Mr.Li, your wife is super fierce

Yan Mo's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at it like a smile. The strong aura emitted from her body immediately frightened the girl.

However, due to face, the girl still stuck her neck and refused to admit defeat.

"Say I can, but don't involve my parents, otherwise..."

Yan Mo threw a cold and fierce look at her. Before she finished, the girl ran away.

She can bear everything now, but no one is allowed to talk about her dead parents.

As for those photos?

Yan Mo chuckled, quickly left the bulletin board and walked towards the classroom.

There are few professionals she studies, and the cold ones don't work. She majored in Hanfu design, which is the feature of a university. She opened a major because of exceptions many years ago.

Otherwise, a school with such qualifications as a university may not offer this major.

At the beginning, Yan Mo's parents wanted her to go to the finance department and enter the company in the future. However, at that time, Yan Mo was spoiled by her parents and her brother was in charge of the family business, so she threw herself into the cold door.

Although it is a special specialty, it can't be escorted in. Before coming in, there was a professional design competition assessment. Yan Mo entered a university with the first place in the design competition and Gu Siwei came second.

However, as soon as Yan Mo entered school, it was rumored that her design was made by someone.

There is even a rumor that she has been learning scum all the time. She has poor grades in cultural courses, but she doesn't want to go to an ordinary school, so she took advantage of the special specialty of a university.

There is only one class in this major. There are not many thirty people in the class. It is the coldest place in the whole a university.

Yan Mo calmly opened the door of the classroom in the disdainful eyes of the people who came and went.

When she pushed the door, she looked up, smiled coldly, and suddenly stepped back.

Wow, a basin of ink poured down.

Yes, it's not water, but a whole basin of black ink. If it is poured on Yan Mo, Yan Mo is estimated to be a nigger.

However, some ink splashed on her red skirt.

She is wearing a small red skirt with scattered hair and a small butterfly hairpin.

It's such a simple dress, but it still sets off her elegant temperament and jade face.

The kind of celebrity momentum cultivated from childhood is not easily overwhelming.

Yan Mo didn't get caught, and the people who stood up in it curled their lips.

That is an enchanting girl. She is not as beautiful as she should be at this age.

The girl was no one else. She was the one who deliberately spilled wine on the Yan Mo dress at the dinner party that day.

Shen An'an, the daughter of a collateral branch of the Shen family, is Gu Siwei's best friend.

Yan Mo narrowed his eyes, and there were only about 20 of more than 30 people.

Some people looked down to read, others were chatting, and the rest were looking at her with all kinds of expressions, such as surprise, doubt and surprise.

Probably everyone found that Miss Yan, who liked to roar at every turn, seemed to have changed.

In their eyes, Yan Mo was a roaring fool with zero IQ.

Now standing at the door, looking at their face indifferently, it seems that they have suddenly become smart?

"The trick I played in primary school, you take it out for me?"

Yan Mo picked his eyebrows, and his cold eyes pressed Shen An'an.

Shen An's heart shook and subconsciously glanced at Gu Siwei behind him.

Gu Siwei was reading. She was quiet and beautiful in a white skirt. The sun poured on her through the window, as if she were plated with gold.