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Outside Ouyang Baanruo's CEO car, Tianlan Garden's underground storage car.

The current Ouyang Baanruo was no longer as beautiful as she was a moment ago. Her exquisite pleated skirt and bright red leather shoes were exceptionally eye-catching, especially her originally scattered long hair. At this moment, it had actually adorably been braided into a few small braids that hung down on the back of her head.

That originally stunning face was also accompanied by a faint attire. Her red lips slightly curled up, making her appear exceptionally mischievous. Closer up, the current Ouyang Baanruo still had a faint smell of the Sea Blue Mystery, it smelled especially good.

In short, the Ouyang Baanruo today was especially different from the Ouyang Baanruo before.

Ouyang Baanruo smiled mischievously at Ye Zifeng, who was at the other side, and threw the car keys in his hand to Ye Zifeng: "Today, come and drive!"

Ye Zifeng took the car keys, and with a smile on his face, he expressed his gratitude: "Alright, my wife!"

While talking, the two of them got into the car one after the other. Not long later, the Maserati CEO car rushed out of the underground parking lot, heading straight for Zhonghai Art Academy.

This was the first time that Ouyang Baanruo sat in the front passenger seat, so she was in a good mood. She did not need to drive, she only turned her head to look at the scenery outside, and then looked back at Ye Zifeng's face.

Suddenly, Ouyang Baanruo relaxed, and giggled: "I didn't think that driving is so comfortable. A few days ago, I really let you take advantage of me, you bastard!"

Ouyang Baanruo muttered to herself. Although she was still calling Ye Zifeng a bastard, her tone was completely different from before.

Along the way, Ye Zifeng didn't say anything. He drove Ouyang Baanruo's Maserati all the way to the Zhonghai Art Academy's entrance. Only then did he voluntarily stop the car and prepare to open the door to get off.

But on the other hand, Ouyang Baanruo quickly shouted: "Just drive the car in, it's just right for us to go to the piano room together!"

Ye Zifeng's face was filled with astonishment, he turned to look at Ouyang Baanruo, only to see Ouyang Baanruo blushing, and immediately followed up by winking at him, looking extremely cute.

When Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo reached out their hands and intimately appeared at the entrance of Zhonghai Art Academy's piano classroom, it was obvious that this was not anything new for the students of the piano department.

After all, the two of them were 'unmarried couples', so no matter how intimate their actions were, it wouldn't be a big deal. Everyone was an adult anyway, so they all understood.

However, when they saw Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo appear at the same time, and the two of them were actually holding hands so intimately, one of the people in the classroom had a shocked expression, that feeling of loss was simply written all over his face, and after a long while, he was still unable to calm down.

The one who looked at Ye Zifeng and Ye Zifeng with surprise was none other than the beautiful piano teacher, Mo Lan.

Previously, Miss Mo Lan's feet were injured, so she had to take a break from home for two days. Today, when Mo Lan saw that her injuries were already healed and that there were no major injuries, she hastily rushed to class. Of course, there was another reason why Mo Lan was in such a hurry to come to class, and that was to meet Ye Zifeng again.

The Mo Lan of today had gotten up very early. After washing up and dressing up, she had even changed into a set of bright long skirt. Her entire person looked like a pink princess, just wanting Ye Zifeng to see a different version of herself.

But Mo Lan had never thought that after working so hard for half a day, she would actually see Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo so intimately standing together.

Mo Lan couldn't understand, in just a short span of two days, moreover in these two days, Ye Zifeng had spent most of her time with him. How did she end up falling in love with Ouyang Baanruo all of a sudden?

Immediately, Mo Lan felt an indescribable sense of loss deep in her heart, to the point that her originally sweet face had turned gloomy. A sour taste began to spread throughout the whole piano's classroom.

Of course, other than Ye Zifeng, no one else seemed to have noticed the change in the mood of the beautiful teacher Mo Lan.

The moment Ye Zifeng walked into the classroom, his gaze vaguely fell on Mo Lan's body. Upon discovering the subtle changes on Mo Lan's face, Ye Zifeng's heart suddenly became bitter, and subconsciously, he reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose.

On the other side, Ouyang Baanruo did not sense anything amiss, and simply continued to hold Ye Zifeng's hand, and the two of them sat in Ouyang Baanruo's exclusive seat. The space around them was still empty. However, at this moment, there were quite a few people in the classroom looking at the two of them. And whispered something.

Ding ling ling ling, the crisp sound of the bell ringing broke everyone's train of thoughts, including the beautiful teacher Mo Lan who was on stage.

Although her face was bitter, after hearing the melodious bell for class, Mo Lan was startled. A pair of beautiful eyes first glared fiercely at Ye Zifeng who was seated in the middle of the classroom, then swept his gaze across all the students below his.

"Students, let's prepare for class!" Please open the textbook to page 35. What we want to learn today is … "

Mo Lan's red lips moved slightly, the way she spoke sounded somewhat weak and powerless, but her eyes still faintly glanced at Ye Zifeng who was in the classroom.

Mo Lan today was obviously a little absent-minded, as she would frequently make some low level mistakes during her lectures. The most important thing was that her beautiful eyes seemed to be unable to restrain herself as she looked all around Ye Zifeng.

Maybe Ouyang Baanruo did not notice it in the beginning, but a woman's awareness was naturally sharp. When Mo Lan's gaze turned in her direction too many times, Ouyang Baanruo naturally became suspicious.

Ouyang Baanruo's beautiful eyes first stared at Mo Lan for no apparent reason, then followed Mo Lan's gaze and landed on Ye Zifeng's face who was at the side.

Ye Zifeng immediately felt a burst of guilt and whispered: "Wifey, we're in the middle of a lesson, and you're looking at me like this, how bad is it going to be?" As he spoke, Ye Zifeng also laughed mischievously.

However, Ouyang Baanruo was mumbling with a serious face, and only said after a long time had passed, "Hey, why do I feel like there's something wrong with the atmosphere today? Why have the Miss Mo Lan's eyes been wandering around you? "

Hearing Ouyang Baanruo's question, Ye Zifeng's heart immediately skipped a beat.

But very quickly, Ye Zifeng showed off his unique, shameless skills, and laughed: "My wife, what's wrong with that, because your husband, I, am so handsome!"

"Oh, really?" Ouyang Baanruo was half believing and half doubting it, her little mouth slanted, her beautiful eyes swept across the space between Ye Zifeng and himself, the more she looked, the more she felt that something was not right.

At the same time, Mo Lan who was standing on the stage also noticed the movements between Ye Zifeng and Ye Zifeng. Especially the way Ouyang Baanruo looked at Ye Zifeng and communicated with him, it was called "Emotions". Although Mo Lan didn't know what Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo were talking about, she was sure that it was love talk.

As he thought of this, Mo Lan's chest seemed to be invaded by a wave of jealousy. However, he relaxed after a while.

As if she couldn't bear to see Ye Zifeng and Ouyang Baanruo show their love in front of her, Mo Lan's beautiful eyes immediately gouged out the two of them, and reminded them: "Ye Zifeng, Ouyang Baanruo, please keep quiet during class, and not affect the rest of the students."

Ouyang Baanruo was startled, she immediately looked at Mo Lan who was on stage, and the two women's eyes met. However, Ouyang Baanruo had the nagging feeling that Miss Mo Lan was looking at him weirdly, not like a teacher looking at her classmates, but like a woman looking at a woman.