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Chapter 1

The door of classroom 2201 was pushed open with a "squeak", followed by the crisp "da da da" sound of high heels hitting the floor.

The 37 pairs of eyes in the classroom all looked at one spot.

Looking up from the black patent leather high-heeled shoes, the legs are white and slender, not to mention well-proportioned, the word "straight" alone is enough to describe for a long time.

Slender is easy to get, but straight is hard to find.

In Lu Su's words, "These legs alone are enough for ten years."

Lu Su, a famous figure in the Department of Architecture of University A, his father is a director of University A, his mother is unknown, and he has no girlfriend.

University A, known as the most NB university in the country, pay attention, there is no one.

The Department of Architecture is known as the most NB department in A University. Note that there is no one.

Lu Su, in University A, if he humbly claims to be NC, no one would dare to call himself NB.

To sum up, Lu Su said: "These legs alone are enough to play for ten years."

Then these legs will definitely not make you look tired in nine and a half years.

Looking up from the legs, it is a dark blue one-line skirt and a navy shirt with blue and white stripes. One word sums it up as "too professional."

This is definitely not a good word, just like telling people that you are both good in character and learning, you must reply, "You are fucking talented in both character and learning, and your family is both good in character and learning."

Looking back on your learning history, you will definitely find that the best among your classmates in the end must not be the group of nerds who were both good in character and learning.

However, Lu Su had to admit that this professional attire was just worn by someone who came to look like a uniform and temptation.

This is not to say how exposed she is, she is tightly wrapped, even the neckline is only unbuttoned, and the chain bones are not visible, let alone the gully.

But someone had a nosebleed.

"My surname is Wu, you can call me Brume." Wu Nongnong pursed her lips and smiled.

Fog Nongnong, a new lecturer in the Department of Architecture of University A, a Ph.D., a sea turtle, the winner of the Best Design Newcomer of the Year Award in the American Architecture Industry, is 28 years old.

Resumes are beautiful.

Hair is a hundred times more beautiful than a resume.

Coincidentally, Jian Ran, who is a flower in the Department of Architecture, also has beautiful curly hair like thick fog.

When Jian Ran and Fog Nongnong walked side by side, the probability of murdering Filmin was as high as [-]%. It is not ruled out that someone has a Nikon in the left hand and an Olympus in the right hand, insurance plus showing off.

Jian Ran is very studious and is asking Wu Nongnong some difficult academic questions.It fully shows that beautiful women not only have big breasts but also have good brain capacity.

While Wu Nongnong answered patiently, he felt that the little beauty in front of him was looking for a place.Because, little beauties have a common problem, that is, they always think that they are the only ones who can have both, waves and brains.Other beauties must conform to the common saying of "big breasts and no brains".

"Teacher, my boyfriend is here." Jian Ran smiled sheepishly, waved at Fog Nongnong, and ran towards a Hummer.

Wu Nongnong raised his eyes and saw the man leaning on the car door.

Ten meters away, Fog Nongnong squinted his eyes. She recognized this man. To use an old saying, she would recognize him even if he turned into ashes.

Eight years ago, at their luxurious wedding of the century, when the officiant asked him if he would marry Wu Nongnong as his wife and live and die with her, he pursed his lips and said "I don't want" four words in a calm and breezy manner. The man with the letter, isn't it him?

Wu Nongnong wore a diamond wedding dress worth 5000 million yuan, and made a diamond-level joke.

His appearance has not changed at all, his face is cold and hard, not handsome in the traditional sense, even if the fog is thick eight years later, he still has to say that.

It's just that even though you refuse to admit that he is handsome, you just can't control your eyes and want to see him, you want to see him all the time.

Watch for a lifetime.

Seeing him walking towards him, the toes of the high-heeled shoes curled up nervously, just like eight years ago.

"When did you come back?" Ning Mo smiled.

When Wu Nongnong was watching "Gone with the Wind", he kept thinking that the lethality of ten beautiful men like Ashri was not as powerful as that of Captain Butler's mocking smile.

Ning Mo has such a temperament, no matter what expression he makes, Wu Nongnong feels that he is laughing at himself, but you still think that he smiles really nicely and forget to be angry.

In eight years, this kind of kung fu in his body has not retreated but advanced, and has increased to the level of a grand master. It is a waste not to open a sect and establish a sect.

"Not long." Fog Nongnong also smiled. She practiced this kind of artificial flower smile in front of the mirror every day, and it finally came into use today.

"Why don't you say it in advance, so that I can wash you off." When Ning Mo laughed, there were lines of laughter at the corners of his eyes, which showed that the past eight years had been very good, and his smile was very bright.

"I don't want to trouble you." The corners of the foggy eyes never wrinkled, because an insincere smile never reached the eyes.

"No trouble." Ning Mo turned his head to look at Jian Ran, "Give me your phone number, I'll call you when the cleaning banquet is ready."

"Okay." Fog replied crisply.

The fact that masochists forget everything about the past can be attributed to selective amnesia, forgetting those hurts, which is one of the few rights of masochists.

It's just that I haven't heard of abusers who also have selective forgetting, which seems to be outside their scope of rights.

Therefore, Wu Nongnong felt that Ning Mo was really shameless.

Could it be that he forgot that even if they were not at odds, they would definitely not be able to reunite with each other?

Ning Mo waved the note in his hand, turned and left.

Leaving the fog thick and tearing off the mask of the artificial flower, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

(End of this chapter)