Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

The second one is Wenzong.

Three papers come down together. The exam time is the whole afternoon.

Huayu wrote three papers quickly, then swaggered on the chair to play with the mobile phone, fat aunt did not care about her, just put away her papers.

Gu Liansheng sat on one side and didn't talk to her, staring at the students as if they were doing test papers like a personal meat monitor.

Huayu draws to the wechat chat interface with Yu Jinhui, and Yu Jinhui sends her a photo.

Hua Yu points to open curiously and finds that the person in this photo is actually himself and Nanjian.

It seems to have been taken just after the lecture. No wonder she felt something wrong.

In the photo, she and Nanjian look very ambiguous. Both of them are wearing school uniforms and clothes shelves. They are all in fashion. In addition, the sun is just right outside the window and the desk is neat. They are sitting together. She holds a pen and smiles at Nanjian. Her eyes are bent into crescent. Nanjian droops her eyes. There is sunshine jumping on her long eyelashes and her light lip corners are slightly up Yang.

It's like a poster of some idol drama.

Flower language covers his face.

Damn it.

Mo yuan is a bastard.

Flower language quickly reply to prove innocence: baby, you believe me! I really just told him a question! This person is too stupid to understand how to say, my smile is a mockery! His smile was embarrassing!

After three minutes, Yu Jinhuai finally replied slowly: what question?

Flower language according to the question took a picture in the past, Yu Jin Huai seconds back: the answer is 1, so simple questions also need to be addressed? What are you studying in high school now? Are they all primary school students?

Flower language:.... "

She looked for a moment in silence around the level of primary school students are not even the level of human beings, into meditation.

After a while, she raised her finger and typed: what did you learn in high school?

Three minutes later, a picture came.

The picture is a piece of white paper, on which three mathematical problems are written with pen and ink.

Hua Yu, this is the first time I really go to see the characters written by the great demon king. It is true that the characters are just like their own.

Yu Jin Huai's words are restrained at first, but they are crooked horizontally. Every turning point is full of fierce arrogance and arrogance.

The three questions written on the paper were all new ones that Hua Yu could not work out. She could not help pulling a piece of paper and starting to calculate. After more than ten minutes, she typed: the answers were 7, 3.5 and 0.

Yu Jin Huai may be busy, half an hour later to reply: the answer is right, but the speed is too slow.

Flower language:.... "

As a result, Yu Jinhui sent the photos of Mo Yuanhan secretly: don't change the topic.

Flower language:.... "

She knew it wouldn't be that simple.

In a word, brother Yu didn't give the great demon king Mao until he finished the comprehensive examination. He successfully opened up the story.

And at this moment, Mo Yuanhan finally received his little uncle's reply: my woman, don't worry about it.

Mo Yuanhan:

Fuck!

He almost smashed his mobile phone, but after all, he is a public figure, and his image is more important than anything. He managed to suppress his anger in his heart, packed up his own things, and took a meaningful look at Hua Yu before he left.

Hua Yu didn't pay attention to him, so he went to class 13 first. All the students are back. Is twittering on the answer, look at the red face of the appearance, estimated to test good.

Seeing Hua Yu come back, ye Mingyu immediately pulls her arm and says, "Xiaoyu, how did you do in the exam?"

Because of the monthly examination, we are more nervous, the test language should have not spread out, flower language thought, said: "it is OK."

Ye Mingyu frowned and said, "I made several mistakes That's all for liberal arts. I'll die tomorrow in science? "

Hua Yu patted her on the shoulder and said seriously, "it doesn't matter. I'll bury you."

Ye Mingyu: I'm not comforted at all.

"Huahua!" Miao Huihui rushed forward to give Hua Yu a warm hug, "you are really too God! All the pressing questions have been tested! "

"The trough is right." "Huahua, how did you do it?" the boys exclaimed

Flower language said: "in fact, the school problem is routine, you feel the formula is OK."

She said it lightly, but the people in class 13 had automatically added flower language. In order to avoid eating, drinking, sleeping and eating, the monthly examination papers of No. Thank you. If it wasn't for you, we were still being scolded by the people in class 9 and class 1 for garbage... "

Flower language:.... "

After the students' feeling of being moved, Hua Yu picked up her schoolbag and said to Ye Mingyu, "Ye, you go first. I have something to do."Ye Mingyu doubted: "what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Flower language light way, "where is your knife? Lend it to me and return it to you tomorrow. "

Because ye Mingyu is so gorgeous, even when walking in the street during the day, some people make up their minds. They always carry an art knife with them, which is not long and short. It can stab others without death. It can be said that it is a necessary weapon for self-defense.

Ye Mingyu was immediately alert: "are you going to fight with others? Wait a minute. My name is brother Zhen... "

The flower language said with tears and laughter What? It's not a fight. It's just going to see someone. He has something I want to know. Don't worry. There's no danger. Which criminal do you think has ever done me? "

“……” Ye Mingyu carefully thought about it. He took out the art knife from his pocket and handed it to Hua Yu, "take it easy. Don't make a fuss about it."

Flower language:.... "

Hua Yu carries her schoolbag and walks towards the South Gate of the school.

There are four school gates in No.1 middle school. The east gate and west gate are the most crowded places, while the north gate is less populated, and the south gate is desolate all the year round. In addition to the workers who repair vegetation, almost no one comes here. Recently, the school intends to demolish the abandoned teaching building on the south gate, which has been enclosed in the demolition site, leaving no one to come.

Flower language a person walking in the shade of the road, facial expression.

When she does not deliberately make an expression, the lip is naturally with a little smile, rarely really expressionless, but on the deep path, she is as cold as a statue carved out of ice and snow, beautiful and illusory.

The south gate is in sight. Flower language saw Mo Yuanhan wearing a mask, carrying a schoolbag, standing at the door waiting for her.

When he saw her, Mo Yuan Han's eyes showed a touch of "it's true" meaning.

"I knew you couldn't care about pan qiuse at all." Mo yuan cold voice with pleasure, "you really came."