“Here it is.”


    Izabe snapped back to attention when Victor’s voice rang out behind her.


    The young man leaned over to ride, she sat on the crossbar in front of his car, the other side of a breath hit her hair, so close and clear, the whole time she was almost rigid body, sitting there motionless.


    Hearing this from him, Izabe jumped out of the car in a hurry.


    It was then that she realized that Victor had brought himself to the river.


    There are also many people on the riverside on weekends, butpared to the shopping area on Lovers Street, this side seems much more empty and clean.


    Victor locked the car: “Didn’t you want to be quiet?”


    Izabe was stunned for a moment, “Ah, oh, thanks, thanks.”


    Victor didn’t answer, took out his phone and walked aside to sit on a lounge chair.


    Riverside rows of trees, lounge chairs in the shade, the river breeze blowing over, cool as can be.


    Izabe walked to the guardrail by the river. The sun was particrly harsh after 3pm, away from the shade, and she stood for a while before the heat became a little too much.


    Victor gave her a look, his peachy eyes hooked for a moment, and was just about to get up and go over when he saw Izabe walking back by herself.


    Izabe walked back, looked at Victor, hesitated, and sat down beside him.


    Only she sat on the most side of the end of the lounge chair, one meter two field of chairs, leaving seventy to eighty centimeters in the middle.


    All the way over, she has actually calmed down a lot.


    She took out her phone, which had two several messages from Callie, and didn’t say anything, only that she should get some rest.


    Izabe pursed her lips and tried to exin, but the words were typed several times and all of them were deleted by her.


    Finally, without exnation, Izabe exited the chat page and looked down at her phone, not knowing what she should do.


    Lost in thought, the tail finger identally touched the game, and a sudden start-up sound rang out, and Izabe was startled for a moment.


    She looked at Victor in embarrassment, but found Victor listening to a song with his eyes closed and his wireless headphones.


    Izabe sighed with relief and looked at the game login page, she remembered that it seemed like she hadn’t logged into the game for a little while.


    Anyway, there is nothing to do, the mood is chaotic, y the game it.


    I haven’t logged into the game for over a week, and my friend Xu’s avatar is dark.


    Izabe has been brought up to King by Xu, and after ying the game for a while, she is not the same white girl she was at the beginning, but her skills obviously do not belong in this segment.


    Fortunately, she yed with assistance, keeping in mind what Xu had told her, and although she didn’t y well, she didn’t y too badly either.


    But without a teammate like Xu, who obviously takes flight, and ying as a support himself, Izabe lost two games in a row.


    She ys one more hand and drops off the king.


    Victor squinted for a while, opened his eyes to find the person next to him excessively quiet, and inclined his head to look over, only to see Izabe ying a game.


    He raised an eyebrow and swept the ID above the hero Izabe was operating on, and the word “Jessie” immediately caught his eye.


    Victor was struck by a rare moment and looked at Izabe with a strange feeling in his heart.


    Tsk, that’s coincidental.


    The gaze of the people beside her was so obvious that Izabe’s cheeks burned a little when she was looked at, and if she wasn’t careful, she died straight away.


    Izabe looked up, embarrassed, at Victor: “I, there’s nothing to do.”


    “Oh.”


    Victor responded carelessly, as if he didn’t care what she was doing.


    Izabe was still a bit embarrassed and yed distractedly for the next ten minutes or so, and finally lost another game without surprise, dropping directly from King to Starburst.


    She quit the game straight away, her hand holding the slightly burning phone, “I’m in a much better mood, Victor.”


    Victor heard her call herself “Victor”, some inexplicable emotions at the bottom of his heart, peach blossom eyes moved slightly: “Back?”


    Izabe nced at the bike parked behind her, “I’ll, I’ll take the bus back.”


    Victor snorted, “You think there’s a bus back here?”


    Izabe blushed and looked at Victor to say, “That’s not very nice, Victor.”


    Victor heard the rejection in her words, Victor grew up only he refused the part of girls, but this Izabe, do not know the good and bad very much.


    He grunted, “What were you thinking?”


    Izabe was inexplicably vain when he looked at her, and pulled out a random excuse: “It’s not veryfortable to sit.”


    Victor took a look at the car he had and didn’t say anything else: “I’ll take a cab.”


    He didn’t like to meddle, but if something happened to Izabe on her way back, how could he exin to Alicia?


    Finally Victor took a taxi, the bike was put in the trunk, and the two of them took an inte taxi back.


    Back at the Lloyd family but after 4pm, Alicia and Ashle were out of town and Marcus was not home for the weekend school club activities.


    Izabe changed her skirt for a short doll cor shirt and shorts in lotus pink.


    This time it’s just a midterm, not the end of the college entrance exam, and there’s still a lot of homework.


    Izabe took out the math paper from her school bag. She and Callie had been asking Antonio for math tutoring for some time, and now they could do the problems much easier than before.


    Izabe was a little stunned when there was a knock on the door of her room.


    She put down her pen, got up and opened the door, and froze when she saw Victor standing in the doorway, “Victor?”


    “What’s the assignment for this week?”


    Izabe was startled for a moment, reacted and stumbled, “Language,nguage is to memorize “Spring River Flowers and Moonlight” and a small paper, mathematics is arge paper, English is the 7th issue of the newspaper, things, physics-”


    “Show me your homework register.”


    Without waiting for her to speak, Victor spoke up and interrupted her directly.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Izabe gave him a look, turned to her desk and handed him her homework register.


    The font on this book is clear and beautiful, which is quite simr to Izabe’s character.


    Victor looked at it for a moment and gave it back to her, “Thanks.”


    He said, his eyes sweeping to the math paper on her desktop, “Can’t do the big questions?”


    Izabe embarrassed, she is notpletely will not, just think particrly slow.


    When she didn’t say anything, Victor raised an eyebrow, “Come out, I’ll teach you.”


    “Huh? Oh.”


    Izabe is naturally happy to be taught.


    She looked at Victor’s back for a few seconds and turned around in a hurry to follow him with her math paper.


    In addition to the nanny, Victor and Izabe are the only two people left in therge vi. The nanny is usually only active on the first and second floors, and the third floor is Izabe’s room, and with Marcus away, the entire third floor is just Victor and her.


    There was juice on the table, Victor opened a bottle, tilted his head and drank most of it, sitting on the sofa, leaning casually with his hands open: “Which don’t you understand?”


    Izabe hesitated, but sat down beside him: “Here, I don’t know how to prove that this is an isosceles triangle.”


    Victor leaned down slightly and looked at it for a few seconds. The topic was simple and he knew how to do it at a nce.


    Subconsciously, he wanted to say “how stupid”, but when his eyes fell into the bright eyes of the young girl, he changed it to something else: “Give me the pen.”