Sitting there staring at the young man, Shen Wanqing suddenly blinked, looked down thoughtfully at his empty ring finger and was silent.
She silently took out the pair of rings from her pocket and put them on her hand silently.
He looked around at his hand and nodded to put it down.
The girls who were sad and countercurrent lowered their heads and were sad in secret.
Huai zisu's expression was still plain. When he left with a book in his arms, his plain Feng eyes inadvertently glanced at the girl sitting behind.
The cool Phoenix eyes, a little smile between the eyebrows.
He saw the girl silently wearing the wedding ring on her finger and couldn't help smiling gently.
Soon, it spread in Suzhou that a professor of literature department with exquisite appearance and excellent temperament came to a university, who could be as famous as the National Teachers of the Southern Dynasty.
Some people even secretly took pictures of Huai zisu. They found that no matter what angle they took them from, each one looked so beautiful that they couldn't say. It's really 360 degrees of beauty.
Someone quickly posted the picture of Huai zisu to the school forum, and the forum exploded.
The morning course is over.
After ringing the bell, Shen Wanqing just carried his bag and was ready to go home.
University dormitories are free to choose, whether you choose to live in school or rent a house outside.
Shen Wanqing is a family man. How could she abandon her youth and choose to live in the dormitory? Is there any humanity!
Just as Shen Wanqing was about to carry his Canvas Messenger Bag with his schoolbag, the mobile phone ring just at this time.
Shen Wanqing took out his mobile phone, took a look at the caller ID and connected the phone.
"Hello, Susu?"
"Well, it's me, Qingqing. Qingqing, where are you now?" the other party's voice came from the microphone, still soft and gurgling.
"I'm still in the classroom."
"OK, I'm coming," he said gently.
There hung up the phone. Shen Wanqing also put his mobile phone away and put it in his pocket.
After receiving the mobile phone into his pocket, Shen Wanqing suddenly remembered it.
The boy said he was coming. Did he come to the classroom to find her?
Shen Wanqing couldn't help looking around at the classroom. There were more than a dozen people who didn't leave. If the teenager came, he should meet them, right?
Shen Wanqing was still hesitating, but the next second, he saw the figure of young slender Qingjun appeared in front of Shen Wanqing.
Those students who have not packed their schoolbags, are catching up with their notes, or are preparing to pack their schoolbags and leave are stunned when they look at the slender young people coming in at the door.
They looked at Huai zisu and said hello with a schoolbag. "Good afternoon, Professor Huai."
Huaizisu came over, Qingjun's exquisite face, casual elegance, gently jaw head, light should say: "well, good noon."
After that, he came and naturally took Shen Wanqing's hand.
"Come on, let's go home." the young man's voice was low and cold, like a gurgling stream, slowly washing his heart.
Shen Wanqing didn't break free. He picked the tip of his eyebrow. Feng Mou looked at Huai zisu a little unexpectedly.
Then, her eyes looked blandly at the people who were still at a loss in situ, and went out with the boy as if thinking.
Those students who were stunned and dull.
This... This... This?
Professor Huai just held Shen's hand?
Still... What else did you say to go home?!
Back to what home?
Which home?!
fuck you!