President, my wife has returned to her mother's house

Chapter 2 Wearing a ring is not about getting married, it is about belonging.

"Senior Sister Wen Hua. On the first day we entered school, we saw the photos of you two on the wall of outstanding graduates. They are so beautiful, and you are in the same class. Everyone has wanted to see you for a long time."

As soon as these words came out, the students who were pretending to be a sample suddenly became excited and echoed loudly.

"Yeah, you two are the most eye-catching on the wall, and you are in the same class. We have discussed it for several years. Will senior sister Wen Hua come in the future?"

Someone boldly asked: "What is your relationship with senior Wen Hua? Have you been together after graduation?"

The crowd roared.

"There are still posts about you two on the school forum. Did you really have a crush on each other when you were in high school?"

"Senior, you have a ring on your ring finger. Are you married?" asked a sharp-eyed student.

The man sitting on the stage lowered his eyes slightly, rubbing the silver ring with his fingertips, his eyes dark.

You see, everyone talks about you.

Tell me how to forget.

The principal coughed and warned the students not to get too carried away.

Xi Mo supported Fu Mai, and his low-pitched voice spoke clearly to everyone's ears, "Wearing a ring is not about getting married, it is about belonging."

There was silence for a moment.

He continued: "I haven't seen her for many years. I will convey your sincere wishes to her when I meet her in the future. In addition, thank you for your concern. I think she will be very happy to know that so many juniors and juniors care about her. .As for whether you are asking about mutual crushes, I have no way of knowing now, sorry."

The girls were a little disappointed that they didn't get the expected information, but after thinking about it, he didn't deny that he had a crush on Senior Wen.

"Then, senior, do you have a crush on Senior Wen?"

Xi Mo's eyes suddenly paused, for no other reason than to notice a woman with slightly curly long hair and a mask in the corner of the last row of the auditorium.

The exposed smooth forehead and deep eyebrows are very similar to the person in the memory.

She was getting up and walking toward the back door when he noticed her.

Even the slender and straight back looks so similar.

His breathing slowed down a beat, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "It's not a secret love."

The back figure disappeared from sight, and he spoke quickly, "It's Ming Lian."

After briefly greeting everyone, he got up and left in a hurry.

The students in the auditorium, who took two seconds to react, immediately exploded.

His steps as he chased away were not as steady as usual. He just felt like he was stepping on clouds, every step was empty.

The man's cold face was tense and even more serious.

His heartbeat and breathing slowed down and quickened uncontrollably.

The urge to see someone was about to break through his body and drag him into him.

At the same time, he warned himself in his heart not to be too eager. If it wasn't her, how long would he have to wait to buffer?

Passing through the back door, there is a row of lush osmanthus trees, and the osmanthus trees have already bloomed a little timidly.

When that beautiful figure reappeared in his field of vision, he heard the strong beating in his heart, and his breathing slowed down a beat.

The sunset at this moment was so beautiful that it made him feel like he was in a dream.

In sight, she took off her mask, revealing a clear and fair side face, smiling gently at the head teacher.

Xi Mo just stood there, breathing lightly as if he was afraid of breaking something, and followed her with his eyes.

Her frown and smile fell into his eyes, and every frame was a scene he thought about day and night.

It was obvious that the two of them were having a great conversation, and the head teacher even invited her to sit in the office.

Outside the office.

The man was leaning against the wall lightly, with an unpredictable expression on his handsome face, his facial features were tense and stern, with an indifferent appearance that should not be approached by strangers, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a suppressed joy in his eyebrows and eyes.

His dark eyes were deep, looking into the void, and his knuckled hands were unconsciously held.

Time passed by minute by minute, and he glanced at his watch every once in a while, his patience already on the verge of collapse.

Two 10 minutes.

Trying his best to suppress the urge to turn around and knock on the door, he waited in silence for a while, and slowly reminded himself to calm down and restrain himself.

Finally, the sound of the door lock turning was heard, followed by her clear and pleasant voice.

"Teacher, there is no need to send me off. You are busy with your work. My friend will pick me up..."

The two eyes suddenly met, and she was speechless for a moment.

Xi Mo stared at her, her beautiful eyes were clean and clear without any impurities, and the tear stain at the end of her eyes was the same as when he first saw it, which made his heart tremble.

She was stunned for only two seconds, and then smiled at him with a gentle smile, "It's you."

He stared at her with bottomless eyes. The person in front of him was taller than before, his hair was longer, and the arc of his eyebrows was exactly the same as in his memory.

There were bursts of agitation clearly in the cochlea, and the person who had hoped for so many years suddenly stood in front of him, and his voice became hoarse, "Long time no see."

Wen Hua blinked, "Long time no see."

"You came to the first one..."

The phone in her hand rang, and the loud ringing interrupted some of the ambiguity hanging in the air.

"Sorry." She gestured.

"Hey, I'm ready. I saw you on the second floor of the teaching building." She walked to the railing in a few steps and waved to the man downstairs, "Here!"

The man standing downstairs is tall and tall, with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a clean white shirt and well-tailored trousers, and a suit jacket lightly draped over his arms. .

Tingyue raised his eyes slightly and looked towards the second floor, and at the same time received a scrutinizing gaze.

Turning his eyes slightly, he saw the man behind Wen Hua, wearing a straight suit, with a slender figure, a cold and indifferent temperament, and handsome and profound facial features.

He is very good-looking, very cold, and has a deep sense of distance.

The man also looked over. His gaze was far from rude, but it was definitely not kind.

Ting Yue only glanced lightly and then looked away.

Wen Hua turned around and said, "My friend is here to pick me up. Goodbye, teacher."

"Okay, be careful on the road. Come to Lucheng to visit No. [-] Middle School more often."

"Will do."

She looked sideways at the person whose atmosphere around her was suddenly cold from the very beginning, smiled and nodded before leaving.

"Come and sit in the office?" The head teacher looked at the slightly stiff-faced person and said with a deliberate smile.

Xi Mo stood there for a few seconds, his chin tightened, and he nodded politely to the class teacher, "Teacher, I have some things to deal with today, and I will visit you later."

"Okay, then you should deal with the matter first, deal with it well, and calm down when things happen."

Looking at the person who followed him with a cold face, the head teacher smiled like someone who had come before.

When Xiao Wen left without news, Xi Mo came to him to ask for her student status information and home address, but her family had already taken care of everything and couldn't find anything at all.

At that time, he could see that Xi Mo was interested in Wen Hua.

To be honest, as a class teacher, he really felt that these two children were a good match, but it was a pity that they had lost contact for so many years.

It seems that Xi Mo is still thinking about this kid.

He smiled and shook his head, taking a sip of tea to avoid chaos in the world.

Yu Jinnan was waiting by the car. When he saw his boss coming, he opened the car door respectfully.

"Follow that car."

"Yes."

He quickly started the car and felt nervous for a long time, wondering what was going on with this complicated pressure on Mr. Xi.

There is no such terrible low pressure in the monthly regular meeting, but there is a different kind of joy hidden in the low pressure?

Yu Jinnan quietly glanced at his boss. His stern face was always calm, cold all year round, restrained and deep. He couldn't see anything. He had to stay with the boss for a long time before he could notice it. A complex low-pressure atmosphere.

The person inside that Audi must be a very important person.

Tingyue raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror, and asked the person next to him in a salty voice, "Old acquaintance?"

"What?" Wen Hua followed his gaze and looked in the rearview mirror.

Turning around, I saw a shiny black Bentley following very close to me.

The passenger's eyes were heavy and his handsome features were tense, indicating that he was coming with bad intentions.

"Do you want to park?" Tingyue asked.

Wen Hua turned around and said, "No need."

Ting Yue looked at her and continued driving.

The car slowly stopped at the door of the hotel, and the two entered the hotel one after another.

Xi Mo sat in the car for a while and then got out of the car.

Eight o'clock in the evening, hotel restaurant.

The woman sitting by the window has her head of fine black hair casually draped, and the slightly curled ends of the hair are soft and soft. The light green gauze dress outlines the slender waist, forming a color collision with the rose red velvet tablecloth. Just the right amount of texture and saturation.

She looked sideways at the dim lights outside the window, the beautiful figure of the woman and the huge window set against each other, and a single silhouette was enough to attract attention, making one want to see if the front face of this beautiful figure is also beautiful.

This woman, who looked cold and inviolable from the back, was slightly curling her lips and seemed to be in a good mood. Where she looked, there was a couple having an awkward moment on the road.

The boy held the roses in his hands and kept handing them to the girl. The girl pushed him away again and again and walked away. During the push and stalemate, the boy threw the flowers to the roadside flower bed and pulled the girl away without saying anything. Just kissed him.

What follows is a scene of you plundering me and struggling, and I struggle hard while being robbed, but I can’t survive the struggle and am finally robbed.

You can see it everywhere on the street.

This boring and childish plot.

Wen Hua turned back and took a sip of coffee, and Kou Se's fingertips made their knuckles white and slender.

The people at her table who had been paying attention to her table couldn't help but take a breath after seeing her appearance clearly.

Originally, they thought that most of these killers with their backs couldn't read their faces, so their expectations were lowered. If they looked unattractive, the beautiful picture before would be ruined.

Unexpectedly, the appearance of the woman's face not only did not destroy the beautiful scenery before, but also shifted the focus of the picture to her face. When she turned around, she could not care about anything else. Her face was the most prominent focus.

Not to mention her noble appearance and beautiful surroundings, even if she wore coarse clothes and ate instant noodles in a dilapidated hotel, others would probably only think that she was a rich girl who was temporarily in poverty.

Naturally cold white skin, black hair, clear and fair skin, clear eyebrows, smooth eyelid lines, and a little red lips, adding a touch of color to the cold atmosphere without being cold, giving it a bit of fireworks.

A look that is stunning to anyone who looks at it.

It is the legendary 'look that looks very expensive'.

She took a sip of coffee and looked out the window, but some people couldn't sit still.

(End of this chapter)