So you are such a president

The two silently glanced at Cheng Qingrong:

"Uncle, who are you?"

Cheng Qingrong: "...Uncle?"

Cheng Qingrong felt that he had been violently attacked. At his young age, he was actually called an uncle?

He is only 27 this year!

27 okay!

"Look at what clothes you're wearing, you're not from our school."

"That's right, they're not from our school, yet they want to lick our Professor Lin's hand! Dreaming!"

"You must be an undercover agent sent by the school next door!"

Cheng Qingrong: "...???"

Lin Wenxiu, how many school fans do you have?

They were chattering and discussing, which had already attracted the attention of the people around them, and their eyes were all focused on them.

But Cheng Qingrong still couldn't help emphasizing.

"Professor Lin's hand can only be licked by me! Me!"

A light handed over from the side: "An undercover agent from another school wants to occupy our Professor Lin, how beautiful you are."

"Professor Lin belongs to everyone."

Cheng Qingrong: ...I'm so pissed off.

Cheng Qingrong snorted coldly: "I'm really too lazy to tell you that my identity will scare you to death."

classmates:……

"Haven't you passed the second semester of middle school?"

"Is your surname Ma? Is it my Ma Yun father?"

Cheng Qingrong lifted his chin and looked at everyone like Lin Wenxiu usually did.

Cold, arrogant, and a bit indifferent.

"Professor Lin is married, and I am his wife."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

There was a roar of laughter.

Cheng Qingrong: ...

"Don't think that you can say such things just because you are a little more handsome than us."

"Professor Lin will not marry you."

Cheng Qingrong was furious.

Others tried to persuade Cheng Qingrong:

"I know you just like Professor Lin too much, but as a human being, you still have to learn to recognize the reality."

"Yes, why don't you join the support group of Professor Lin in our school, we will share the latest news of Professor Lin every day, and there are many insider photos."

Cheng Qingrong's focus was quickly shifted: "Is there such a group?"

"In addition to our school, we also have support groups for fans from other schools. But since you have worked so hard to come to our school to see Professor Lin, I will let you join our school." The man said mysteriously, " This is the benefit of this school."

"There's also a semi-nude photo of Professor Lin." The man leaned into Cheng Qingrong's ear and whispered, "This is the treasure of the group."

Cheng Qingrong groaned in his heart!

"Quick! Give me the group number!"

Professor Lin is giving a lecture on it.

He spoke very excitedly.

Because he felt that everyone seemed to be listening very carefully today, so he had to pay more attention to the lecture.

until--

"Damn it! This is also called a nude photo!"

Someone sitting in the back row yelled loudly, the sound was so loud that everyone in the classroom couldn't help but look back.

The voice of Lin Wenxiu's lecture stopped, and his class was interrupted.

He was very upset.

This displeasure was directly expressed on his face.

Lin Wenxiu scanned the back row with slightly gloomy eyes.

There was a group of people in the dark behind, he didn't know who made the noise just now.

But the voice was very familiar.

It seems to be... Cheng Qingrong.

Lin Wenxiu walked off the podium with a cold face.

The sound came from the last few rows, if he didn't feel wrong - Lin Wenxiu's footsteps stopped at the penultimate row.

His eyes swept over here over and over again.

"Who was it just now?" Lin Wenxiu asked coldly.

Everyone was sitting upright, all of them sitting extremely straight, and they even quietly peeked at Lin Wenxiu with their own eyes.

But no one said anything.

It seems that everyone wants to cover that person.

Lin Wenxiu glanced around again, and noticed something that was not quite right.

He stretched out his hands to support the table in front of him, and leaned forward slightly, trying to see the situation under the middle table in this row.

But there are too many people in this row, there are more than a dozen people sitting in eight seats, densely packed.I really can't see clearly.

"If you don't want to stand up, that's fine." Lin Wenxiu's tone was a little better, "But I don't want this to happen again."

Lin Wenxiu stood up straight: "Let's go on to class now."

As soon as Lin Wenxiu turned around and left the place, someone spoke excitedly and incoherently: "Damn it, he touched this table."

"Hands, hands! I want legs!"

Cheng Qingrong got out from under the table and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

It was so dangerous that he was almost discovered.

In fact, it was nothing, but he just yelled too loudly, if Lin Wenxiu found him and asked him what nude photos he was looking at, Cheng Qingrong would not know how to answer.

So I simply got under the table.

Fortunately, the other party did not find out.

Those two people were still infatuated with the table.

After Cheng Qingrong finished reading it, he was so angry that he stretched out his hand and wiped the table vigorously several times, wiping all the sweat from his forehead on it.

"……what are you doing?"

Cheng Qingrong snorted, "I'm marking my territory."

After Lin Wenxiu finished his lecture, he found that there was an extra text message on his phone.

From Cheng Qingrong.

He was in class when it was sent, and he was not paying attention to his mobile phone, so he didn't find this text message.

After clicking on the text message, Cheng Qingrong sent four words.

【you are mine】

Lin Wenxiu was walking, and did not reply to the other party immediately. He waited until he returned to the office before sending him a reply.

【Well, I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. 】

The phone vibrated, and Cheng Qingrong quickly sent him back two text messages.

[I really want to kiss you. 】

[Don't say I'm a hooligan this time. 】

Lin Wenxiu remembered that when the other party said that he wanted to kiss him, he once said sternly that this is something only a hooligan can do, which made the other party dumbfounded.

Although it is still strange to kiss such things now, but after Cheng Qingrong's explanation, he already knew that it was very normal for husband and wife to do such things before, and only when doing such things to strangers is called hooliganism , Lin Wenxiu was obviously relieved a lot.

And Lin Wenxiu felt that every time he kissed Cheng Qingrong, the other party seemed to be happy and kept smiling.

Since this kind of thing can make his wife happy, Lin Wenxiu doesn't mind kissing Cheng Qingrong a few more times.

Looking carefully at Cheng Qingrong's text message again, Lin Wenxiu remembered the key points in his memo.

[Have a little joke with Madam to enliven the atmosphere]

Active atmosphere.

Lin Wenxiu thought about how to reply to the other party.

Carefully considering the words in his mind, Lin Wenxiu finally typed a few words slowly on the phone.

[If you can fly over, I will let you kiss enough. 】

That should be able to liven up the atmosphere.

Lin Wenxiu thought to himself, flying over is a joke at first glance.

As soon as he put the phone on the table, Lin Wenxiu heard the door of his office being pushed open with a slam.

Cheng Qingrong stood at the door panting:

"I am coming."

Lin Wenxiu was taken aback, but suddenly thought of the voice he had just heard in class, and guessed in his heart that it was probably him, so he stopped being surprised, and just told the other party: "Close the door."

Cheng Qingrong was still breathing, and his face was probably flushed with blood and red because of the hasty running, but he still closed the door.

Lin Wenxiu said lightly: "Come here."

"I'll let you kiss enough."