Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 151 Who is the male model

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone, her eyes were slightly cold, she looked at her phone, it was already occupied by new hot posts, she only glanced at the content casually, there was no disturbance.

Everything started to return to the original state.

She put away her phone and walked towards the classroom.

Just meeting Jin Siya's hateful eyes, after a moment's pause, An Qianyin turned her eyes away, not paying attention to this person.

She found a seat in the first row by the window, spread out her textbooks and sat down.

The first row has always been empty, but it didn't take long for the other vacant seats in this row to be filled by people who came after.

Beside An Qianyin was a girl.

She hesitated for a while before asking: "An Qianyin, I want to ask you... who is the male hand model in that picture?"

When the girls in the back row heard this, they immediately came forward to listen.

"What male model?" His voice was lazy and nasal.

Her eyes didn't move, she was still looking at the book on the table, flipping it gently with her tender hands.

"That's it." The girl turned on the phone and turned it out.

An Qianyin turned her eyes and glanced at the picture. It was the picture of holding buckwheat flowers, which was beautiful and heart-warming.

Another glance at the data.

The number of likes and likes exceeded [-], and a bunch of comments strongly urged the photographer to reveal who the hand model was.

The number of people who want to see male hand models exceeds the number of female hand models, which makes her a little unhappy, and the answer is even more perfunctory: "I don't know each other. The other party did not leave contact information when we cooperated, and I don't want to stay."

"Okay." The girl took back the phone in disappointment.

At that time, the teacher was standing on the podium and asked everyone to take pictures and sign in.

An Qianyin took out her mobile phone to take a picture and uploaded it, and the page showed that the sign-in was successful.

She exited the page, then clicked into the platform of the picture, only to find 999+ comments inside.

So I left a message under the photo: Sorry, I can't disclose the personal privacy of the hand model.

Then he turned off his mobile phone and listened to the class.

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After class in the afternoon, An Qianyin made a phone call back and told An Qingze not to answer it. If something happened, she would go back by herself.

Because Xiaoyi's birthday will be in a few days, Professor Nan has chosen a gift, but he doesn't have any.

While taking the bus, Professor Nan sent a message about the specific time and address of Xiaoyi's birthday party, because he said he would attend it.

She replied with two words: Mmm.

When he was about to arrive at the station, the phone rang.

An Qianyin didn't look until she got out of the car. It was Professor Nan who was asking her what she bought.

Reply: I don’t know how well I made clay sculptures as gifts, but I hope you can keep watching them. Just don’t let Xiaoyi feel disgusted.

Nan Caijie: I don’t dislike it, I don’t dislike it, I like everything about you!
An Qianyin was startled at first, then immediately understood and smiled.

Within a few seconds, the other party sent another message: Let's pinch together!

She came back with one word: good.

Then she made a phone call, and the other end of the phone answered it immediately, and there was no doubt that the voice of a little boy was childish.

"Hey, sister Qianyin, where are you? I'll find you later in Uncle Nan's car."

"Okay." An Qianyin reported an address, and then said, "Is there anything you want to eat, sister will buy it for you."

"That's great." After Xiaoyi said this, his voice fell silent. After a while, Nan Caijie's deep and cold voice came next to his ear: "You don't need to buy it, just wait for me there."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, An Qianyin found a place to sit and wait.

Waiting while reading novels.

Suddenly there was a woman's cursing sound nearby, she turned her head, and there was a man with his back standing not far in front of the woman.

Black clothes, black pants and black hat, I can't tell who it is.

(End of this chapter)