There is Something Wrong with My Omega Ex-wife

In the last week of Winter Moon, the sky became colder and whiter with the stagnant air-conditioning.

The air seems to be always covered with a layer of cold.

The class teacher Wen's fluent and crisp English reading echoed in the classroom.

Shen Shuyu twisted the pages of the book lightly, and for the twenty-seventh time, he pretended to tilt his head to look at the silent classroom opposite the courtyard.

The midday sun shines on the clean windowpanes, and the opposite classroom is bright.

It's just that Shen Shuyu's vision did not appear as a side face in silence.

This is just the first day of silence on campus.

There are still four days to go.

Shen Shuyu sighed without being noticed.

The phone she hid in the table hole also followed her for a long time.

Shen Shuyu hurriedly took out the phone, and as expected, the head of the black cat was beating.

[[Fish]: I found it a little difficult to read one third of this book. 】

Shen Shuyu saw the message of Yu Mo and touched the brand new notebook under the phone.

She guessed that Yu Mo would tell herself that, and after two nights on the weekend, she made her notes in advance.

[I used to take notes on this book. I will find it out today and send it to you at night. 】

Yu Mo was also a little surprised, [Then trouble you, my mother made a small cookie and asked me to give it to you, just drop in and get it. 】

Shen Shuyu looked at the three words "little biscuit" and thought that Yu Mo's mother had made it for him, and a smile jumped on his face.

As soon as she put her finger on the screen to type a good word for Yu Mo, Teacher Wen's voice fell over her head: "Student Shen Shuyu from this text will read it."

Shen Shuyu hid the phone skillfully, and slowly stood up holding the English book.

There was a faint embarrassment on his face.

I just talked to Yu Mo just now, not to the teacher above at all.

Not to mention knowing where to read the text.

At this time, Li Qingqing, who was sitting in the front row of Shen Shuyu, erected her textbook, holding a pen to draw back and forth in the second paragraph of today's text.

Shen Shuyu immediately received Li Qingqing's signal and cleared his throat slightly: "Thingshappennaturally, justasnightfallsandthedaysinks..."

Shen Shuyu's English is a pure British pronunciation, with the standard pronunciation plus the coolness of her own voice.

The noble and elegant feelings come out without deliberately fabricating them.

Teacher Wen nodded his head appreciatively, and the incident of Shen Shuyu's absent-mindedness was quickly overtaken by her.

However, this matter did not go away with Li Qingqing.

Li Qingqing put a small head on Shen Shuyu's desk as soon as the get out of class bell.

Li Qingqing flashed her big shiny eyes, and don't look at Shen Shuyu intentionally: "Say, who did you think of during class?"

Shen Shuyu sorted out the class notes and silently glanced up at Li Qingqing.

Asked knowingly.

Li Qingqing laughed teasingly and asked, "It's almost Christmas. Do you have anything to give her?"

Shen Shuyu generously preached: "I ordered the P country chocolate she likes very much."

Li Qingqing frowned when she heard it, and said mercilessly: "You are really not sincere."

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Shen Shuyu stopped organizing his notes and looked at Li Qingqing puzzledly.

She gave Yu Mo the best chocolate, which can only be obtained by making an appointment half a year in advance for Christmas.

Li Qingqing saw that Shen Shuyu was really unconscious, raised her chin and motioned her to observe the class: "You take a good look."

Shen Shuyu tilted her side slightly and swept around the class according to Li Qingqing's instructions.

She keenly caught that many students in the class were holding two sticks, either silver or wood-colored, with both hands up and down as if they were knitting.

Shen Shuyu looked at the long woolen fabric hanging from the squad leader's leg across the hall.

No, this is weaving.

Shen Shuyu asked strangely: "Why are they all knitting scarves?"

Li Qingqing pursed her lips and sighed, and patiently explained to Shen Shuyu: "Christmas, winter, of course, I have to give a hand-knitted scarf to someone I like."

Shen Shuyu watched the squad leader awkwardly hold his hands upside down, and a pair of knitting sticks fought back and forth in her hands.

The scarf on that leg is also crooked, with uneven stitches.

Shen Shuyu was puzzled at this: "Can you just buy this thing? Why bother to knit so hard, the knitting may not be good-looking."

If Li Qingqing didn't know what Shen Shuyu was like, she would definitely give Shen Shuyu a big wink.

It's really strange to think about it.

On weekdays, Shen Shuyu is such a shrewd and capable person with an exquisite heart.

How come you just become totally ignorant when it comes to feelings?

Li Qingqing sighed.

She felt that when God was dispensing Shen Shuyu's potion, he must have accidentally filled her with the IQ potion, and the EQ, especially the love quotient, did not give her a drop.

"The mind, the mind is greater than all things, do you understand?"

Shen Shuyu was stunned for a moment, slowly digesting the words Li Qingqing had said to himself.

She remembered that as if there had been a year of Christmas, Yu Mo had also given herself a scarf.

At that time, the sky was covered with white feathers and snowflakes, and the Christmas lights were intertwined in the sky.

The world is crystal clear, like a delicate and beautiful crystal ball.

Yu Mo stood at the door of her house and handed the scarf gift box she carefully wrapped in front of her.

"Sister, Merry Christmas!"

Although Yu Mo stood in the cold wind for a long time, there were two rustling waves.

But her voice is still like the sun that never sets, warmly burning Shen Shuyu's heart.

Shen Shuyu suddenly felt that Christmas this year seemed to be different from the past.

She still remembered that Yu Mo's face was red from freezing, and his eyes were shining with expectation.

Shen Shuyu's heart skipped a beat at this moment.

She didn't know why, and didn't think about it carefully later.

It wasn't until Shen Shuyu recalled it today that she understood.

It's heartbeat.

It's just that this heartbeat was ignored by Shen Shuyu at the time as if she casually wove Yu Mo's scarf, which was flat and thick, but with a somewhat outdated style, and dropped it into the back of the closet.

Shen Shuyu lowered his long eyelashes, his eyes hidden a lot of regret and I hate myself.

She had trampled Yu Mo's mind so casually.

"Qingqing, teach me to knit a scarf." Shen Shuyu preached.

The voice is soft, but the tone is extra firm.

The sun wheel shifted, and the sky was faint before five o'clock.

The collected sunlight evacuated this quiet ward little by little, and the shadow of the elongated window mullions was cast obliquely on the ground.

Yu Mo put down the book in his hand, stretched his arms, and stretched his somewhat tired body.

The loose hospital gown was brought up, and a small waist was exposed without any cover.

The skin is like fat, white as snow.

Just then a figure was cast in front of the ward door, "Dangdang".

Yu Mo thought it was Shen Shuyu who came, and without asking who it was, he preached to the person at the door: "Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and small girls stood by the door.

Qu Wenya appeared in front of Yu Mo holding a bright bouquet with water drops.

Yu Mo turned around and paused with the biscuit in his hand.

Isn't it Shen Shuyu?

Yu Mo was a little surprised by Qu Wenyao's visit: "Why are you here? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you need to go to study at night? Asked for leave?"

Qu Wenyao faced Yu Mo's three consecutive questions and shook his head: "I forgot to tell you. I heard about you during the flag-raising ceremony this morning. I want to come and see Yu Mo. Will rush back to study for the evening before it’s too late."

Although Qu Wenyao is calm now, when she heard this, her heart jumped suddenly.

Worry is intertwined in her heart, and it can't go away for a long time.

Yu Mo nodded, pointed to the chair beside him and preached, "Sit down, then."

Qu Wenyao obediently pulled over the stool and sat down, looking at the various biscuits in the tin box in Yu Mo's hand, and said, "This biscuit looks really good."

Yu Mo shook the box in his hand and said, "My mother made this. Doesn't it look like I bought it?"

Qu Wenyao nodded: "Yes, Auntie's craftsmanship is really good."

Then she licked her lips again and asked, "Can I taste it?"

Yu Mo glanced at the cookie box in his hand, and told Shen Shuyu in the morning that it was for her.

Isn’t it too good to give Qu Wenyao now?

Seeing Yu Mo hesitated, Qu Wenya stretched out a finger and asked, "Just one piece."

Qu Wenyao's eyes looked at Yu Mo roundly, cautiously and full of expectation.

Yu Mo glanced at the cookie box in his hand.

In fact, it's okay to give her a piece of biscuits. There are so many biscuits here, and you shouldn't be able to tell if you eat a piece of Shen Shuyu.

"Then you choose one yourself." Yu Mo handed the box to Qu Wenyao.

Qu Wenyao got her wish, took the biscuit box, and picked a butterfly-shaped biscuit that she had photographed early in the morning.

The biscuits are crispy and delicious with one bite.

The rich milky fragrance mixed with a little lemon fragrance spreads through Qu Wenyao's mouth.

This taste is extremely satisfying for her hungry snack food: "This is simply the best biscuit I have ever eaten!"

Yu Mo looked at Qu Wenyao’s somewhat exaggerated and joyful expression, took a piece of paper, and handed her to wipe the corners of her mouth, with a triumphant tone: “The biscuits made by my mother are limited to our hotel’s signature. Reservations are not coming."

"Then I really have a blessing today." Qu Wenya smiled, his eyes curved like cashew nuts.

Looking at Qu Wenyao, Yu Mo couldn't help being infected by her, and the corners of his mouth were also raised.

After eating a whole biscuit, Qu Wenya held the biscuit box, thinking that he was satisfied and had to make Yu Mo happy, so he leaned over to her and whispered gossip: "Hey, by the way, Yu Mo, you Do you know that Chen Aiberry was criticized by the school today, and the specific notice will be posted tomorrow. Everyone is looking forward to this matter. I don't know whether to stay in school for inspection or expel them directly."

Yu Mo did not show excessive joy by the news of Qu Wenyao.

The dust hasn't settled, after all, I still can't be happy too soon.

She only preached indifferently: "I hope the result will not disappoint."

Qu Wenyao still had a firm tone: "No, this incident has alarmed Principal Wu. You know, Principal Wu, he is notoriously impartial in high school circles."

Although Yu Mo has no intersection with Wu Yuanyong, but he respects him.

Not for anything else, just because he was the first person in City A who advocated fair education resources in the upper and lower cities.

Yu Mo: "Principal Wu is indeed a very good person. He is one of the few people from the upper city who really doesn't discriminate against our descendants."

Qu Wenya couldn't help feeling sad when he heard Yu Mo's words.

When she was a child, she always listened to her grandmother saying yin and yang strange things to her mother of a down town.

Several times her father argued with the old woman, but it made her worse.

Her mother was even scolded by the sharp-toothed old woman once so that her eye circles were wet.

Qu Wenyao remembered that since that time, his father took them back to his grandma's house less often, except for the holidays.

So every year and festival has become Qu Wenyao's most annoying day.

At that time, she was still young, and watching her mother being scolded and crying by the old woman, she could only reach out and wipe her tears with difficulty.

Later, when he grew up, the little bunny became a big bunny.

Also learned to bite.

Once again, she heard that the old woman was mean to her mother, so she replied directly.

The bullying and fearful old woman almost turned her back in anger.

Since then, even Quwenya and her mother don't even have to go back every new year.

And her father just sat down, but he came back for lunch to reunite with his real family.

Qu Wenya felt that her home was getting better day by day, and Yu Mo would definitely do it.

She twisted her fingers tightly together and encouraged: "Yu Mo, you have to believe that there will be more and more people like this. I, I don't think there is any problem with being friends with Yu Mo!"

Yu Moyou was slightly comforted by Qu Wenyao, and she nodded: "I know. Besides you, there are Wei Lai, Feng Ruoyu, Zhou Qin, and Li Qingqing. They have never discriminated against me. Just like you said. , Will get better and better."

Listening to the personal names Yu Mo said, Qu Wenya accurately captured the missing name in her sentence.

-Shen Shuyu.

Perhaps because of Omega's magical sixth sense, Qu Wenyao tentatively asked: "Then Shen Shuyu, where is Miss Shen?"

When Yu Mo heard Qu Wenya ask her about Shen Shuyu, the slightly opened lips gradually pressed together.

She was silent.

Of course, Yu Mo hoped that Shen Shuyu would also be one of these thousands of people.

It's just that she clearly knows that she can hope that anyone has hope in anyone.

But Shen Shuyu alone did not dare to hope easily.

The shadow lingered.

Even though her relationship with Shen Shuyu is getting better now.

The Shen Shuyu in this life is completely different from the Shen Shuyu in the previous life.

She even remembered that Shen Shuyu once said to herself that they were friends.

But Yu Mo still didn't dare to put his heart down completely.

She had seen the tragic ending she would go to with her.

Even today.

They had different fetters again because of various things.

Shen Shuyu is still the insoluble knot in Yu Mo's heart.

Yu Mo's long eyelashes drooped lightly, and softly replied, "I have never had any hope for Shen Shuyu."

The setting sun casts its last ray of light into this dimly lit ward, as if returning to light.

A long and narrow black shadow was undisguisedly mapped on the frosted glass door.

Shen Shuyu lightly leaned behind the door, his pupils trembling lightly.

The bright incandescent light hit her face, and it was cold.

She listened to the dialogue between Yu Mo and Qu Wenya just now outside the door.

The author has something to say: The pigeons have been receiving birthday wishes from everyone since Monday, and the pigeons are almost overwhelmed by this happiness.

Thank you everyone, I feel really super happy.

—Today is the ruthless little pigeon Ov who handed out knives to everyone and went to eat the birthday cake by himself.

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