"It's all for the company. Okay, stop worrying about it and focus on Xuanxuan's homework."
After saying that, he walked upstairs, obviously not wanting to talk any more.
Zhong Huiru felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.
Su Yun was undoubtedly good-looking, much better looking than her, and even after more than ten years of hard life, time had not left many traces on her face. She looked even younger than her, a wealthy wife who went to the beauty salon every now and then for maintenance. It was just that she dressed simply. If she wore a fancy dress, she would definitely be eye-catching.
Men are always like this, domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers.
Will Wen Jianmin come back to remember Su Yun’s kindness
This won’t do. This absolutely won’t do.
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Although Fu Nanli was acting a little weird now, he said himself that they were still boyfriend and girlfriend, and she could still go find him, so Wen Qiao felt a little relieved.
Back at school, Lu Youyou saw the wound at the corner of her mouth and her eyes lit up: "Master Fu... is very fierce."
Wen Qiao sighed softly: "Go practice the piano."
Lu Youyou stared at her lips: "Tsk tsk tsk, like a wolf and a tiger."
Wen Qiao covered her mouth with her hand: "Go practice the piano, go practice the piano."
The rumor that Wen Qiao is Mu Yue has spread all over the internet. Every time she goes out, people passing by will point at her and whisper about whether she is Mu Yue or not.
During the break in piano practice, Lu Youyou and Wen Qiao went to the bathroom together. Lu Youyou said worriedly, "Why do I feel like the comments online are weird?"
"What's strange about that?"
"Logically speaking, if you, the person involved, don't respond, the rumors about you being Mu Yue should gradually fade away, but the speculation online has not faded. No matter what hot topics are on Weibo, there are always people talking about you being Mu Yue. Please, you are an amateur, how can you have such a large amount of traffic?"
Wen Qiao washed his hands and leaned on the old ivory-white sink: "Someone is behind this."
Lu Youyou: "Sure, Xu Lu."
Xu Lu: …
Wen Qiao frowned slightly: "She still dares?"
Lu Youyou chuckled: "Maybe the more setbacks you face, the more courageous you will become."
Wen Qiao remained noncommittal.
Lu Youyou added, "Anyway, it's either Xu Lu or Zhao Tong, two troublemakers. They probably don't know that you are really Mu Yue, so they want to screw up your image and then slap you in the face, and then say that you are the one who hyped it up."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows, it is possible.
"You know a lot."
Lu Youyou put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Please call me the King of Routines."
Back in the small hall, Chunxiao showed the phone to Wen Qiao: "There were originally 38 people in the Chinese Music Department, and 21 of them were transferred to the Western Music Department. The school approved it."
Folk music, which was already unpopular, suffered a severe blow.
Lu Youyou was filled with righteous indignation: "Why did the school approve it? Isn't this helping the evil to attack folk music? Who will apply for folk music in the college entrance examination next year?"
Chunxiao also felt wronged: "The most depressing thing is that these people were admitted to their ideal universities by relying on folk music, but once they entered the university, they kicked folk music away. They just took advantage of folk music, and in the end they turned the tables and said that folk music was bad. They are more annoying than those who studied Western music."
Lu Youyou gritted her teeth and said, "The traitors represented by Jin Xuan."
He checked his phone and his expression became even uglier.
"So arrogant! Jin Xuan posted a photo of herself and Viola in the group, and someone also took a screenshot and showed me her circle of friends, saying that after almost a semester of hard work, she finally transferred to the department of her dreams."
(End of this chapter)