Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

"Brother, I'm not with Yan Yan. It's the bastard Nie TingYang talking nonsense!"

"I don't care if you're with her now, I warn you to stay away from that woman! If I find you dare to have any contact with her again, how do you think I'll deal with you!"

Jiang Wenyang was also a little angry. "Brother, I don't understand why you don't like speech so much. Even my sister said she was a good girl."

"There are many good girls in the world!"

"But I just like her!"

"Anyone else can, but she can't!"

"I don't understand! If you don't give me a reason, I won't listen to you. I like words. I want to be with her! No one can stop me!" for the first time in his life, Jiang Wenyang fought with his brother, and then he hung up and turned off his cell phone.

Look at Nie TingYang again. He's gone. Where has he gone? Asshole!

Because he was late, Yan Yan entered the classroom through the back door and found an empty seat in the last row. Today is economics. The professor is a very strict and lovely old man. No one is allowed to be absent and late in his class, otherwise he will fail in the exam.

Because she had classes in a big classroom and several classes together, Yan Yan thought that even if she was alone, the professor couldn't find it. Who knows that her ass was just next to the chair, but the professor suddenly called her name.

"Yan Yan from Class 3, please answer my question just now."

"Ah?" Yan Yan Yan exclaimed and was stunned. Then he stood up and looked around for help. What's the problem? She just came in, okay?

"Why? Won't you?" the old professor held the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He didn't know whether they were reading glasses or nearsighted glasses. He looked at her from the top of the frame with his head down.

The eyes of the whole classroom shot at her. It felt like machine gun shooting at her. Yan Yan was flustered and helpless, and his face turned red.

Someone whispered in the classroom. She couldn't hear what she said clearly, but she suddenly found that those people looked at her differently, like ridicule and irony.

After hesitating for a long time, she spit out a sentence from her mouth, "I... I didn't hear the professor's question just now..."

"Sitting in the last row, no wonder I can't hear it." the old professor snorted, obviously very unhappy.

Yan Yan's face was burning with fire. She secretly vowed never to sit in the last row again, no! I'll never be late again. It's killing me!

It is estimated that after this class, the whole college knows that there is a Yan Yan.

The old professor stopped for a few seconds and saw her pestle there. He was even more unhappy. "Can't you hear it? Don't you sit in front?"

"Eh? Oh!" Yan Yan Yan hurriedly held his things and sat in the middle of the first row from the back in the attention ceremony.

In the collective classroom of the University, the first rule is that there is no place to sit. I'm afraid no one will take the initiative to sit in the first row.

So Yan Yan was alone in the first row. She swallowed her saliva nervously and opened the book.

On the way from the last row to the first row just now, she saw the page where others were with Yu Guang, so she directly turned to that page, then hung her head tremblingly and stood up with her ears, and secretly glanced at the old professor on the podium with Yu Guang.

Fortunately, the old professor didn't embarrass her any more and asked the next classmate.

Hearing other people's answers, Yan Yan's heart probably guessed the question just now. She read the book in advance, so she also had some impressions of the parts that had not been taught before.

In fact, when she walked to the first row with her book, Nie TingYang sat in the position she had just sat through the back door, pursed his mouth and snickered. Unexpectedly, he saw her make a fool of herself when he followed her in class for the first time. There will be something laughing at her when he goes back tonight.

Before long, it was time for a class. The old professor came over and knocked on the table in front of Yan Yan, "do you have a class later?"

Yan Yan was stunned, then thought and nodded.

"Go to my office after class at noon!"

"Huh? Oh!"

When the old professor went out, Yan Yan felt uneasy. God, isn't it her?

Dead, dead, dead. It's not normal not to fail the final exam this year.

When he was holding his head and looking annoyed, a man suddenly sat beside him. His voice was full of schadenfreude, "shall I go with you at noon?"

Yan Yan gave him a super invincible big white eye, packed up his books, picked up his bag, turned and left.

Nie TingYang got up slowly and followed up.

The next class is management. Wei Zhao's class is also a collective class, but there are only two classes.

There were not many people in the classroom. Yan Yan sat in the fourth row, not far or near, just right.

Before Wei Zhao came, Yan Yan opened the book and planned to take a look at it first. Just after opening the book, he sat next to him. He glanced at it with Yu Guang. It was Nie TingYang. Without raising her head, she said, "are you annoying? At an age, you don't think you're ashamed, and I think you're ashamed!"

I haven't heard a voice around me for a while. Yan Yan turned sideways and planned to take a look at whether the man was angry. It was amazing. She almost scared her to death!

"Wei... Miss Wei..." her tongue was knotted and her face was red.

It's more embarrassing than being asked a question by an old professor just now. It's simply embarrassing!

Wei Zhao looked at her with a smile. "Do you recognize the wrong person?"

Yan Yan's face was even redder than the red flag flying outside, "yes, I'm sorry, Miss Wei, i... I thought you were..."

"I'll tell you. Although I'm older, I haven't done anything impolite. Why do you say that about me? It seems that I really recognize the wrong person."

"I'm sorry, Miss Wei. I didn't know it was you."

"I don't mean to blame you. Let's go out for dinner after class at noon."

"..." Yan Yan's mouth just opened to say yes. Suddenly she remembered that the old professor asked her to go to him after class at noon, so she had to say, "teacher Wei, why not another day? I'll go to Professor Song after class later. He seems to have something to tell me."

Wei Zhao thought and nodded, "how about that night?"

"I have to go to work in the evening..." Yan Yan apologized, "tomorrow noon, Mr. Wei, I invite you."

"Well, that's settled."

"Yes."

Until noon after class, Yan Yan didn't see Nie TingYang again. He thought to himself, won't he leave? It's good to go so as not to be upset to see him.

Wang Dudu didn't know where he came out. His thick arm stretched out and hugged her slender waist. "Beauty, do you have an appointment at noon?"

"Your treat?"

"No problem!"

"Not to mention eating out, just get me one of the braised fish in the school canteen."

"It's nothing!"

"But I'll go to Professor Song's office first." Yan Yan's heart trembled at the thought of seeing the fierce old man in a moment.

Wang Dudu was surprised, "which Professor Song? Which old man song?"

Yan Yan nodded.

"God! You're dead!"

"Will you go with me?"

"No, you'd better go by yourself. I'll put my things in the dormitory and wait for you in the restaurant. I wish you good luck!" Wang Dudu ran away, Yan Yan was so angry that he stamped his feet. "What a good friend is a bad friend!"

Trembling to the door of Professor Song's office, Yan Yan took a deep breath and was ready to be trained for a while.

As soon as I raised my hand and tried to knock on the door, I heard a familiar voice coming from inside

"This girl is smart, but she likes to play. In the future, she needs more supervision from the professor."

OK, you Nie TingYang, you hid here and said bad things about me!

Originally, she was going to kick the door, but her feet were lifted up, and finally fell down. Yan Yan knew she was very counselled, but she counselled not because she was afraid of Nie TingYang, but because she was afraid of the terrible and lovely Professor Song.

"Knock, knock..."

"Come in!" with permission, she pushed open the office door with a smile on her face. Anyway, someone was here to support her at the moment, and she suddenly became less afraid.

"Hello Professor Song, hello Professor Nie." she owed her lower body respectfully. She took a few steps forward and stood beside the tea table in front of them, looking a little embarrassed.

Professor Song helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose and put the Buddha. Then he saw who she was. "Yan Yan, come here and sit down."

"Ah?" still let me sit? Yan Yan didn't say that. "Ha ha" smiled twice and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Professor Song asked amiably.

Yan Yan was in a trance. She thought she must have lost her eyes and had a problem with her ears. How could she feel that the old man was kind?

He's vicious, okay!

In the past, he was his own economics teacher. He wore a smelly face all day. His divine and smart eyes swept around the huge classroom. Immediately, he could see who didn't listen carefully, ask questions and answer questions. He was sure he wouldn't know anything.

Everyone was afraid and gnashing their teeth at him. They secretly gave him a nickname, smelly old man! Bad temper means too bad temper. Because we all think that when we go to college, we don't have to keep our heads down when we are in junior high school. We can listen to the university courses at will, and we can pass the exam even with tape copying. But the old man has to force everyone to get 110 points on the 100 point test paper.

"No, I don't know..." she tied her tongue again and secretly looked at Nie TingYang sitting next to her. The man was laughing!

Is he laughing at her? Is she stuttering with fear?

Smelly man, I won't go back with him tonight! She's staying in the dormitory tonight!

Professor Song smiled and looked at Nie TingYang. "What you said is really right. This girl is smart!"

What did the smelly man say to her in front of the professor? Why did he find the professor's remark strange?