Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Freshman Yan Xiaoxiao, formerly a top student at Shenmu College in Beijing, although no one knew why she transferred to Huaxia University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, her excellent grades still allowed the school to arrange her in Class S.

"So it's you!" Qi Sui looked at the girl in front of him with surprise in his eyes.

Yan Xiaoxiao couldn't help blushing: "It's not that exaggerated!"

"However, can I ask why you came here?" Qi Sui looked at Yan Xiaoxiao curiously.

"Of course, I'm here for my idol." Yan Xiaoxiao looked serious.

"Idol?" Qi Sui couldn't help being a little surprised: "Who is your idol?"

"Actually, I haven't seen her before, but I know she's famous, and I think you've heard of her." As she said that, Yan Xiaoxiao said with a mysterious face: "My idol is the president of Ascott Cosmeceuticals, Mu Yan !"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Muyan couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and even Qi Sui had a strange expression on his face: "Your idol is Mu Muyan?"

"Yeah, she's famous. The cosmeceuticals developed by herself are so effective that they explode, and I heard that her medical skills are recognized by many people. Of course, I want to come and see this great god."

"It's just..." Yan Xiaoxiao sighed: "The idol is not in class S, and he hasn't been in school recently..."

Saying that, Yan Xiaoxiao looked at Wan Muyan: "Don't talk about me, what's your name? Let's make friends."

"My name is Qi Sui, she..."

"Mu Muyan." Mu Muyan said calmly.

"Oh, hello Qi Sui, hey, the name Muyan is so familiar...wait!" Yan Xiaoxiao muttered silently, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Looking up, Yan Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide in disbelief: "Mu Muyan?! Idol?!"

The exclamation made Wan Muyan frowned, and made a silent gesture: "Shh."

"Oh, ok, ok!" Yan Xiaoxiao hurriedly covered her mouth, but her whole body was trembling with excitement.

After a while, Yan Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back and asked, "Idol, can I talk?"

Mu Yan's face suddenly turned black: "Okay, what do you want to say?"

"That is, how did you develop cosmeceuticals? The curative effect is so good, and how did you learn your medical skills? It's so powerful, and there are..."

Seeing Yan Xiaoxiao's eloquence, Wan Muyan hurriedly reached out to stop her: "The lab is here, let's go to class first."

"But an idol, I..."

"That's right!" Wan Muyan raised his hand and threw a bottle to Yan Xiaoxiao: "My latest face cream, try it, it's free."

After all, Wan Muyan hurried into the laboratory, not giving Yan Xiaoxiao a chance to speak at all.

Looking at the cream in his hand, Yan Xiaoxiao became even more excited, it's a new product!Idols are so real!
inside the laboratory.

Mu Yan heaved a sigh of relief, fans are really scary creatures!

Putting down the book, Wan Muyan casually opened it and glanced at it, and was immediately stunned.

"What's wrong?" Qi Sui noticed something was wrong, and came over curiously.

Wan Muyan subconsciously closed the book: "It's nothing."

It's just that I took the wrong book.

Qi Sui nodded thoughtfully, turned around and continued to get his own herbs, and helped Mu Yan get a share by the way.

As for Mu Yan, she glanced at the book in her hand, and found that the contents were almost the same, the only problem was...

All kinds of... beautiful pictures are painted on the books!

The two handsome men were doing various movements, and the corners of Mu Yan's lips twitched slightly, feeling a little helpless.

I didn't realize that this Yan Xiaoxiao is still a rotten girl...

With a light cough, Wan Muyan changed a book, and her face suddenly became black.

Hmm... This is not dandy, but who will tell her what this man and woman are doing?
Wan Muyan reluctantly flipped through the remaining two books, and felt a little more despair.

It doesn't matter if none of them belong to her, and none of them are clean!
Sighing, Mu Muyan took the medicinal materials and listened attentively to the professor's lecture.

I thought the professor wouldn't let people read books, but who knows...