Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 643 [Fan Wai] Are you close to masculinity?

"Uh, drunk, how would I know?" Mousse asked ambiguously, just not following her words.

An Zimo watched him leave helplessly, pouted angrily.

The result of this oolong really hurt her. She was thinking, what would Teacher Li say about her when she returned to school, she was so upset, and her mother...

The relationship with her colleagues is not good, who can she ask to borrow money?Visha?

In fact, sometimes, the best friend is also the one who is the most embarrassed to speak.

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As soon as An Zimo entered the office, she received everyone's attention. She couldn't even smile. Sure enough, people's gossip has no potential.

They must also think that she is deliberately entertaining them?
Some dejectedly went to their seats, but were stunned by the roses all over the table.

The English teacher at the next table came over and said with a smile, "An Zimo, you have been really lucky recently. I heard that you already have a boyfriend?"

An Zimo looked at the big bouquet of red roses and felt a slight headache. She just wanted to raise some money, if possible, she really wanted to sell this bouquet of flowers.

She couldn't ask who she heard it from, but when she saw that there was a small card in the middle of the bouquet, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly when she took it out to read.

"For the cutest Zimo—Mousse"

What the hell is he doing when he sends flowers to her?

"Hey, why don't you look happy at all?" The English teacher was touching up her makeup, and seeing her bored look, she couldn't help asking curiously.

The math teacher next to him also said: "It seems that our teacher Li is really a disaster this time. Teacher An, the owner of this bunch of flowers is your boyfriend, right?"

"It must be. I saw Momo hugging a man the day before yesterday."

"So, An Zimo, are you getting masculine?"

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Every time you talk to me, the office became lively, An Zimo couldn't keep up the conversation, so he took down the flowers and put them by his feet in a daze, everyone was speechless for a while, and they all shook their heads.

All scattered, the teacher who was rushing to class left, she was relieved, and Mousse called.

She still didn't save that string of numbers, but she remembered it so clearly.

What are they now? She has already made it clear that she doesn't like him, but he still remains the same, clearly a machismo style.

(End of this chapter)