The little wild cat and the wealthy white moonlight female partner [wearing a book]

Jiang Minghuan stood up, walked straight to the window, and stretched out her hand to push the closed window open.

The breeze blows outside the house, blowing away the worries in my heart.

After a long time, she finally turned around and smiled silently at the woman.

"I want to go to the senior sisters and the others."

When I spoke again, it was still the same request.

His tone was more resolute than the previous sentence.

Ye Wenyu's complexion changed slightly, and there was a dim light in her eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.

As if she didn't hear Jiang Minghuan's words, her thin lips pursed slightly, and she spoke softly, but what she said was an irrelevant topic.

"Yixi and the others have already left, I will take you out for dinner."

When Jiang Minghuan heard these words, she was still stuck in place. She suddenly wanted to laugh. When did people like Ye Wenyu learn to lie to themselves?

She said twice that she wanted to leave, but she pretended not to hear it, which is really unheard of.

I don't know, I thought she was so reluctant to leave by herself!

A sneer flashed across his lips, Jiang Minghuan shook his head, and made the same request for the third time, this time, even the temperature of his voice dropped——

"I don't want to be here."

It's no fun to play the same thing after hearing the same thing three times.

Ye Wenyu showed some coldness on her face, and raised her eyes slightly, those beautiful eyes immediately fell on Jiang Minghuan.

"Just the last two days..."

Her red lips moved, but she still refused to let him go.

Surprisingly, even his tone softened a lot.

In today's matter, she was at fault after all. Shen Yixi brought Xu Xiyuan over suddenly, so Jiang Minghuan should be unhappy.

But if because of this incident, the two people who had already had a rift in their relationship regenerated, it would not be worthwhile.

Thinking of this, Ye Wenyu tried to explain again,

"...I didn't expect Yixi to bring outsiders over."

The more Jiang Minghuan listened to it, the more she found it funny. She curled her lips, her tone was full of sarcasm, and what she said was irrefutable.

"You don't need to explain so much to me. This is your home. Brother Shen is your friend. Whoever he brings here has nothing to do with me."

"I just don't want to be in this room."

"So, can I go?"

"I think, you can't force me to be with you just to allow yourself to fulfill your so-called family duties."

Word by word, loud and clear.

Jiang Minghuan was right, it was too selfish to do so.

Ye Wenyu was startled, her brows were furrowed, she didn't know how long it took until the suitcase was pushed in front of her eyes, and she finally came back to her senses.

"Take me to the hotel, Ye Wenyu."

The girl's voice rang in the ear, sweet and pleasant.

In a trance, Ye Wenyu discovered something that made her heart choke - Jiang Minghuan was leaving, and the person who was the least qualified to keep him, there was no one else except her.

An unbearable pain and soreness suddenly gushed out of her chest, she finally nodded and let go,

"…it is good."

***

Two days passed, and the group came to the station again. This time, their destination was Jiangcheng, thousands of miles away.

Jiang Minghuan knew that after going to Jiangcheng this time, she and Ye Wenyu would never see each other again for the next four years.

Parting can always easily magnify human sorrow and longing.

Jiang Minghuan stood at the back of the group of people. When checking the tickets, she couldn't help but look back.

There was no sign of the woman in the crowd.

Turning her head and looking away, she suddenly felt a little lost and aggrieved, and she became more and more sure that Ye Wenyu didn't have herself in her heart.

With the start of school approaching, the number of people taking the train doubled compared to during the holidays. After a while, the queue became very long.

The people in front went in one by one, and Jiang Minghuan held the ticket until the people behind him gave him a push before pulling the suitcase into the platform.

The seniors were waiting for her, and they could see that she was absent-minded. Thinking of the fact that she came to the hotel alone after returning home two days ago, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Yu Jing is a freshman in the graduate school. Among this group of people, except for Jiang Minghuan, she is the youngest.

Being both girls and similar in age, she could naturally see that her elementary school girl's mood was not as good as it appeared on the surface.

After taking her seat, she still couldn't help but say a few words of concern,

"Minghuan, are you okay?"

"Did you quarrel with your family?"

Being able to play in Jin City for the past two days was all arranged by the parents of the elementary school girls. Logically speaking, this kind of etiquette can be regarded as special, and only parents who love their children can do this.

But today until I got on the train, no one came to see the school girl off. The more I thought about it, the more strange it became.

"Didn't you tell your parents that you're going to school today?"

When Jiang Minghuan heard the last sentence, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable. She turned her head and looked out the window without saying a word.

As the train moved forward, the scenery outside quickly reversed, like time passing by.

After a long time, she took a deep breath and finally responded with a calm tone. Her sadness was well concealed so that no one else could find out.

"Well, I had a fight with her, so she didn't come to see me off."

she?Yu Jing didn't know who the "she" in Jiang Minghuan's mouth was referring to, but it sounded a little weird.

It's not like talking about your parents, but like a young couple arguing.

She didn't think much about it, and it's not easy to ask about such things, so she sighed and patted the school girl on the shoulder to tell her not to be sad anymore.

The train went all the way south, from Jin City to Jiang City, it took a full ten hours.

The school officially started, and CUHK finally became lively.

Coming and going on the road, the crowd is crowded, there are parents and students.

Tomorrow is the first day of the report, but the old students have already come early.

The teacher's apartment in the school has been rented out by teachers all year round. Jiang Minghuan had contacted the landlord on the Internet long ago and rented one of the small apartments.

The room is not big, she lives alone, just right.

After sitting in the hard seat for ten hours, she barely had a good rest on the train. As soon as she returned to the apartment, she fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Sleep till dawn.

Before she woke up in the morning, there was a hasty knock on the door.

She was nestled under the quilt, she was still wearing pajamas, and her hair was messy. Hearing this annoying voice, she couldn't help but retract her little head under the pillow.

It's so early in the morning, why don't you let people sleep?

The people in the house pretended not to hear, and the people outside did not give up and kept knocking on the door.

The sound is getting louder.

Jiang Minghuan couldn't bear it anymore, held back her anger and opened her eyes, then stepped on her slippers, walked to the door of the room and opened it.

Originally, she wanted to give a harsh word to this annoying ghost who disturbed her dreams, but the person who appeared in front of her made her swallow all her words.

"Teacher Duan?"

Duan Qing, the youngest associate professor at the School of Finance of CUHK, just returned from studying abroad last year, and is a research leader with strong academic ability.

Before the investigation, Jiang Minghuan had seen this young female teacher in the tutor's office, and remembered this woman with just one glance.

For nothing else, the story is beautiful.

Good-looking people are always more likely to leave a deeper impression on others.

Not to mention, a beautiful and smart woman like Duanqing.

The woman at the door was wearing a white shirt, and her long black hair was neatly scattered behind her head. Although she was 27 years old this year, she still looked like a student, similar to the juniors and seniors outside.

"Why are you? Isn't this Mr. Song's apartment?"

Duan Qing stepped back, her two beautiful eyebrows tightly frowned.

She remembered this student, more precisely, all the teachers in the college knew this student——

Professor Guo Xun's first undergraduate student in ten years.

"Ms. Song moved out and rented this place to me."

Jiang Minghuan opened the door, and as expected, almost everything in the room had been moved, except for a small suitcase standing in the corner.

Seeing this, Duan Qing nodded silently, turned around and went into the next room without saying anything.

Jiang Minghuan poked his head out to take a look, but he never expected that the other party would live next door to him.

She didn't return to her room until Duan Qing closed the door.

Look at the time, it's time to get up and report.

In the next room, the woman who had a serious face just now, when she closed the door, her expression immediately became relaxed and happy.

She picked up the phone, but before she could unlock it, a caller ID came on the screen.

Without even thinking about it, she connected directly. Before the woman on the other end of the phone could open her mouth, she took the initiative to make a sound. Her tone was full of gossip.

"Okay, don't worry, I just read it for you, you are fine..."

"Sleeping like nothing, my hand hurts from knocking on the door..."

"When are you coming to Jiangcheng, you have to treat me to dinner..."

"However, your little niece is very powerful. Professor Guo Xun praised her several times in the office..."

"Well, it's better than you were back then. I read the report she wrote, and it's academic material..."

"I knew it earlier, I asked you to recommend her to me. The two undergraduates in my hand can't even read what they wrote..."

"Okay, okay, hang up, report today, go to the academy to help, let's not talk about it."

Thousands of miles away in Jin City, Ye Wenyu sat in the office, listening to her senior sister's voice, her heart slowly settled down.

When she was studying abroad, Duan Qing studied under the same tutor as her. After graduating from graduate school, she returned to Jin City and did not continue her studies. Instead, Duan Qing took the Ph. D. exam again.

After graduating with a Ph.D. last year, I immediately came to CUHK as a teacher, teaching students and doing scientific research at the same time.

Jiang Minghuan was able to successfully rent the house because of her secret help.

Unlike talented players like Ye Wenyu, Duanqing is a hardworking player. Her academic success is all due to her hard work. People like her will not easily praise anyone.

Ye Wenyu couldn't help being a little proud when she thought of how this senior sister who was always strict with academics praised Jiang Minghuan for her well-written report.

Holding the phone, she couldn't help ticking the corners of her mouth.

No one wants to be said to be inferior to another person, but today Duanqing said that Jiang Minghuan is better than her back then, but she didn't care at all.

Because she knows that her little niece has always been very powerful and never needs to rely on others.

It was half an hour after Jiang Minghuan finished brushing her teeth and washing her face. When she was about to leave the house, she took out her phone and took a look.

On the screen, there were all calls from Song Yue.

Not many, only thirty to pass.

No need to think about who made the call.

Ye Wenyu, a woman, has calculated the time accurately, knowing when she will leave and when she will return to school, but she is reluctant to even give her a ride.

She probably asked Song Yue to make this call.

Jiang Minghuan pursed her lips, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. Then, she clicked on a missed call and dialed it back.

The call was quickly connected.

Before Song Yue could speak, she opened her mouth first,

"Sister Song Yue, is my little aunt beside you?"

Song Yue was taken aback, and looked up at the president's office. Ye Wenyu was sitting at the computer desk processing documents, she nodded hurriedly,

"Boss Ye is in the office."

Jiang Minghuan was holding the phone in her right hand, and the place where her face was touching the screen felt a little cold, just like her mood at this moment.

Thinking of Ye Wenyu never using her mobile phone to call herself, she felt uncomfortable and angry.

Yingyue's voice instantly became cold, and her tone was full of sarcasm.

"Oh, then tell her for me that if you don't use your mobile phone, you can donate it to those in need."

Song Yue is also a person who closely follows the trend of the Internet, she was only stunned for a second, and immediately realized the true meaning of this little ancestor's words.

In fact, she didn't understand what Ye Wenyu meant. She was obviously very concerned about her little niece, but she was so awkward that she refused to take the initiative to make a phone call, and asked herself to do it for her every time.

When I first applied for the job, I didn't say that the assistant had to take care of the president's housework.

Sighing lightly, she didn't know how to reply for a while.

Before she could speak, a girl's voice came from the other end of the phone.

His tone was cold, without a trace of warmth,

"Tell her, call me yourself if you have anything to do, and if I ask you to call again, I will directly block her call."

The author has something to say: Well, the crematorium you want is officially opened from this chapter