Perfect Pampered Marriage: Good Morning, Hubby

The girls screamed again and again, all of them stood up from their seats and ran out of the classroom.

Mo Yichen's people appeared at the door of the classroom, and Han Jinchu, who was sitting by the bed, beat his heart violently. It's him, he is coming!

How to do? What is she going to do? ! What is he doing here?

Mo Yichen looked around the classroom, and all the boys were sitting in the classroom. Few girls were sitting there, and they looked at him in an admiring manner. And these girls around him certainly won't have Han Jinchu.

He withdrew his gaze and was not in this class.

It took a while before Han Jinchu dared to poke his head out from behind the curtain. Mo Yichen had already left, and the classroom was calm again.

"What are you doing behind the curtains?" Yang Ying walked in from outside, glanced at her indifferently, and sat down on her seat.

"No, no. Just... look at the scenery." She hesitated and walked out from behind the curtains.

Fortunately, she ducked in time, otherwise, she won't be seen by Mo Yichen? If she saw it, she really didn't know what to say to Mo Yichen.

Say, I came here because my father and Aunt Feng wanted me to get some more money from you?

Or, I miss you very much, Xia Yichen?

No matter what he said, Mo Yichen would never become Xia Yichen, and he would not be able to go back to the past.

More probably, Mo Yichen no longer remembers a person named Han Jinchu in the world.

Her hands involuntarily grasped the skirt corners, and the skirt corners were wrinkled several times by her.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Ying glanced at her again, then put something on her desk, and said indifferently: "For you, do you want love?"

Han Jinchu came back to his senses and saw that Yang Ying put a bottle of yogurt on her desk. Her eyes brightened instantly, and the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily. She looked at Yang Ying scorchingly, and asked excitedly, "Is this for me?"

"Thank you for taking me to the copy room." Yang Ying said angrily: "This bottle of yogurt is just a thank you. From now on, if there is no need, let's not overlap."

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Shouldn't there be any intersection?

How hurt?

"Okay." She nodded, picked up the bottle of yogurt, but there was no trace of joy in her eyes.

Lunch time came soon. Everyone found their new friends to have lunch together. She was the only one who walked out of the classroom alone. You should get used to this kind of loneliness tomorrow morning, but why do you still feel sad?

"It's okay..." She murmured: "It's fine if you get used to it."

When she raised her head again, there was no sense of loss in her eyes. Covering up her sad emotions has become a skill for her.

The last class in the afternoon was a self-study class. Teacher Bei specially organized them to visit various interest classes.

"This is a painting class. Students who fill up the painting class can stay here to visit. You must remember not to damage anything here. Other students come with me." Teacher Bei took the other students and left to learn painting Several girls painting.

Han Jinchu keenly noticed that there were three girls who filled in for the painting class, and...Yang Ying.

This world is really not small but it is small.

"Oh, children from poor families also come to learn to paint?" One of the three girls disdainfully said such a sentence, causing laughter from several others.

Only Yang Ying, she did not smile, but did not help her to speak.

The studio is very large, with many easels, each with a stack of plastic paper and a box of pencils.

She had never used an easel before and couldn't help but touch it. The wooden easel had a great touch, and her eyes quickly turned red. When the family saw her painting, they would only think that she was not doing her job properly. Now, she can finally paint with integrity.

But she didn't expect that her move was seen by the three girls.

"Hey—Han Jinchu! You can touch it carefully, do you know what this easel is made of? This is teak wood. If it is broken, you can't afford to sell your tricycle!" The girl finished speaking, causing it again. Everyone laughed.

She clenched her fists and walked to the side in silence.

The school bell rang. Teacher Bei said that when the school bell rings, he can go home directly. The students in the studio walked out of the studio one after another, and she was the only one left. She walked to the easel and whispered: "I will make good use of you..."

After speaking, she walked to the school gate alone, and the tricycle with the words "SF Express" stopped at the school gate, which caused a lot of people to watch.

"Dad!" Han Jin ran forward in the first few steps: "I'm sorry, I kept you waiting."

"It's okay, let's get in the car." Father Han looked at the people watching them in amazement. While driving the electric tricycle, he asked in confusion, "Jin Chu, why are they looking at us like that? Is it... …What progress have you made with Young Master Yi Chen?"

Is it progressing? Does seeing it three times a day count?

She was silent and did not answer, and the autumn wind blew her face with a trace of pain.

Back in the small rental house, Han Jinnian, who was always annoyed by seeing her, ran up to her abnormally and asked expectantly: "Sister, are you back?"

This is the first time in so many years that Han Jinnian has not called her directly!

She seemed flattered, and quickly replied: "Well, I'm back!"

"How is the matter between you and the young master? Has it progressed? Does he remember you? Does he think you are ugly and don't want to care about you?" Han Jinnian asked a series of questions around one person-- Mo Yichen!

The smile on Han Jinnian's face froze for an instant. It turned out that she was not concerned about the issue of going home. The fundamental concern is Mo Yichen.

"Did Jinchu come back?" Feng Qinlan's voice came from the room, and then hurried footsteps sounded. Feng Qinlan walked out from inside and asked eagerly: "How is Jinchu? Does the young master remember you? Did you tell me anything?"

Han Jinchu lowered his head slightly and pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, Aunt Feng..."

"He doesn't remember you?" Feng Qinlan's eyes widened: "It's impossible! He gave you 10 million at the time. Even if you don't remember you, you have to remember that 10 million! You have introduced you clearly. Who am I?"

"I..." She paused, took a deep breath and replied: "I didn't go to see him."

"What?" Feng Qinlan raised the volume: "You stinky girl! You are not listening to me, are you? I will feed you for you to wear, let you go and say hello to others. You smelly Nizi is a wolf with white eyes!"

After Feng Qinlan said, she raised her hand and greeted her face!