Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"Okay, this classmate answered very well. What's your name, please?"

"Xia Nanxiang."

"Okay, classmate Xia Nanxiang, the teacher wants to ask you to be the class representative for this course. Are you qualified?"

"Of course, Professor Mu." The little girl smiled, falling into the man's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

But no one noticed.

Mu Chen nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, please sit down."

Nan Xiang sat down calmly, and the man's eyes unexpectedly met hers for a moment and then went away, and the class began.

Soon the nearly two-hour class was over.

Before get out of class ended, Mu Chen rarely had a pleasant conversation with the elective students of his class.

One girl tentatively asked with joy in her eyes: "Professor Mu, I heard that you are married?"

Although the other students sympathized with the girl for rashly asking the professor personal questions, they also wanted to hear the gossip.

Mu Chen held the book in his hand and rubbed it, with a slight tenderness in his eyes:

"Well, yes. She's great and I love her."

"Hey~"

Seeing the love that couldn't be hidden in Mu Chen's eyes, everyone was infected by the relaxed atmosphere and started gossiping.

Among them, Duan Siyao and the boys behind him were the most excited and the loudest.

However, the man did not stop him. The lesson had been finished and the get out of class was over in three minutes. There was no rush.

Mu Chen couldn't help but smile fondly when he saw the little girl buried her head in a book.

The students were all stunned by Mu Chen's sudden doting smile. Their eyes were bright, and their inner thoughts were: Really, I cried to death, Professor Mu loves his wife so much.

A few brave ones continued to ask, "Professor Mu, how did you and your teacher's wife meet?"

"Professor Mu, we would like to meet our teacher's wife. When you are free, you can ask her to come and listen to your class."

The man met Nan Xiang's gaze, his face full of tenderness: "Fate."

Then he lightly glanced at the students who asked questions: "Look at her."

Everyone was stuffed with dog food, but Nan Xiang lowered his head, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked at the man with warning eyes.

Just when everyone was about to dig again, the bell rang. Mu Chen quickly calmed down and said seriously:

"Remember to complete the task. Although landscape architecture is an elective course, it is also very important."

"Yes!" Because get out of class was over, everyone was in high spirits.

"get out of class is over! The class representative is staying."

Hearing this, these students immediately packed up their things and went back to bed, went to another classroom to go to class, and went to the cafeteria, all very quickly.

Duan Siyao patted Nan Xiang's shoulder worriedly:

"Xiangxiang, take care. I'm going back to the dormitory first."

Nan Xiang and Duan Siyao had this class in the morning, so Mu Chen knew that he would use his identity as Nan Xiang's class representative to keep them here openly.

By the time everyone in the classroom was almost gone, only Nan Xiang and Mu Chen were left.

Mu Chen looked at the little girl in a goose-yellow dress in front of him and couldn't help but hug her into his arms.

Feeling the man's warm breath buried in her hair, Nan Xiang reached out and punched the man's chest: "Pay attention to the occasion!"

"Oh, Anan, I miss you so much."

Noticing the warning in the little girl's eyes, the man reluctantly left the embrace, straightened his white shirt slightly and pushed up his glasses. The fox's eyes were full of attachment.

Nan Xiang crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the man in front of him with a half-smile:

"Professor Mu, this is the classroom."

Mu Chen's eyes flashed slightly and he regained his elegance as a professor:

"Yes. Classmate Xia Nanxiang, come to the office with me."

Mu Chen also knew that the privacy of the classroom was not good enough, so he was a little excited.

He noticed that the little girl was a little unhappy, so he wanted to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, the sense of proportion was messed up.

"Okay, Professor Mu."

Nan Xiang followed Mu Chen into the faculty and staff office building.

An older professor passed by and saw Nan Xiang following Mu Chen with his head lowered. They shook their heads or advised Mu Chen:

"Xiao Mu, please be careful and don't scare the girl by asking her to write a self-criticism."

Seeing the faint warning in the old professor's eyes, Mu Chen knew that the old professor had gone astray and smiled:

"Ah."

Seeing that Mu Chen really listened, the old professor smiled kindly at Nan Xiang and returned to his office.

Nan Xiang and Mu Chen also arrived at Mu Chen's office.

Nan Xiang walked into the office. At first glance, it was very comfortable, very large, decorated with some beautiful green plants, and the lighting was good.

"Classmate Xia Nanxiang, come in with me."

"Okay."

Nan Xiang looked at the man's solemn back, his eyebrows curved.

As soon as he entered the office lounge, the man pushed the little girl against the wall.

"Honey, I was wrong."

Nanxiang was speechless.

Who admitted that it was Bi Dong who was wrong?

He knew that the man was acknowledging his mistake for not fully telling her that he was her elective teacher, but it wasn't entirely her fault.

Nan Xiang thought that if she asked, the man would definitely tell her.

Seeing the man's lowered brows and eyes, feeling inexplicably pitiful, Nan Xiang had no choice but to reach out and hook the man's neck.

"It's not your fault. I didn't ask and you didn't tell."

After speaking, Nan Xiang kissed the man's lips to express comfort.

Anyway, she's used to it.

When Nan Xiang's lips parted, Mu Chen knew that she was not really angry, and his eyes were as tender as water:

"This is not a gift. I will give you something else tomorrow."

Nan Xiang thought that Mu Chen always gave her gifts these days, but it seemed that she had never given a gift to a man since she made a bowl of soup last time. She felt guilty and sympathized with him for a moment.

"It's always you who gives it to me. Someday, I'll give you the same gift."

"Okay." The man stared at the little girl's plump lips for a long time, his face full of adoration:

"Actually, Anan, you are my best gift."

"Professor Mu is so good at talking~"

Seeing the cunning look in the little girl's eyes, Mu Chen cooperated:

"I only want to tell classmate Xia Nanxiang."

Nan Xiang's hands were still around the man's neck:

"Professor Mu, if you are so good, your wife must be very happy."

Mu Chen's fox eyes were filled with smiles:

"Well, she is very happy, and so am I."