After taking a break at noon for more than an hour, Ni Yan came to the examination room again.

Because Ni Yan studied science, the math test in the afternoon was half an hour longer than the Chinese test.

The next morning, I took physics and history exams, and the afternoon, chemistry and politics exams.

The exam will be finished after the biology exam on the morning of the third day.

After taking the exam for three days in a row, when he walked out of the examination room on the afternoon of the third day, Ni Yan felt much more relaxed.

At this moment, a male classmate trotted and caught up with Ni Yan's footsteps.

"Please wait, that classmate."

When Ni Yan looked back, he saw that the person who came was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a shy smile on his face.

"Are you calling me?" Ni Yan asked.

"Yes." The little boy nodded and began to introduce himself, "My classmate is Zhong Aiguo. He is a student of No. 2 Middle School. During the exam, we are in the same exam room. You are in the first group and I am in the second group."

After three days of the exam, Zhong Aiguo paid attention to Ni Yan for three days. Every time he encountered a difficult problem, he could see Ni Yan's side face as soon as he looked up.

Her side face is as elegant as a painting, and it is more beautiful than the scenery outside the window, and can make people feel at ease.

During the first day of the exam, Zhong Aiguo wanted to chat with Ni Yan, but he never had the courage. Today was the last day of the exam. He knew that if he didn't know Ni Yan again, he would never have a chance.

Ni Yan also refused to call him in kind, "My name is Ni Yan, from No. 3 Middle School."

Zhong Aiguo then asked, "Is it Ni next to the single person? Is it the smoke of fireworks?"

"Yes." Ni Yan nodded.

Zhong Aiguo's pace is consistent with Ni Yan, "Class Ni Yan, where do you live?"

Before Ni Yan could speak, Zhong Aiguo continued, "I live in the south of the city, and it is convenient to go anywhere, why don't I go home together?"

Outside the school gate, Mo Qishen was waiting for Ni Yan. After finally seeing Ni Yan's figure, his expression lit up. Then when he saw Zhong Aiguo following Ni Yan, his face turned darker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ni Yan raised her eyes and looked at Mo Qishen, then said, "No, my boyfriend is waiting for me there."

Boy friend?

Zhong Aiguo was stunned for a moment, "You, do you have a boyfriend?"

Ni Yan nodded, "Yeah." He pointed at Mo Qishen and said, "It's that."

Zhong Aiguo looked in the direction of Ni Yan's finger and saw a slight figure. He held a black umbrella in his hand and was wearing a neatly ironed suit. His face was like jade. The delicate phoenix eyes were slightly raised with a cold light. He was always in the hot summer and made people feel cold all over his body.

Zhong Aiguo was so scared that he withdrew his gaze and suddenly felt inferiority in his heart.

How could such an excellent man be comparable to him?

Before his first love began, he died in the cradle, which made Zhong Aiguo very unwilling to accept it, "He, is he really your boyfriend?"

"Of course, I'll go there first." As he said that, Ni Yan trotted away.

Zhong Aiguo watched Ni Yan run to Mo Qishen. The man thoughtfully covered all the umbrellas on her head, and reached out to lift the hair on her forehead behind her ears.

It turns out that they are really boyfriend and girlfriend.

Zhong Aiguo felt depressed, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The scene next to it fell on others was very loving.

In fact, Mo Qishen was taking advantage of the opportunity to lift his hair to question Ni Yan, "Yanyan, who was that person just now?"

In the sound, the smell of vinegar slowly.

The dimples at the corner of Ni Yan's mouth were shallow, "Oh my God, whose vinegar jar is overturned, so sour."

"Yanyan, do you dislike me for being old?" Mo Qishen continued.

He and Ni Yan are ten years apart...

Before he confirmed his relationship with Ni Yan, he was very worried about this issue.

"No," Seeing that Mo Qishen was serious, Ni Yan reached out to hold his hand, "Brother Mo, you are very good, you are very good, and you are handsome, so I won't dislike you."

"Really?" asked Moqian.

"Really." Ni Yan nodded.

Mo Qishen continued: "Who was that person just now?"

Ni Yan said: "It's just a candidate who was taking the exam with me. I don't even know what his name is." Ni Yan has a good memory, so she naturally won't forget Moqian so quickly. The reason why she said this was to make her Mr. Mo happy.

"You really don't know?" The black on Mo Qishen's face faded a little.

"Really, I swear." Ni Yan raised three fingers.

Mo Qishen continued, "Then what did you say to him just now? I see you are having a good time talking."

Ni Yan said: "I told him that my boyfriend is here. Didn't you see that I was pointing at you just now?"

After saying this, Mo Qishen was completely relieved, "What should we go to eat at noon?"

Ni Yan thought for a while and then said, "Go to Guose Tianxiang, I want to eat tiramisu."

"good."

This is Moqishen's third time entering the country.

Guose Tianxiang is a well-known restaurant in Beijing. Although it has not been open for a long time, it has caused a drastic impact on the catering industry in Beijing.

"Yanyan, the national beauty is your property, right?" Mo Qishen turned his eyes to look at Ni Yan.

Ni Yan was startled and asked, "Brother Mo, how did you know?"

Mo Qishen was very busy for a while, and Ni Yan wanted to be more low-key, so he didn't tell Mo Qishen about the love of the country. Unexpectedly, Mo Qishen guessed it.

My deep thin lips curled slightly, "I can see your style at a glance."

An old era just ended, and at this time, Chinese people are more pursuing Western culture.

Retro culture is called a decadent old idea. Few people will decorate hotels in a national retro style, let alone treat Hanfu as a unified costume for waiters.

"Brother Mo, you are so smart." Ni Yan praised without hesitation.

"That's right," Mo Qishen said arrogantly, imitating Ni Yan's usual appearance: "Or why would I be your Brother Mo?"

Time flies very quickly, and another week is coming.

After spending more than a month with Ni Yan, Mo Qishen is about to get busy again.

Before leaving, Mo Qishen took Ni Yan to Mr. Du’s place.

Just like last time, this time Mr. Du sat in the Buddhist temple and recited sutras again.

Hearing the familiar sound of Muyu, Ni Yan whispered: "Brother Mo, has your brother Du seen through the world?"

Mo Qishen nodded, "It's very possible. However, Brother Du still has many things to deal with now. I guess he will not become a monk in a while."

The two were walking into the Buddhist temple, and footsteps came from behind, "Smoke."

Ni Yan looked back slightly, "Sister Jiaojiao."

Mo Qishen nodded slightly, "Sister Du."

Du Jiaojiao looked at the two of them, "Yanyan, are you really with this person?"

"Yes Sister Jiaojiao."

Du Jiaojiao continued: "I thought he would never marry this person for life, which really disappointed me."

The past is profound and can be said to be not close to women.

Although Mr. Du was unintentional, he passed by the flowers and did not touch his body. However, he was completely unfamiliar with women, and he didn't even have a female assistant around him.

Du Jiaojiao once doubted whether there was a physical problem.

Otherwise, at his age, when he was in his prime, how could he not like women?

So when Du Jiaojiao heard Mo Qishen and Ni Yan were together, she thought it was Mr. Du who was joking.

Unexpectedly, it was real.

Mo Qishen's expression remained unchanged, "Sister Du, you are joking."

Du Jiaojiao smiled and said, "Our family Yanyan is so beautiful, you can't let her down."

"Sister Du, you are too worried."

Du Jiaojiao continued, "I will feel relieved if you say this."

While talking, Mr. Du walked out of the Buddhist temple with his Buddhist beads, "Weizhi is here."

"Brother Du."

Du Jiaojiao said: "The weather is good today, it's not hot, and there's wind. I happened to have a little sister here, otherwise let's go to the garden to sit?"

"Okay." Mr. Du nodded.

Ni Yan and Mo Qishen are guests, and the guests are at their disposal, so of course they have no objection.

Du Jiaojiao's good friend comes from Shanghai City, named Fu Xiaoshuang. She is twenty-one years old this year. She is very beautiful, small and exquisite, with thin willow-leaf eyebrows and light lipstick. She is a typical rich girl who speaks softly and can be as soft as Wu's bones.
To be continued...