A heartthrob? Here you go!

Lin Hui patted her on the back, Yu Ge let go of her hand, and Lin Hui sat up straight, raised her hand and gently stroked her face, her soft and kind eyes lingering on her face.

Lin Hui said slowly: "You have always had a lot of ideas since you were a child, which are different from others."

"Mom was afraid that you would get hurt because of this and wanted to protect you, but today I found out."

There was unspeakable sadness and relief in Lin Hui's eyes: "My protection has become your shackles."

Yu Ge's eyes panicked, and when he opened his mouth to speak, Lin Hui shook her head: "You don't have to say those words to fool me."

"The man surnamed Song who came today is not your colleague, right? I have a very deep impression of him. He was a young nobleman you saved when you were eight years old."

Yu Ge's pupils contracted violently, and a huge sense of absurdity suddenly arose.

Did she save Song Jingshen?

Then why didn’t Song Jingshen mention it?

Yu Ge was in a daze.

Thinking of the paranoid and sick child that year, Lin Hui let out a long sigh.

"It's rare to find someone who looks like him."

"The one who called you, waited for you downstairs, and sent you back was all him, right?"

Yu Ge was stunned again and looked at her blankly.

Does she, does she know everything?

Then why...

Lin Hui smiled and pointed at her: "You are my daughter, I don't know what you are like?"

"After I fell ill for no apparent reason last time, I woke up with a much clearer mind. It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Yu Ge said blankly: "Didn't you always tell me to stay away from the nobles?"

Lin Hui said helplessly: "Are you willing to listen? From your best friend and roommate to your junior, they are not useless."

Yu Ge felt it was more and more absurd, like a dream.

After falling ill twice, Lin Hui's stress syndrome was actually alleviated.

Although it has not been completely cured, the reaction just now is indeed much milder than the previous reaction.

When he thought of this, Yu Ge's breathing stagnated and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

It's so strange. She saved Song Jingshen when she was eight years old, and her mother's illness improved because of her actions.

None of this seems real.

So what should she do next?

Yu Ge was at a loss, his mind was a mess and he couldn't find any ideas.

When Yu Ge was silent, Lin Hui stood up and said, "Do whatever you want to do."

"But Mom still thinks Qingyou is a good kid."

Compared to Song Jingshen.

Lin Hui recalled that year, when the extremely crazy child held Yu Ge tightly, staring at everyone with resentment, with a twisted look as if he wanted to take Yu Yu to die with him.

She couldn't bear to see Yu Yu being strangled in his arms, so when she tried to pick Yu Yu up while he wasn't paying attention, he suddenly turned around and nearly stabbed her to death with a fruit knife.

From then on, she felt that none of these nobles were good people.

There's something wrong with your brain!

later……

Lin Hui looked sad. She lowered her head and looked at Yu Ge and said, "Yu Yu, do you like him?"

Yu Ge lowered her head, not knowing how to explain, but in Lin Hui's eyes, she seemed to agree with what she said.

Lin Hui said disappointedly: "Yuyu, Mom won't lie to you, break up with him and don't get close to him anymore."

She looked extremely serious: "If you insist on being with him and bring him back, I won't treat him well at all."

After Lin Hui left, Yu Ge opened the communicator and received a transfer message:

[Your account has 5 yuan credited, from Song Jingshen's account. ]

When I opened the information page, in addition to the farewell messages between Ji Yan and Zhang Daoqing, there was also news from Song Jingshen.

Song Jingshen: Xiaoyu, when will you come back?

Song Jingshen: I miss you.

The love and longing in his words were undisguised.

Yu Ge closed Song Jingshen’s message and chose not to reply.

Time flies, and it's Monday again.

By the senior year, there were very few courses, and some courses did not even require a full semester. At the end of this semester, the only courses Yu Ge needed to take were Chen Yuping and three others.

Yu Ge has been thinking about whether he needs to take the scholar recruitment examination again.

I joined the school in order to avoid the ill will of the entire university and avoid being separated from these elite students of the same class.

Now that I have become famous, it is no longer necessary. Even after three years, I will not be forgotten, or even lose the initiative and give up three years of precious development time.

For the nobles, taking the civil service examination and competing with the commoners was undoubtedly an act of self-degradation.

There is no need to seize the qualifications of other civilians.

After making up his mind, Yu Ge lowered his eyes and responded to a message.

Yu Ge: I promise you.

Fang Xulan: It’s the right choice. I look forward to your unique insights. Wait for me to pick you up.

The assistant agency controlled by the Fang family is responsible for translating personnel transfers in the United States. Compared with the other agencies, they are more gentle towards civilians.

But, Fang Xulan came to pick her up?

Yu Ge thought about it for a moment.

Maybe he sent a car to pick her up.

The heir of the Fang family now holds considerable power in the Assistant Office. It was a rare opportunity to meet her at the time, and it was impossible for him to make a special trip to pick her up.

Yu Ge put the matter behind him.

Time passed in a flash, and more than a dozen white vehicles drove into Upstate University.

The convoy was huge, and there was a dark green mark on the corner of the car door, and vaguely there was a pattern of a hand holding a ball.

The moment the passers-by saw the emblem, their faces changed, and they whispered to their companions, "Isn't that the Fang family's emblem?"

"I haven't heard that there are any direct descendants of the Fang family enrolled in the school."

Another person speculated: "Maybe the housekeeper has something to do? But that shouldn't be the case, with such a scale..."

They stared at the passing convoy in amazement: "It's too big."

A post quietly appeared in the Shangzhou forum.

[A certain motorcade is coming to Shangzhou University! ]

[Could it be Senior Xulan? She is my idol!!!]

[Impossible? Senior Sister Xulan is the heir of the Fang family. The Assistant Office is extremely busy at the end of the year. My brother is exhausted from working overtime every day. How could it be her?]

[It’s really Senior Xulan! She got off the bus!]

The convoy slowly stopped outside the tall teaching building. A young butler got out of the car. The lines of his profile were cold and smooth. He lowered his head and opened the car door.

The car door opened, and the totem on the corner of the door seemed to be emitting green light in the sunlight. A leg in suit trousers stepped out, and then a smooth and beautiful figure bent out.

Her long hair was neatly tied up and fell to her chest as she bent down to get out of the car.

The slender neck is bounded by the collar of the white shirt, the jawline is delicate and distinct, the pale pink lips are slightly pursed, revealing a beautiful and indifferent face.

Fang Xulan slowly stood up, her aura cold, distant, arrogant, and unapproachable.

Her long eyelashes were lifted, and her light eyes looked towards the tall building with extremely simple and elegant lines, and she said with a side face: "Lead the way."

The young butler responded respectfully and walked into the building with Fang Xulan in front.