Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6473 Can't fight, can't scold (8)

The next day is Monday.

Qiao Muyuan didn't have the slightest temper when he heard that the advertisement had to be re-shot, instead he smiled and comforted the director for a long time.

The director felt very sorry for her, and asked her to spend another day, but she thought it was okay, there is no such thing as casual success, not to mention, the product side must be very picky.

They made an appointment to reshoot on Wednesday.

There was Ji Changmu's class today, Qiao Muyuan originally planned to skip class, but when she thought of skipping class, Bai Jiaojiao and the others would disgust her for a long time, so it's better to go to class in a fair manner, and she walked upright and stood up straight.

Ji Changmu's class is in the morning. As a substitute teacher, Ji Changmu is very conscientious and does not have the airs of the president.

Qiao Muyuan chose a seat by the window to sit, and didn't listen, so he lowered his head and drew a design draft on paper.

She had listened to Ji Changmu's voice for several years, and now that she heard him lecture again, she had the illusion of a lifetime away, as if time hadn't gone far, and he was still teaching her in the South Building.

At that time, he was her tutor alone, although he came for money.

Now that he has already flourished, he is above ten thousand people, and Qiao Muyuan doesn't want to be recognized by him.

However, she always felt that the piercing eyes on the podium were always looking at her.

She cheered up and looked up, but didn't realize that Ji Changmu was looking at her.

A girl whispered behind her: "Why didn't Professor Boris wear a ring today? Marriage won't really be interfered with?"

"Really, if you don't say I didn't notice, where is the professor's ring?"

"Whoever takes off the wedding ring casually, it's probably because the marriage has changed."

"Professor Boris is handsome and unrestrained, how many girls miss him. I heard that there is a freshman in our Department of Architecture who chases after the professor very hard."

A group of people whispered regardless of whether Qiao Muyuan was still sitting in front, or whether she heard or not.

Qiao Muyuan was unhappy, and with a "snap", the pencil in his hand broke.

Why did she chase after Ji Changmu?No matter how she is, Miss Qiao's family, she hasn't fallen to the point of chasing married men, right?
Qiao Muyuan rolled his eyes and didn't want to speak.

Early in the morning, she crawled on the table sullenly, so angry that she didn't want to look up, looking at the bustling world outside the window.

The flowers and plants are truly lovely.

In the past, she loved to hear Ji Changmu's voice, but now, she just finds it noisy.

Especially when he was talking about classes and content that she didn't like to listen to.

The time for one class was very torturous. When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Qiao Muyuan ran away from the back door before Ji Changmu left, and he didn't like to look at him.

She was upset and had no place to vent her anger, so she ran to the green tree downstairs and pulled a few leaves and tore them to pieces.

Sitting on the stone bench, she remembered what Butler Zhong told her that Teacher Ji had gone abroad and would never give her extra lessons.

That was the most painful time for her to cry. It was heart-piercing and earth-shattering. No one could coax her well. Even the gentle mother was helpless.

She cried for many days without eating or drinking, and when she found out that his mobile phone and WeChat were blocked by him, she was even more sad and heartbroken.

When I was young, I liked someone very purely, and I sincerely regarded him as a friend.

But he never considered her a friend.

His purpose of contacting her was very clear from the beginning, he was for living expenses, and she was just one of the many students he had taught.

So as soon as the tutoring was over, I threw it all away, for fear of getting into any trouble.

Qiao Muyuan knew that she used to pester him and liked to play with him, but she was not a troublesome child.

(End of this chapter)