Lonely love rich lady

Chapter 3 Another Identity
"Ling Wei? It seems that she has been back for less than two months."

"I hooked up as soon as I came back! Men are visual animals, lower body animals!" Aoba said through gritted teeth.

"Don't beat everyone to death with a stick! I'm the only one from the beginning to the end!"

"You dare to get entangled with other women, I'll chop off your penis!" Qing Ye said with a soft snort.

"Don't worry, baby, I won't let you have this chance."

Qingye was overjoyed, but still let out a "hum".

She paused and asked, "Boss, do you live in the Lantian high-end apartment now?"

"How do I know, his properties are everywhere...Why did you suddenly ask him?"

"When I went to pick up Yan'er last night, I saw him and a five or six-year-old boy standing in front of Yan'er. When he left, Yan'er said thank you." Qing Ye recalled the situation last night, and narrated .

"No way... Boss is not a nosy person. Even if a peerless beauty falls on the ground, he will turn a blind eye. How could her face be in his eyes?"

"Lan Xuan! What do you mean! You turned a corner and said that my face is ugly!" Qing Ye frowned and roared.

"You shallow people like Yan'er don't understand the beauty of Yan'er!" At the end, she added.

"Yes, yes, I'm superficial, I don't understand, what you say is what..."

Aoba smugly "hummed", hung up the phone, and continued to sleep.

In fact, the alarm was set just to see how Yanyan was doing in the morning. I thought that if she was not in good condition, I would help her postpone the defense, but she didn't expect her to be unwilling.

When Yan Yan appeared at the defense with his goldfish-like eyes, the five teachers present were startled, among them, the old professor sitting in the middle who was nearly sixty years old couldn't help asking: "Yan Yan, what's wrong? "

Rong Yan smiled gratefully, and said softly: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for your concern. I just didn't sleep well last night."

The old professor obviously didn't believe her words, looked at her with concern, and said, "Yan Yan, if you feel wronged in any way, tell Uncle Zhang."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for your kindness. I'm fine." The corners of her lips rose, and she replied politely.

"That being the case, let's start the defense." The old professor looked at her for a while, sighed, and said.

Although the condition of her face didn't look very good, her defense was very exciting, making the listeners nod their heads with satisfaction beyond words.

"As expected of the teacher's granddaughter! I see a bright new star rising in the literary world!" At the end, the old professor couldn't help admiring.

The face said modestly: "Uncle Zhang is too much."

After she left, the person sitting on the old professor's right hand couldn't help but turned to the old professor and asked in surprise: "Dean, the grandpa with a good face turned out to be a leader in academia—Mr. Rong Lin?!"

After hearing this, the rest of the people also looked at the old professor curiously.

The old professor nodded, and said slowly: "She is the teacher's granddaughter, and she is also Rong Yu's daughter."

"Educator Mr. Rong?!" Someone said in shock.

The old professor sighed: "Such educated and reasonable children are the only ones who can be raised."

"Mr. Rong Yu's wife, Ruan Ling, is a famous soprano singer in China, and she enjoys military-level treatment!" A middle-aged female teacher said excitedly.

The old professor was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "How do you know so clearly?"

The middle-aged female teacher said with some embarrassment: "Because I like Ruan Ling very much, I paid special attention to her information. I do remember that she has a daughter named Rongyan, but I never imagined that it is the appearance of our college!"

"There are rumors on the Internet that her natal family has a very strong political background." She paused, then said.

Facts have proved that no matter what status or age a woman has a gossip heart.

The old professor didn't say anything about Ruan Ling's message, but murmured: "Yan Yan is a very low-key person..."

"Yan'er, have you eaten Chinese food?" Qingye was brushing her teeth, when she heard the movement in the dormitory, she couldn't help poking her head out, and asked vaguely.

Rongyan turned on the computer, smiled at her, and said, "I'm not hungry."

Aoba's brows were twisted into knots, she quickly finished washing, walked out of the bathroom, and was about to "educate" her appearance, when she saw that she had put on earplugs, and when she approached, she found that her eyes were closed and she was still holding a Holding a pen, it seemed to move with the rhythm, and there was a blank A4 draft paper on the desk.

Qingye was so angry that she changed her clothes by herself, closed the door and left.As soon as Yan Yan writes words, even if the sky falls, she doesn't move.

She got into her car and was about to start the engine when she heard her cell phone ring.She took the phone, looked at the caller ID, and connected the call.

"Ye'er, do you know how to write lyrics with a face?!"

"I know." Aoba replied nonchalantly.

"Then do you know that she is the famous lyricist Moonlight?!"

Aoba involuntarily widened her eyes, even if she didn't care about the entertainment industry anymore, she knew about the existence of Moonlight.As long as she writes the lyrics, there is no song that is not popular.Many singers have struggled to get her to write lyrics for themselves.Qingye asked in disbelief: "Is Yan'er the moonlight?"

"I accidentally caught a glimpse of Yueguang's contract in my dad's office. You and her are so good, don't you even know that she is Yueguang?"

Qingye didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her not knowing that her face was moonlight, so she responded nonchalantly: "If she didn't tell, I didn't ask."

"That guy Gu Ming is planning to enter the entertainment industry. You said how wonderful his face would be if he knew that his face was moonlight?" The person on the other end of the phone gloated.

Qing Ye twitched the corner of her mouth contemptuously, and said, "Losing Yan Er is definitely the biggest regret in his life. Ling Wei is not a good woman."

"I won't tell you, I'm going to have lunch." She hung up the phone, started the engine, and drove away.

Four or ten minutes later, when Aoba returned to the dormitory again, it was no surprise that she was still writing lyrics.

She put the lunch she bought for Yanyan on her table, and was about to ask her to eat lunch, when she saw tears streaming down her face, and the teardrops fell on the white paper, which had already wet several pages, but she didn't seem to notice it, Just blindly write words.

Qingye felt distressed and angry, reached out to tear off her earplugs, and shouted: "If you cry again, you don't need your eyes!"

Face startled, looking at Aoba in bewilderment.

Aoba sighed, took out a few pieces of paper from the paper box, wiped the tears on her face, and said softly: "Eat something."

"I want to finish writing first." The face said fragilely and stubbornly.

(End of this chapter)