How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1425 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 142 Not as good as your test scores.

Mu Bufan poked her forehead with one finger, and pushed her slightly away from him: "I received a call from Professor Xiao, a certain person got a single digit in the exam, let me come over and sign, and lead the person."

"..."

How can there be.

Pudding is very wronged, she obviously scored 10 points in the test, okay? 10 is clearly a two-digit number. It is the same as those who took the test with a score of 99. They are all two-digit numbers.

She lowered her head and played with her fingers, plausibly saying: "I'm... I haven't prepared myself yet... Who would have thought that he would take the exam suddenly..."

Such a professor is not good, very bad, and she doesn't like it very much.

"So after Mrs. Mu is mentally prepared, how many points do you plan to take?"

"..."

Pudding tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his toes, fiddled with his collar, and changed the subject abruptly: "Ah, the white sweater our little brother is wearing today is so pretty."

The white sweater was what she fell in love with when she went shopping with Xiberry two days ago.

Good-looking is good-looking, but I don't understand how such a piece of clothing can be marked with a six-figure price.

Why is it so expensive?

How can it be so expensive? !

Is it woven with gold thread?
After hesitating again and again, he gritted his teeth and took out the card his father gave him to buy.

At that time, I only imagined that he would look good in clothes, because most of his clothes were dark, which made him look cold and unapproachable. If you change the style, you may have unexpected gains.

But now, after seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that the two words can describe the beginning and end as beautiful.

This white velvet color really matches his face, the whole person instantly becomes clean and refreshing, is there a big brother next door?

It's okay, it's okay, she was the one who forcibly twisted his famous melon back then.

If the model lady had succeeded that night, she would have to be envious now?

Mu Bufan helped her brush off the snowflakes falling from her hair with one hand, and smiled slightly: "Does it look good?"

She nodded like a chicken pecking at food: "It's beautiful."

That gentle voice turned sharply downwards: "It's not as good-looking as the score on your test paper."

"..."

Don't be such a spoiler.

……

I don't know whether the old professor's so-called "signature, leading people" really wants him to sign and lead people, or whether he is using this excuse to have a good chat with the cabinet prime minister who he is very interested in taking as a student.

Pudding waited downstairs for more than 20 minutes, but he didn't see him come down.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Rao was still very cold even though he was wearing a coat.

The chief of the guard couldn't stand it anymore: "Miss, let's get in the car first and wait? Look at you, your face is flushed from the cold, and when you turn around, Mr. and Mrs. see it, and your heart will feel distressed again."

Pudding sniffed and turned in circles: "It's okay, I like to wait for him."

It feels like a very hungry person waiting for a dessert, so much anticipation that even the waiting time becomes extra sweet.

Of course, if you don't get soaked in soup halfway.

The movements of rubbing her hands and exhaling her breath stopped because of Xiaohua trotting all the way towards her.

On that goose egg face, the word 'pray' in capital letters is missing.

Seeing that she was running faster and faster, and she was about to run into her, she subconsciously took a few steps back.

Only then did Xiaohua stop panting, glanced at the chief guard who suddenly approached behind her, took a few deep breaths, and then said softly: "Pudin, can I have a few words with you alone?"

(End of this chapter)