Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 595 [Extra] The Man Who Hugs Together
"Well, I said it, no, I don't have a boyfriend."

"What's so embarrassing, you girl—" the history teacher shook her head with a smile, as if she was shy as a young man, but she understood.

An Zimo was in a state of distress and couldn't tell. He was looking for a bag to take the trash clothes home when he saw another teacher walking into the office.

As soon as he entered the door and saw her, he started the conversation, "Zimo, you are here, I just saw it, the man who is hugging you is your boyfriend?"

"no!"

An Zimo escaped from the office, she couldn't stand the bombarding questions from these people.

This attracted people's attention more than the gossip that scratched the male teacher's face during that time, as if she was such a gossip-worthy person.

The school is not far from the small apartment she rents, and she usually walks to and from school.

An Zimo is a carefree girl who always looks happy, but only she knows how timid she is inside.

What happened that year left a psychological shadow on her.

In the middle of the night, I often have nightmares.

For so many years, she thought that one day, she would let go, but she never thought that that person would appear in her life again.

Especially when they met under such circumstances, they were completely unprepared and saw that face again.

Mousse...

For this name, she ate cakes for a while, with a feeling of venting her anger.

But after a while, she quit cakes.

Whether it's a birthday or a normal day, never eat this kind of sweet again.

But she never forgot that name. If she could choose to lose her memory, she would rather live like this.

An Zimo returned home with a lot of worries, and didn't bother to cook. He only used a box of instant noodles to finish his breakfast and dinner. As a result, he was so hungry that he lost his appetite after only two bites.

I have a headache, I don't know if it is because of my worries, my brain is swollen.

One afternoon, she was lying on the sofa, watching TV to pass the time, but she didn't really see much. From time to time, her eyes would look at the bag she threw on the floor, which contained the item she called garbage. coat.

(End of this chapter)