Chapter 9

"Really?" Yang An'an doesn't eat casserole any more. She takes her mobile phone to open her brush, and then excitedly pulls her hand.

"Yu se, it's really your sister, so you can see Mo Jingyao, who is going to be your brother-in-law? Get me a signed picture of him, a PhD student from Harvard Business School, President of the Mohr group, an achievement I've never thought of in my life. "

She patted off her hand and said, "I want to get it myself."

"Well, I can't even see his people. At most, I can look at the photos. He's so good-looking. Your sister really found a treasure."

Yu se lowers her head to eat casserole and forgives her. For Mo Jingyao, her most clear intuitive feeling is the way he wears a shroud.

It's the weekend. It's a normal day to go home, but Yu se still stays at school.

For a few days, Yu's family should be immersed in Yu Mo's wedding ceremony of becoming Mo Jingyao's fiancee.

therefore, they have long forgotten her existence.

Metaphor has long been used to.

Yang an's several roommates were taken back home by their parents for various kinds of tonic.

She bought some bags of instant noodles and went back to her dormitory.

The 100 million yuan should be her kindness to Yu Jingan and Chen Meishu.

Since then, if there is no connection, there will be no relationship.

After eating instant noodles, I practiced nine meridians and eight meridians for two hours to repair my body. Then I went to the library to review my lessons with my learning materials.

Too much homework, writing, recitation, time in a flash more than two hours.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of noise in the quiet library.

"Look, McLaren GT, if only there were enough to pick me up. It's too deep."

"Er, you are so excited about only two million cars. In our city of T, I like the Bugatti air, which is mo Shao's. If you can let me sit on it for a minute, I will die without regret."

"Do your dream for thousands of years. You can't even think about it."

When we talk about metaphor, some people look in the direction of metaphor.

She was still reading quietly, oblivious to her own affairs.

The door of the library opened and the man who got out of the car came in.

A black suit, handsome let the girls almost drool, all follow his line of sight, even the eyes are reluctant to blink.

The man stopped.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the metaphor.

Seeing the man respectfully hit a stand to attention, immediately said: "Miss Yu, we Luo Dong, please."

I didn't give any of them. I'll keep reading.

"Cough..." The man coughed and had to go on: "Luo Dong, please, Miss Yu, please come with me."

Metaphorical color still bowed to review the book, that cloud light breeze clear, everything has nothing to do with her appearance, very cool.

"Miss Yu, what can I do for you to agree?"

"Just leave me alone."

“……” She can go without bothering her?

The man is deeply suspicious of the eyes.

Immediately, he went out of the library and dialed Luo Wanyi's phone

McLaren GT soon left Qimei No.1 middle school.

Half an hour later, another more entrenched Bugatti Weihang stopped at the library building of Qimei No.1 middle school.

The students in the library who had been reviewing their lessons were boiling again.

That car is mo Jingyao's exclusive car, and there is only one in T city.

The door opens.

Yu Mo stepped out of the car gracefully in a crescent white dress.

Seeing Yu Mo, a female classmate rushed to Yu se enviously and pushed her, "Yu se, your sister came to see you in your brother-in-law's car..."