless. It seemed that no matter where she went, Jiang Qiran’s ability to harm little girls would not decrease.nYe Linlang’s hand, which was hanging under the podium table, immediately pinched Jiang Qiran with hatred.nShe used quite a lot of strength, but even so, the expression on the youth’s face was still as calm as water, as if he was not affected by Ye Linlang’s abuse at all.n“There’s no need. It’s just a small trace. It will dissipate very soon.”nJiang Qiran gently rejected the girl’s suggestion. The girl’s face suddenly turned even redder. She looked at Jiang Qiran with some embarrassment, then quickly sat down, burying her head in her hands, not daring to look at the exquisite boy on the table.nHe was really very good-looking.nAlthough the village chief said that he was only two years older than her, he was so tall that he was probably more than 1.8 meters tall. Not only was he handsome, but his grades were also excellent.nMoreover, he must be... kind-hearted. Otherwise, if it was an ordinary child from the city, why would he be willing to come to plum blossom village to teach?nNot to mention half a month, even if it was half a day, those rich young masters would definitely not be happy, right?n..nYe Linlang saw the girl with braided hair looking shy and full of affection, and was momentarily speechless.nShe let go of Jiang Qiran’s hand and pretended to lower her head to tidy up the chalk box on the podium. However, she spoke in a voice only she and Jiang Qiran could hear.n“I’m warning you, don’t randomly smile at the little girl, or else... HMPH!”nAlthough the ending tone was very low, it was very threatening.nJiang Qiran was helpless. When did he ever smile at the little girl?nIf he did, the little girl’s surname was probably Ye, and her name was Linlang.n..nDue to the fact that the children attending this class were all of different ages, the smallest possibility was that they were only in the preschool class, while the older possibility was that they were already in the third year of junior high.nYe Linlang was at a loss as to what to teach in this class.nIt was Jiang Qiran who took the lead.nYe Linlang thought that he would teach her the math, physics, and chemistry that she was best at, but unexpectedly, Jiang Qiran started with an ancient poem.nOf course, it was a simple poem. After all, he had to take care of so many children, so he picked he zhizhang’s “Letter to return home”.nThe young man had left home and returned home, but his local accent had not changed. The children did not know each other when they met, so they smiled and asked where the visitor came from.nThe meaning of this poem was very simple, but after Jiang Qiran’s explanation, the children were very engrossed in it.nYe Linlang roughly flipped through the textbooks that the children brought, and in the end, she could only pick Chinese to speak. She clearly wanted to talk about Lu Xun at the beginning, what a serious and lofty theme!nHowever, as she talked, she became the edamame in “Social drama”and the watermelon in “Young Leap Earth.”Later, for some unknown reason, she became the salted duck egg in “Gaoyou”and then became some wild buckwheat vegetable..nAs Ye Linlang spoke, her saliva almost dripped down.nHer topic was so off-topic. Fortunately, the children listened with relish and almost fantasized about the delicacies in various Chinese textbooks with Ye Linlang.nJiang Qiran was really helpless.nWhy did it feel like a foodie was a foodie? Even in a class, the topic would be off-topic in the end.n..nHowever, Ye Linlang still stopped Midway and did not continue her foodie career.nThe reason was very simple. For some reason, the villagers outside the classroom who were listening to her and Jiang Qiran’s lectures were increasing in number. The old were old, the young were few. Some people even moved chairs as if they were here specifically to listen to the lectures.nThis situation was so scary!nYe Linlang could not withstand the fiery gaze. She hurriedly tugged at Jiang Qiran’s arm, feeling a wave of panic in her heart.n“Are those people here to spy on us? They’re afraid that we’ll lead the children astray.”nIf there weren’t so many people here, Jiang Qiran almost wanted to knock on ye Linlang’s little head to see what was inside!nOtherwise, why would she be so free to think about random things? !nJust as ye Linlang was in fear, she suddenly saw the village chief walking over with a smile.nHe was holding two glass cups filled with water that he had just poured for ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran, and two handfuls of thick tea leaves were sprinkled inside.nThis was probably the most hospitable way to treat guests in plum blossom village.n“You two are really good people. You’re so young, but you’re already so capable! Your lectures are really good! You’re not inferior to the teachers in our village at all!”nAs soon as the village chief finished speaking, many villagers began to echo his words.nThe people here were really too warm, and each of their words were filled with admiration for her and Jiang Qiran. They almost praised them to the heavens.nYe Linlang had never enjoyed such treatment in the small desolate village. It was so enthusiastic that it was unbearable!nYe Linlang was thirsty, so she immediately took a glass from the village chief. The tea was very strong because there were too many tea leaves, but ye Linlang didn’t mind. It was good to quench her thirst.nJiang Qiran had never drunk water made from such inferior tea leaves. Moreover, he disliked strong tea the most.nThe village chief saw this incomparably exquisite youth frown and immediately felt a little embarrassed.n“You don’t Like It?”nSeeing this, Ye Linlang hurriedly spoke on behalf of Jiang Qiran.n“No, Qiran doesn’t like to drink tea. Just pour a cup of plain water for him.”nHearing the girl spout nonsense, the corners of Jiang Qiran’s mouth twitched.nShould he say that ye Linlang had rummaged through the various types of tea leaves in his apartment, such as Top-notch Lushan Clouds and mist.n..nA morning passed quickly.nIn the afternoon, the Sun was faint. Many children sat around ye Linlang, listening to this foreign sister teach them to sing.nIt was Li Shutong’s famous work, “Farewell.”It was well-known and almost everyone knew it.nOutside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass was green and green, the wind blew against the willow flute, the sound of the sunset outside the mountain.nWhen he heard the phrase, “Life is rarely a gathering, only separation is more”, Jiang Qiran’s heart skipped a beat. He always felt that this song was some kind of ominous omen.nIt was as if one day, he would lose her, and he would be powerless to change the situation.nThe youth’s expression turned cold, and he suddenly walked over, his voice cold.n“Stop singing!”",