Madam Wants a Divorce Every Day

272 Chapter 272, get the schedule

She lowered her head, didn't even look at him, covered her face with her hands, and ran away directly.

Didn't even take the elevator, just ran down the stairs.

The dean blinked, but still hasn't spoken...

Director Zhao. A deep and indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

The dean hurried in.

Subconsciously looked at the sofa, then at the chair...

What are you looking at? Huo Jingshen stood there with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. He was tall and leggy, handsome and elegant.

It's just that the tone, low as if it came from the ground, is very scary.

The teaching director trembled, No...no.

Huo Jing pursed her thin lips deeply, and said calmly, This child, Wanwan, is relatively low-key, and she doesn't want people to know that she is my wife. My grandfather also doesn't want her to use her status to have a special relationship.

I understand, Su Wanwan has excellent grades, is talented, and is so low-key. She is really a rare good student.

Huo Jing nodded haughtily, Do you have the syllabus for the third semester of the journalism department?

Yes, yes. The dean hurriedly walked to the desk, and took out a class schedule from a pile of documents.

Huo Jingshen took it, and stood there, pinching the schedule with his pretty fingers, and just looked at it slowly.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

After watching for about fifteen minutes, Huo Jingshen finally said, Your homework is still so heavy?

The dean explained with a bitter face, Because the junior year will be preparing for an internship in the next semester, and the journalism department is quite special, and there will be a gathering activity at the end of the semester, so the classwork schedule is relatively tight.

That's it. Huo Jingshen said, No wonder, she is busy studying recently, and I am also busy with work, so I borrowed your office and had a few words with her.

I see.

The dean suddenly realized, Mr. Huo, don't worry, I understand.

Shame, for my dirty and obscene psychology.

En. Huo Jingshen nodded arrogantly again, The company still has a lot of work to do, so I'm leaving first.

Goodbye, Mr. Huo. Go slowly, Mr. Huo. The dean licked his face and walked all the way to the elevator.

It wasn't until Huo Jingshen entered the elevator door that the dean realized that he had taken away the schedule...

**

Here, Su Wanwan had just come down the stairs on the first floor when a figure suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

Stop!

Su Wanwan raised her head impatiently, Are you sick?

Nima.

This Lin Qiao must have deliberately went to the office to arrest her just now, but she was just sitting here waiting for a rabbit if she was not caught.

With this in mind, it would be a pity not to play a survival game in Story of Yanxi Palace.

Lin Qiao looked at her, Where did you go just now?

Su Wanwan was not polite, None of your business.

Lin Qiao smiled instead of anger, Look at your charming look now, I know it without telling you.

This hair is messy, this little face is blushing, her lips are swollen, her eyes are blurred and winking like silk, and the whole person is full of spring.

Not to mention the clothes on her body are much messier than what she saw in the cafeteria before.

Okay, Su Wanwan, you're pretty good. Tell me, who did you hook up with again? Could it be... Lin Qiao narrowed her long and narrow red phoenix eyes, and suddenly said in a low voice, Teacher Di who teaches photography class Bar?

I think your IQ is quite (low), and you don't have enough balance, so go charge it up, you're delusional all the time, you idiot! Su Wanwan turned around and left after cursing.

If you encounter such a fool, if you don't call her a fool, you will feel sorry for your status as a little fairy.

Mr. Huandi, I don't even know him.

Lin Qiao chased after her directly, Su Wanwan, stop here, Su Wanwan...

Not long after the two left, the elevator door opened, and Huo Jingshen stepped out, walking towards the parking lot with long legs.

**

Su Wanwan, don't think that I don't know about the good deeds you have done. Just now, did you deliberately sue the dean again? You said why are you so bad, you are shameless...

Su Wanwan stopped abruptly.

Lin Qiao watched her take out the phone from her pocket, glanced at it, and shook her with a smile, The class monitor called.

Lin Qiao's expression changed suddenly.

Su Wanwan connected the phone in front of her, Hello, monitor, what's the matter?

Jiang Shuhao was a little surprised that Su Wanwan would be so polite, and hurriedly said, Su Wanwan, are you free this Saturday?

Saturday? Su Wanwan said, deliberately looking at Lin Qiao.

Sure enough, that face became uglier.

The president and I made a reservation for this Saturday at the hero e-sports bar in Nancheng. We want to hold the first team building, and now we are asking for everyone's opinions.

Okay, okay. It just so happens that I have nothing to do on the weekend, so I can play games and eat together, so don't be too excited.

Okay then, let's make an agreement.

goodbye.

Su Wanwan hung up the phone. Just as she was about to leave, Lin Qiao reached out and grabbed her, What is Shuhao asking you to do on Saturday? Tell me quickly!

No comment.

It's clearly a guilty conscience!

Su Wanwan looked at her, narrowed her eyes, Let go.

That voice was extremely cold.

His eyes were more like a layer of frost.

Lin Qiao was startled, and immediately let go of her hand.

Oh. Su Wanwan snorted coldly, Lin Qiao, if you really like Jiang Shuhao, go and chase him back. Lose your share, like others are raring to grab your second-hand goods!

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to her, turned around and strode away.

**

Mr. Huo: I'm happy, with my baby's schedule, I can get up early to exercise in the future!

Wanwan:?

Hahaha~

Do you like the black-bellied and rascal Mr. Huo?

Wanwan: Like a fart, I wish I could smash him to death with a ticket!

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