After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Before Yang Jingyi finished speaking, Song Muran looked at Yang Jingyi in the mirror with a surprised expression.

Looking at her smiling eyes, her face said 'I can't believe it! '

After regaining consciousness, he slightly opened his thin lips and asked:

"Do you remember?"

At this time, Yang Jingyi patted Song Muran on the shoulder and said angrily:

"Not only did I remember it, I also found that you kid said some ridiculous things just to make me remember it."

She folded her hands on her chest and looked at Song Muran in the mirror with scrutinizing eyes.

Somehow, when Song Muran learned about Yang Jingyi, she remembered things from her childhood.

After knowing that they had known each other for a long time, I felt even calmer.

He stood up slowly, walked in front of Yang Jingyi and said with a smile:

"Why don't you recruit four or six? Why can't I remember."

He had an innocent look on his face, and one could tell at a glance that he was asking this on purpose.

Yang Jingyi looked angry and couldn't repeat what Song Muran said before at the Yang family mansion.

After thinking about it, it was all a joke anyway. As big sisters, we shouldn’t worry about it so much.

"Hey, anyway, your goal has been achieved. Fortunately, sister, I remembered that you are Aunt Song's child."

"Otherwise I would really think so."

I really thought you liked me.

The last half of the sentence was left unsaid.

"Forget it!"

Yang Jingyi immediately changed the topic:

"Aren't you going to read the script later? Take a look at it yourself first! I'll take a break here."

After saying that, Yang Jingyi sat down on the sofa and started scrolling through her phone.

Song Muran snickered secretly in her heart.

'Who said my purpose was achieved? My goal is not as easy as you think. '

'Alice, I'll tell you when my uncle and aunt's affairs are cleared up. '

Song Muran also took out his script and sat on the same sofa with Yang Jingyi to memorize lyrics.

At this time, in the stadium, the media who broke in had been sent away by the school security.

For half an hour, marketing accounts such as entertainment gossip news and financial news were overwhelmingly reporting on the recruitment of "Legend of the Times" in Beiqing.

The general content is topics such as "Design genius Alice Yang appears in Beijing Qing Dynasty" and "Alice's look today".

Alice Yang has many career female fans. After all, it is the dream of many girls to be a great beauty in the business world, successful and good-looking.

Yang Jingyi was reading the comments on her scarf at this time. Some malicious marketing accounts always liked to comment on her outfit.

"The fashion leader's outfits and academic style show off his petty style, and he has sadly lost his reputation as a design master."

"The black and gray outfits are not bold enough, and the designer is so conservative and cannot lead the fashion trend!"

“Alice Young’s fashion judgment has greatly diminished since she returned to China.”

Yang Jingyi will not get used to these media who suck her blood.

Her backhand is to report and block her. These trolls are only a small number, while other fans and media only give praise and outfit tutorials.

Soon, Yang Jingyi’s college-style outfit became popular on the Internet.

The academic sales of their international cat e-commerce platform are gradually increasing.

After Yang Jingyi reported some negative media reports, she felt much better.

No one can stop her from making money.

Song Muran on the side noticed that Yang Jingyi was tapping very quickly on her mobile phone.

Listen to the clicking of the keys.

And at this moment, another voice suddenly appeared outside the door.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Then I heard the girl outside the door shouting:

"Senior Mu Ran! We are going to compete on the script!"

At this time, there were two female hosts and a male host standing outside the door. Song Muran said towards the door:

"Okay, I'll come right away."

Then he turned to Yang Jingyi and said:

"Then I'll go out first and call you later."

Yang Jingyi nodded and watched Song Muran open the door and go out.

At this time, the male host student outside tilted his head and looked inside and said:

"Why did I hear senior talking to other people?"

"Could it be your girlfriend?"

The junior student looked like a gossip.

Song Muran smiled but didn't answer: "Let's go, let's talk about the script."

Seeing that he didn't answer directly, the other three people all looked at each other.

Without asking any more questions, he walked towards the practice room backstage.

At this time, the venue has already set up the stage for tonight's graduation ceremony.

One after another, classes from design schools arrived and took their seats.

Tonight's graduation party is organized by the student union, with the process and program content specially planned by the students themselves.

It is different from the final graduation ceremony.

In addition to the student union members of each college, there will also be a teacher from the college present tonight, but they are all here voluntarily.

Ever since Song Muran from the School of Design became a hot topic in the school, every year the party organized by the School of Design must have the largest number of attendees.

They are all here to see the handsome guys. Design schools are full of trendy boys and girls, handsome boys and girls of various styles.

The boys are directly comparable to the 185 handsome guys from the sports academy.

Of course, the man who is unmatched has to be Song Muran.

Song Muran's popularity is also one of the best in the design school, from the dean and teacher to the junior students.

Most have very, very good impressions of him.

Of course, except for those who insist on pestering others to fall in love, they will not hold a grudge against him.

There were two or three corporate spokespersons backstage who were also reading their speeches, including Wang Xiaona's father Wang Shiyuan, CEO of Wang's Tourism Real Estate Group.

At this time, Wang Xiaona and Lu Tian had no time to attend any party.

They are currently outside the first-year visual communication teaching building of the School of Design.

Wang Xiaona clasped her hands on her chest, holding a denim bag from Grandma Xiang.

Lu Tian asked with a straight face:

"Why haven't they come out for so long?"

Lu Tian smiled and said:

"Don't you have to discuss this with others? Otherwise, how could you deceive people?"

Lu Tian and Wang Xiaona's two followers immediately appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Two people walked side by side, one on the left and the other on the right, with another girl with a baby face and mushroom hair.

"We really need your help. I heard that you are very good at drawing figures. We also found out from your classmates."

The follower with straight bangs coaxed the mushroom-headed girl.

Another girl with short hair also said seriously:

"Don't worry, I'm just asking you to paint a portrait for my bestie. You can make it as much money as you want."

The girl with mushroom head wore glasses. She stroked her hand and said, "Oh, it's okay, I don't need any money."

"I didn't expect you to like the characters I drew either."

At this time, the three of them had arrived in front of Lu Tian and Wang Xiaona.

When they saw the mushroom-headed girl, Wang Xiaona and Lu Tian's expressions looked like they had seen an insect, with their facial features coming together.

They didn't expect that the girl in front of them was so ugly!