Chapter 237 sits between a group of fans of her husband

The warm season is obviously spoiled, and the tone is soft.

Ink deep touched her head: "Are you sure?"

Warm nod in the season: "OK!"

If the ink is deep, it is just that the breakfast is just good, but she has not yet had a full look...

"What do you want to eat?"

"As long as you cook, you can do it."

"Are you sure you can still eat?"

"Ok!"

He didn't ask much more: "Wait, I will cook."

The warm season is really not deliberately spoiled. I was tossed by a man all night last night. Now the interest rate should be the same, and her recent meal has actually increased a lot. Although the weight has not risen, it is still so thin, but ink. The depth of love of the breakfast can eat a bowl is a bowl, after all, it is so encounterable and not available.

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Three days later.

"You haven't returned to the bedroom for a few days to live. I don't have to be late for Professor Lin's morning class. Listen to Professor Lin, the one who invested in the T library has now officially become the honor of our school. The principal, this morning, there will be school leaders in front of the teachers and students of the school. The honorary principal should also say a few words. I don’t know what it is like today, but now the mentality of these students around me is very boiling, you Remember not to be late..."

Bai Wei kept urging on the phone.

Seasonal warmth: "I know, I will be there soon."

"Come on, you can't be absent today."

"Well, right away, I will be there soon." The warmth hangs on the phone while watching the so-called T-New Honorary Principal, who is sitting in the back of the car and is closing his eyes.

White micro-calling is of course reminding her not to be absent. After all, the position of the Moh Group in China is not simple. For the business department and the business management department, there is an opportunity to get in touch with the rumored ink master. It is indeed impossible to miss a game. A grand event.

"Will you go to T today?" She looked at the man and asked some tangled questions.

Mo Jingshen looked at her, her long arm stretched her and took her over, kissed her face, and said: "Being strongly urged by your school leaders to say a few words, I am not interested in this occasion, but since it is already for you And to give T such a big face, good things always have to be done."

"Yeah." Yes, after all, since Mo Jingshen agreed to invest, this is not a joke. In any case, this matter is already a responsibility, not to mention being an investment manager at the school level. The title of the honorary principal, if he really does not continue to give T to the face, then it is basically equivalent to the school leadership as a plaything.

Looking at the warmth of the season, Mo Jingshen is still very polite to the managers of the education industry who teach and educate people, so naturally they will not go too far to their faces.

At this time, the driver was driving, the warm season and the ink depth of the scene were in the back row. After the ink was deeply embraced by her, she did not let her open again, nor did she let her sit back in her own position.

When passing a traffic light intersection, his cell phone rang.

He picked it up and saw the caller’s call, which was the number from Nanheng.

He answered the call. After the car passed the intersection, it was already T. The time was warm and the time was late. Seeing that Mo Jingshen was answering the phone, there was no time left. He gave him a look and politeness to the driver. Going down, I got off the bus.

Mo Jingshen listened to the phone. After a moment, he was silent for a moment, then faintly said: "Where are they now?"

I heard the answer from the other side of the phone. The ink was deep and dark, and I was shocked. "I know."

......

The warm season thought that it was necessary to open a meeting. As a result, the teachers and students of the whole school entered the largest gymnasium in T, and all the seven or eight thousand students sat down.

At first she didn't expect it to be such a big squad.

Sure enough, the ink is deep and low-key, but his status is there. Some people want to ask him to say a few words, they dare not make too small a show, for fear of being scornful.

But this too... there are too many people...

The capacity of the stadium in T-Day is about 15,000. Now half of the seats are filled with students, and the other half is covered by the curtains in the background. Only half of the area is opened.

Because of the light of Professor Lin, the students in the class of Professor Lin are also sitting in the first three rows, and they can see the people at the front desk very clearly.

There were several students’ low-pitched conversations behind.

"I don't know what the legendary ink always looks like. It is said to be very handsome..."

"Did you have seen the photos of the total ink? It is very handsome!"

"Ah, do you have photos of him? I haven't found it! I found it on the Internet. It's mostly a side of his business or a less clear angle of business reporters. I have never seen the front, but I only look at the side. It’s already fascinating! Estimated value is super nice!”

"Must be super nice! Do you think that the legend of the two male gods of Haicheng's Nan Qin Bei Mo is a vain name?"

"Let me show me the photo!"

"...I don't have it, it's also some side angles, but I have studied every angle, enough to make sure that the ink is always a 360-degree-tall, suffocating..."

Several people are still talking in a whisper, but the warmth of the season is a glance at the direction of several school leaders on the stage, and the corners of the mouth are raised upwards.

In fact, sometimes the student's world is very simple. Although the man who doesn't like his own is stared at by all the women who are coveting him, she now has a feeling of sitting between her husband's group of fans.

Even the white and light that has always been calm and calm, and sitting next to the warm season, obviously have very strong expectations.

Not to mention Ling Feifei sitting next to him, his eyes are going straight through the curtain to look behind, want to get in and see if the legendary ink has arrived.

T City is no better than Haicheng, and there is still less contact between the people here and the Moh Group.

Even in Haicheng, there is basically no chance to see Mo Jingshen, but at least the people there know very well about the background of the Moh Group. Although there are many fans of Mo Jingshen, most of the unmarried girls in Haicheng look early. Clearing the reality, knowing that this man's hopes are beyond reach, although there are still a few that still insist on dreaming, they always want to find the trouble of the season, but they are basically negligible.

Seeing the school leaders still talking, everyone sitting quietly chatting for a while felt uninteresting, and did not know when the ink will come out.

After watching it for a while, Bai Wei looked at Ling Feifei and asked: "You said that the drill table that has been lost for several days, found it?"

"Not yet." Ling Feifei replied, his eyes suddenly looked as if he had inadvertently glanced at the season.

The warm season is calm and cold looking at her, facing her sight.

Ling Feifei quickly did not start to look at her again.

It feels like every time I can be pressed by the warm and cold season, really TM is a hell!

(End of this chapter)