100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 2840 is so coincidental

Sheng Yilang looked at everyone, and he found that everyone's eyes were on him.

There was a touch of coldness in his eyes, really annoying!
He thought about it, and didn't want to bother, so he turned around and stood in the middle of the podium, "Okay, let me explain, Molly and I are just classmates! That's all."

Molly turned to look at him, and he gave off an unpleasant feeling, but he said it anyway.

"And——" Sheng Yilang put his hands on the podium, leaned forward slightly, he frowned, and said solemnly, "It will never be possible for me and her in the future! No matter who is next to me, no matter who is photographed next to me No matter who the girl is, she can't be my girlfriend! I have no cleanliness, so it's impossible for me not to have contact with girls!"

The classroom was very quiet, and all eyes were on him.

Sheng Yilang hadn't planned to step down yet, his eyes flicked across the classroom one by one, and finally looked at the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom.

He frowned, and said impatiently and flatly, "During school, before graduating from university, I couldn't fall in love." After finishing speaking, he returned to his seat.

Molly stood there... She didn't know if such an explanation was useful, but at least the girls in the class wouldn't mistake it, right?
The classroom was still very quiet, Molly turned her eyes slowly, and she looked at the girls in the class angrily, "It's okay to be a nympho, but don't think that I am also a nympho like you! Rather than being a nympho, it's better Said I have self-knowledge." The corners of her lips curled slightly, she smiled, and asked, "How many wives can Sheng Yilang marry? Can he marry you all?"

At this time, no one will talk nonsense.

Although she was angry, no one would fight her, especially in front of a male god.

The girls took out their textbooks and began to look at the questions, even though it was the end of get out of class time...

No one talked to Molly at all, and Molly didn't care, she believed that these women had heard what she said just now.

Everyone scolded Molly in their hearts, thinking she was a lunatic, but they didn't want to refute.

After a while, she also returned to her place.

The class bell rang, the teacher walked into the classroom, and everyone took out the corresponding textbooks.

Sheng Yilang took the sunglasses he had just bought in his hand, he studied them a bit, and he didn't know why he bought them, so he went to the store to pick out a bag for Yi Qing, but the manager said that if you buy a bag for an extra [-] yuan, you will get glasses as a gift.

Is he a man without glasses?

Is he a cheap eater?

No, I just thought the color of the sunglasses was pretty good at the time, so I bought them.

Looking at it now, it's just average, and he probably won't wear it in the future.

Just like this, I accidentally discovered that there are still words engraved on the frame of the glasses.

mms888 What the hell is this?

brand?Have not heard.

"How much do you know about modern history? Can anyone tell me?" the history teacher asked.

Sheng Yilang is a person who likes history, he put away his sunglasses casually, leaned back in the chair, and listened to the teacher's class.

After listening for a while, he felt that he understood what the teacher said, so he didn't want to listen anymore.

He took out his phone, opened Moments, and swiped.

He didn't like anyone, he doesn't like bubbling, and he hardly posts on Moments himself.

After turning around, he deliberately opened Mu Miaosi's circle of friends...

The girl's profile picture is a playful selfie, wearing a peaked cap, looking up at the sky and pouting, full of youthful vitality.

He also looked at the avatar, um, it's a bit over-beautified, and the skin grinding is too serious.

But she thinks it's pretty good-looking, who doesn't look pretty when taking pictures of girls nowadays?

There was no sense of disobedience in her grinding like this, staring at the head portrait for a few seconds, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Sheng Yilang's lips.

Then she went back to her circle of friends...read one by one.

He found that he hadn't paid attention to her before, and these circles of friends hadn't seen her before.

Scrolling down, he found several groups of selfies of her...

It was a different style, wearing different clothes, there was that kind of sweet dress, the background was the school playground, that kind of dense football net, it was still quite youthful, and the other group of selfies were hip-hop costumes, It's also hip-hop style, even the hair is dyed to have a personality, and it's not annoying to look at.

This should be the first time Sheng Yilang looked at her Moments, but when he scrolled down, he actually saw that in one of his photos, she was wearing glasses.

Wearing glasses is nothing special, but why are glasses so familiar?
He looked at his desk, picked up his glasses and looked at it.

Sheng Yilang couldn't help being a little puzzled, he was a very careful person, although he had just bought this pair of glasses, he could tell at a glance that they were the same pair.

It's really strange, how can you buy the same glasses?

fate?

The history teacher's class is still going on... About modern history, he lectured so much that he spit.

Most of the students still listened very carefully.

Except for Sheng Yilang, he didn't attend the class at all.

When she scanned her circle of friends and was about to put the phone away, a WeChat message came, and he picked it up to see that it was from Uncle Junhao.

Shen Junhao edited the text and asked him——

[Do you have time this afternoon?Can you come to my office?I have something very important to find you]

Very important?
This is the first time his uncle has said this to him.

Without even thinking about it, Sheng Yilang replied two words——

【I come】

Then he put down his phone, sat back in the chair, and stared at his glasses.

In the playground of a certain elementary school, after physical education class, Mu Miaosi ran along the track with her ears on. She weighed herself this morning and found that she had gained a little weight. , while listening to music.

Running and running, the phone rang.

There was a call, she answered, "Hello."

"Miao Si, I have good news for you. The glasses you designed are sold." A woman's voice came over.

"Really?" She stopped excitedly, with a bright smile, "Who knows the goods? Such a taste!"

"That..." The woman coughed lightly and said, "I held an event, selling bags and giving away glasses."

"Ah?" She suddenly lost her excitement and asked, "How did you do this event? Free delivery?"

"It's not free anymore." The woman said, "It's just an extra yuan and free glasses."

"What?" Mu Miao vomited blood in thought, "My glasses are only worth one yuan? Do you know how long I have been designing? This is the first product I designed, and you actually sold it to me for one yuan? How did you do it? Can you figure it out?"

"I sold it for one yuan, but it doesn't mean that the glasses are only worth one yuan. Besides, I will transfer the money to you later, and it can't be one yuan." The woman said with a smile, "There is a profit in the bag. "

"You...the concept is different." Mu Miaosi said to her very seriously, "In the eyes of customers, my glasses are worth only one dollar."

(End of this chapter)