Yin marriage stays together: the chaebol's husband is a ghost

Chapter 37 Don't Like Korean Kimchi Head
Bei Mingsu frowned, and suddenly smiled, "My brother never brings ordinary friends home. Only my grandfather, me, and a few people can enter his bedroom." Not to mention being lucky enough to lie on his bed, That's not something you can climb to if you want to dedicate yourself to it.

Ning Luo didn't speak any more, and was silent all the way to the school. Since Bei Mingsu's car was too eye-catching, he asked Bei Mingsu to stop the car when he was still some distance away from the school.

Beimingsu reversed the car and slid two or three meters in the direction of travel. Suddenly, he stuck his head out of the car window, and smiled sweetly with the wind, "I will come to see my eldest nephew at any time, you have to take good care of him , future sister-in-law."

Ning Luo only felt that the scorching sun above his head suddenly became dark.

Bei Minggu broke into her dormitory and said: Let me see if my child is still there. I will come here often in the future.

Now Bei Mingsu said to her again: I will come to see my eldest nephew anytime, you have to take good care of him.

However, the Beiming family is so well-known. The two brothers and sisters are more recognizable than the other, and it is difficult not to be recognized. From now on, it will be difficult for her to live in peace.

Ning Luo took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was 2:06, and their classes started at 2:30 in the afternoon. People who go to college are not as active as primary school students, and they usually don’t go to the classroom until the last minute, so at this time the campus It's still relatively quiet.

Ning Luo thought, if she hurried back to the dormitory to change clothes at this time, she would not be late for the classroom.

Because Bei Mingsu found out that she was pregnant, Ning Luo didn't dare to be careless anymore. Even though there were not many people at the school gate, she still held her bag in front of her, sneaking into the school gate cautiously like a thief, choosing a place with few people to walk around way to go.

Just as she was about to walk downstairs to the dormitory, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shh..."

The sound of sudden braking sounded, and a bicycle turned half a corner neatly and landed in front of Ning Luo.

Ning Luo was frightened, subconsciously took two steps back, his slightly downcast eyes touched an overly slender leg, which was wearing sports pants and sneakers, and stepped straight on the ground.

Ning Luo frowned, and before he had time to raise his head, a male voice that sounded a bit tugging and pleasant came down, "Kang Ning Luo, why didn't you go to class this morning?"

Hey, this voice sounds familiar!
Ning Luo quickly raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a slightly childish, but handsome and sunny face, which was still staring at him with a little anger.

It turned out to be the school grass Zhao Suhang!

Ning Luo didn't know what he was doing to stop her suddenly. Thinking of her stomach, she tightened her hand holding the bag to cover her stomach more tightly, and replied in the same tone of pulling: "I have something to do at home, I'm asking for leave! Zhao Suhang , I thank you for giving me the chocolate, but it is not your business to take care of me, I will buy your chocolate and return it to you!"

Compared with a mature man like Bei Minggu, Zhao Suhang is a veritable freshman. He has the most popular hairstyle in Korea at the moment, and his curly eyebrow-level bangs are gently blown by the afternoon breeze, bringing a faint color.

His skin is so tender that it can be compared to hers, and his facial features are also well-shaped, there is nothing to be picky about.

Oh, no wonder it can confuse a lot of female students. This appearance can really surpass many popular Korean male stars, and Ning Luo is about to be fooled by his "beauty".

However, bewildered, she can only appreciate it.

This kind of tender grass is not her dish!

"The things I send out will not be returned!" Zhao Suhang seemed to be even more angry.

"Whether it's your business or not, it's still my business. You'd better not give it away in the future, lest I have to go to the basketball court to pay you back every time, annoying!" Ning Luo glanced at him and walked around him Bicycles are about to pass by.

Zhao Suhang's wheel moved forward, easily blocking her way, with a look of gloom that didn't match his age, "Is it because of him?"

Ning Luo felt baffled, and the road was blocked, and felt agitated. He raised a pair of big round eyes and stared directly at it, pouted and said in a bad tone, "What are you talking about? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"I've heard about that rich man." The school was talking about it, and he heard a lot of gossip and rumors in the morning, which was unpleasant, so he came to her to ask for clarification. He was absent-minded in class all morning.

Something bad flashed in Ning Luo's mind, could it be that what happened last night spread?
Her face looked a little unnatural, but she still insisted, "He's my uncle!"

"Heh..." Zhao Suhang sneered, his face became even uglier, and he only felt heartache. He always thought that Ning Luo was pure and pure, but he didn't expect to be like other vain girls, "You Kang family, when did you become relatives with Bei Ming's family? "

Some students had rushed to class one after another. Seeing the two of them entangled here, they all cast their eyes curiously, and some were still whispering. Ning Luo didn't even look at Zhao Suhang again, and wanted to get over his bicycle and leave.

Zhao Suhang's car moved forward, blocked her way again, and advised: "Kang Ningluo, that man is not your type, don't get abandoned when he gets it, he has no place to cry, you'd better hurry up leave him!"

"I want you to care!" If you continue to pester her, she will not be able to catch up in class. Ning Luo stomped her feet, looked up at Zhao Suhang's head angrily, "Is he my favorite? How do you know? Anyway, I don't like it." Korean kimchi head, please make way!"

She is also a 20-year-old girl who is annoyed and has a petty temper.

"Kimchi head?" Zhao Suhang was taken aback by what she said, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the fluffy and stylish hairstyle, which he thought he was satisfied with and so handsome that both humans and animals were angry.

But such a hairstyle actually became a Korean kimchi head in the eyes of the beloved goddess, and she was disgusted!

Zhao Suhang felt a little embarrassed, but he still kept his irritable tone to the calmest, "Do you have vision? This hairstyle and color are the most popular nowadays, and they suit my face very well."

To be honest, his appearance is indeed quite handsome!
Very eye-catching, but also eye-catching!

But Ning Luo doesn't like it, she just doesn't like it. In order to wipe out Zhao Suhang's love for her at once, she deliberately pretended to be particularly disdainful towards him, and even looked at him disrespectfully from the corner of her eye, "Sister yellow skin and black hair, authentic The descendants of Yan and Huang not only resolutely boycott Japanese products, but also boycott Korean products, especially Korean kimchi heads like you, my sister grew up eating pickles!"

Korean products?

In her eyes, he was just a commodity?
Zhao Suhang frowned lightly, feeling a little pained. The hairstyle he thought was so handsome was not liked and was severely despised. He decided to change this Korean kimchi head tonight and change it into an authentic one. Chinese pickle head.

Taking advantage of his frowning in a daze, Ning Luo viciously lifted his foot and kicked his wheel, then ran away clutching his bag.

After crossing the flower garden and passing through a spacious boulevard, she arrived at the downstairs of the dormitory, but when Ning Luo hurriedly rushed from the flower garden to the middle of the boulevard, an expensive sports car sped up from a distance, and it was only two feet away from her. rice.

Zhao Suhang's eyes widened all of a sudden, he threw his bicycle and rushed over...

(End of this chapter)