Chapter 197: Like a big enemy

Chapter 197
"It's all for the company, all right, you don't care about these things, hurry up and do Xuanxuan's homework."
After finishing speaking, I walked upstairs, obviously not wanting to talk more.
Zhong Hui is close to the enemy.
Su Yun is undoubtedly beautiful, much better than her, and even after more than ten years of hardship, the years did not leave much mark on her face, and she looked better than her when she went to the beauty salon for maintenance. Kuotai is still young, it's just that she dresses plainly, but she is definitely eye-catching when she wears a gorgeous dress.
Men are always like this, home flowers do not smell of wild flowers.
Will Wen Jianmin look back and think of Su Yun again?
This won't work, this definitely won't work.
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Although Fu Nanli is a little weird now, he personally said that they are still boy and girl friends, she can still go to him, Wen Qiao feels a little relieved.
Back at school, Lu Youyou saw the wound on the corner of her mouth, his eyes shining: "Fu Shao...very fierce."
Wen Qiao said softly: "Go to practice piano."
Lu Youyou stared at her lips: "Tsk tusk, like a wolf like a tiger."
Wen Qiao covered her mouth: "Go to practice, go to practice."
On the Internet, there has been a lot of rumors about Wen Qiao being Mu Yue. Every time she goes out, people passing by will point her to her, whispering whether she is Mu Yue or not.
While practicing the piano, Lu Youyou and Wen Qiao went to the bathroom together. Lu Youyou worried: "How do I feel that the online comments are weird."
"Where is it?"
"It stands to reason that you, the client, did not respond. The rumors that you are Mu Yue should gradually fade out, but the speculation on the Internet has not faded. No matter what hot spots appear on Weibo, people have always talked about you as Mu Yue. May, please, you are an amateur, where can there be such a large amount of traffic."
Wen Qiao washed his hands and leaned on the old ivory washbasin: "Someone is behind the rhythm."
Lu Youyou: "Sure, Xu Lu."
Xu Lu:...
Wen Qiao frowned slightly: "Dare she still?"
Lu Youyou lightly said: "Maybe the more frustrated the more courageous."
Wen Qiao was noncommittal.
Lu Youyou said again: "Anyway, it's either Xu Lu or Zhao Tong. The two are really good guys. They probably don't know that you are really Mu Yue, and they want to make you a character, then slap you in the face. You hyped it yourself."
It's possible that Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows.
"You know a lot."
Lu Youyou clasped her shoulders: "Please call me Taolu King."
Back in the small hall, Chun Xiao showed her mobile phone to Wen Qiao: "There were 38 people in the folk music department, but 21 of them went to the Western music department. The school approved it."
The folk music, which had been left out in the cold, was almost hit hard.
Lu Youyou was filled with righteous indignation: "Why does the school approve? Isn't this aiding the abuse of folk music? Then who will apply for folk music for the next year's college entrance examination?"
Chun Xiao also feels wronged: "The most depressing thing is that these people have been admitted to the ideal university by relying on Minle. Once they entered the university, they kicked Minle away. They just used Minle, and in the end they had to talk about Minle. It’s not good. Those of them are more annoying than those who study Western music."
Lu Youyou gritted her teeth: "The traitors represented by Jin Xuan."
I swiped my phone, and my face became more ugly.
"Arrogant, Jin Xuan posted a photo of her and Viola in the group, and someone showed me a screenshot of the circle of friends she posted, saying that after almost a semester of hard work, she finally transferred to the coveted department."
(End of this chapter)