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In fact, although An Ruoran is nearly fifty years old, her femininity is still strong. If it is not hindered by the annoying appendage inflammation, there will be no problem running three or five games a week, and each game will go through three or five rounds.

Chen Sizhe was originally her college classmate. He was well-read in poetry and books. We have envied her for many years, but I don't know why, the man's change is too fast, ever since she had something wrong with her body, after running one or two rounds, she has been in pain for several days, Chen Sizhe dare not touch her, after a long time, unexpectedly Stealing outside, at first it was secretive, but now it has become blatant.

Early in the morning, full of resentment, I don't know how to live this day, An Ruoran counted, the little aunt had just left for a day or two, and in the soft and beautiful lair, the soft inner energy surged softly, alas, extremely A vigorous body, entangled with gynecological miscellaneous diseases, has not been liberated for a long time, and the blood vessels have become more blocked. A vicious circle has gradually formed, and injections and medicines have not improved. As a senior intellectual, he even listened to folk rumors and secretly I boiled tea eggs with boy's urine, but it still didn't work. If outsiders knew the details, wouldn't they call her stupid and ridiculous?

After waking up, because my heart was itchy, my bones were also a little itchy, the nest was sour and swollen, and a small stream of embarrassing water flowed out inexplicably, making the super elastic panties I just changed wet , I couldn’t help going to the bathroom to untie a small hand, and changed into a pair of white ultra-elastic shorts, complaining secretly, alas, even if I can’t connect and communicate, after the little aunt leaves, rub the peak, caress and caress Maomao is also a man's duty, but you, Chen Sizhe, don't even have a little comfort, aren't you too indifferent.

After washing up, he looked in the mirror. His thick, thick black hair still showed youthful vigor, and strands of silver intermingled in it showed the kindness and nobility of a senior. Although there were faint wrinkles on his forehead, But the outline of the face is soft, like a silver moon, a pair of clear eyes, shining with the light of wisdom, no wonder he is old, and still attracts boys from the art department, making them surround him all day long.

As a senior tutor in the Department of Fine Arts, An Ruoran guides the students in the studio hand in hand, head to head in sketching and copying exercises. It is inevitable that they will feel the youthful enthusiasm of the boys intentionally or unintentionally. I can't get out of the studio for hours, and I don't think the work is monotonous.

During the teaching period, in the studio, some bold boys sometimes touch their backs with their hands, and their brains rest on the mountain peak in front of their chests. They feel like they are getting an electric shock, as if they have returned to their youth. , but pretended not to know, and continued to comment on the painting, alas, he is a teacher after all, the little bit of ambiguity in my heart, a little bit of obscurity, just like a breeze, a cloud, passed by in a flash, without even the slightest trace Leave······

I went out of the bathroom, boiled a pot of water, made a small bowl of oatmeal and drank it. Thinking of men messing around outside, and my family doesn’t even have the right to have sex with Hong Xing occasionally. It's really unfair.

On Sundays, An Ruoran is different from other women, she doesn't like to go shopping, she always shuts herself quietly in the study room, browsing famous paintings, reading famous books, her mind is calm, a day passes without knowing it.

Flipping through the biography of Picasso, I don’t know what to do today. I stare at the pages of the book, my eyes are fixed, and I always have distracting thoughts. Alas, the root of the pain for several years is that nasty appendicitis, eating boy urine Boiled tea eggs and other folk remedies have no effect, and I don't know if the little Mr. Lin is really like the rumors in the circle, he can cure years of old problems with some kind of evil technique.

Combined with the biography, I took out a copy of "Ancient Cultivation Revealed", which is based on the ancient cultivation of internal qi, internal energy, and internal strength, combined with modern quantum theory and dark energy theory, combining science and non-science, Many bold hypotheses were put forward. After reading one or two chapters, I couldn't help being deeply intoxicated by them. I really want to travel back to ancient times and become a female monk who meditates quietly...

The phone rang suddenly, and it turned out that it was Chen Yun, the principal of Yucai Middle School.

"Hi, Professor An."

"Hello, Principal Chen, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Mr. Lin from the flower and tree company in the city is from my hometown. He invited me out for tea today. He likes art and wants to ask Professor An for advice. I don't know if he will..."

An Ruoran has always been disgusted with social entertainment, and when she heard that the other party was an art lover, she readily agreed: "Okay, I'll drive over right away, where are you?" After hearing the address, she immediately changed into a very tasteful dress He dressed in a light-colored suit, combed his hair, went to untie a small arm, entered the garage, started the car, and rushed to the club in a hurry.

In fact, the information An Ruoran got from her close friend didn't mention that Lin Le used a young man's love to heal her gynecological diseases, otherwise, she would rely on her extremely pure moral character or something. I wouldn't go to the appointment even if I was killed.

After entering the private room of the clubhouse, Lin Le got up to greet her, held her hand tightly, and said loudly: "Oh, the famous Professor An Ruoran in the city, I have heard about you for a long time, and I have heard you like thunder. When I meet you today, I think you are both beautiful and beautiful. She has an extraordinary temperament, you are really lucky." I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but at the same time as shaking hands, my fingers actually picked at the heart of her hand.

Such nondescript and arty words sounded very unpleasant to An Ruoran, and she scratched her hand. It was obviously a bad habit of little Liu Mang, but she responded calmly with the air of a high-ranking intellectual: "No need. You are welcome, Mr. Lin is young, he has ascended to the position of chairman, he is young and promising, and he has a lot of money."

Chen Yun immediately saw her displeasure, and quickly smoothed things over: "Mr. Lin is from the countryside, and Professor Wang An is forgiving when he speaks poorly."

Lin Le giggled, and said loudly: "Yeah, it's still senior sister who understands younger brother."

An Ruoran took the Bitan Piaoxue handed over by the waiter, and took a seat next to Chen Yun, ignoring Lin Le, and asked kindly, "Are you still senior sister and junior brother?"

Chen Yun blushed: "Oh, they used to be from my hometown, but later they practiced driving in the same driving school, so they got to know each other well."

An Ruoran took a sip of tea, then turned around and asked, "Mr. Lin Le, which university did you graduate from? When did you become interested in art?"