When it was Han Muyou's turn to cook, she looked at the dishes and asked for a steamed pork ribs, a green pepper shredded pork, and a shredded potato to pack. She herself is fish-flavored shredded pork and baby cabbage.

"Yo yo yo, who dares to trouble our Han Da beauty to bring food." Seeing this, Hu Yun couldn't help but tease.

"I can't stop you when I eat." Han Muyou glanced at her.

After the meal, Han Muyou and Hu Yun parted ways. The direction that Hu Yun sent Han Muyou to, wasn't that the academy office? This point which student is still doing in the college office.

Even teachers who have classes in the afternoon don't like to stay in the office, let alone students, who have long since slipped away. Han Muyou actually went to the college office area with a boxed lunch, and she seemed to have discovered something terrible.

Could it be that the person who fell in love with Han Muyou was a faculty member!

Here, Han Muyou quietly appeared behind Song Yiyu's office, quietly put the lunch box in his hand on the table, and covered Song Yiyu's eyes with his hand.

"Guess who I am?" Han Muyou asked mischievously.

"Don't make a fuss, Mumu." Song Yiyu gently pinched Han Muyou's fingers, held them in his palm, and looked at Han Muyou with a sideways face.

"You guessed it." Han Muyou grunted dissatisfiedly.

"The whole academy, who has the audacity to spread wild on my head. Mumu, only you have this treatment. Song Yiyu scratched the tip of her nose dotingly.

Han Muyou is getting used to Song Yiyu's small movements, and he does not reject his intimacy, when there is no one, Song Yiyu always likes to hold her in his arms and sit on his lap, as if this can make him feel safe.

At first, Han Muyou was not used to it, and she always felt that she should not pinch it, but Song Yiyu was always very strong in invading her safety range, and she was used to it as soon as she came and went. Moreover, Song Yiyu was quite peaceful, that is, he hugged it, rested his chin on Han Muyou's shoulder, crossed Han Muyou's beautiful chin, and checked the courseware of his afternoon class.

"Professor Song, I saw Song Zhi today." Han Muyou said calmly.

Song Yiyu's hand around her waist trembled. After being silent for a while, Song Yiyu asked in a dumb voice, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Han Muyou shook his head, and said in a calm voice, "Professor Song, do you think I'm a scumbag." After only three months, I forgot about it and gave up looking at it. ”

"Mumu, isn't three months long enough?" Song Yiyu was a little apprehensive. "Mu Mu, how long do you want me to wait." As she spoke, Song Yiyu rubbed her neck, and the two became more intimate.

"Song Yiyu, itchy ....." Han Muyou shrunk her neck, the strange and exciting feeling made her tremble slightly, she understood this feeling as an itch. blurted out his full name.

Song Yiyu bit Han Muyou the neck as if punishing.

"Shhh...... Song Yiyu, are you a dog? Han Muyou shouted loudly.

Such a lively and moving Han Muyou reminded Song Yiyu of her in the past, and she was dazzling at that banquet. At that time, he was nothing, inferior and forgotten, not remembered, like a weed slowly withering in a barren land until he died.

It was she who saved her, and it was she who brought the spring breeze when she was so dry and prayed for rain, and it was she who watered and fertilized, even if it was only her unintentional action.

Now, he is strong enough to stand here like a towering ancient tree, not for anything else but to shelter her from the wind and rain. This is what he has always wanted, and it is also his yearning.

The two of them were already arguing, and Han Muyou hurriedly asked him to eat the food, even if he was a workaholic, he couldn't treat his body badly. The dishes are undoubtedly Song Yiyu's favorite dishes, which makes him feel very good. His Mumu finally began to pay attention to his life and preferences.

Han Muyou also decided not to go back to the dormitory to get the books, so he went to the office and called Hu Yun and asked him to help bring the books for the afternoon class. There are not many classes in the afternoon, which is Song Yiyu's experimental class.

Hu Yun was a little surprised, which made her more and more interested, who could actually keep this little ancestor.

At that time, Han Muyou had already entered the office. Downstairs from the academy is the laboratory, which is a computer-based simulation course. As a teaching assistant, Han Muyou naturally had to open the door, turn on the computer, and open the slides first.

Seeing that there were still more than ten minutes before class, Han Muyou went upstairs to Song Yiyu's office. At that time, there were other teachers in the office. Han Muyou remembers that it was her statistics teacher, Chen Cheng.

She walked over politely and smiled and said hello.

Teacher Chen's gentle gaze glanced at Han Muyou, looked up at Song Yiyu, and joked at him, "Yo, little girl from the Han family." It seems that Xiao Han has caught up. ”

Song Yiyu walked over, took her hand and said to Teacher Chen a little angrily, "You scared her." ”

"I said Xiao Song, there are flowers that can be broken straight and must be broken, don't wait for no flowers and empty branches. Look, the little girl is only twenty years old, you are twenty-eight, if you don't work harder, you will be old. My daughter said that there was a generation gap at the age of three, and she always hated that I and she were not on the same channel. You're a generation behind others, don't you have to work hard? Teacher Chen's bitter mouth looks like educating a son who can't marry a daughter-in-law, and that looks like a shadow of an old father who is really a little gratifying.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your advice, please have tea another day." Song Yiyu was still tepid, and even a little cold.

Han Muyou covered his face in shame and automatically became invisible. But she was a little moved, everyone knew that Song Yiyu was waiting for a little girl, and she had been waiting for many years. Everyone knows that Song Yiyu likes her and even loves her; Everyone knows something, but she doesn't know anything.

must be so loving that even teachers know about her existence.

Han Muyou was pulled by Song Yiyu, looking at her with playful eyes, crossed her petite body, motioned to the desk behind her and said, "Assistant Teacher Han, the teacher's book." ”

Han Muyou's face flushed again. This man's bad taste is really ...... She turned around and packed up the textbook for his afternoon class, copied the PPT of the speech, then turned off the computer and prepared to go to class. But he didn't want to be pressed between Song Yiyu and him on the desk.

His eyes were burning, staring at the red marks on her neck, and he asked in a hurry: "Mu Mu, do you dislike me for being old?" ”

Han Muyou bent over, thanks to her previous dancing skills, otherwise her waist would not have been broken. She smiled wryly and said, "Don't dare." ”

"That's what you will, you just don't dare." Song Yiyu got a little closer, and his noble face was about to be pasted.

Han Muyou had no choice but to lower his waist again, and snorted with some fear: "Professor Song is personable, looks like Pan An, and is both talented and good-looking, who dares to say that you are old, it must be brainless." Surely someone as smart as me wouldn't think so. ”