"Professor Song, in front of so many people, are you really kind to your students like this?" Han Muyou finally raised his hand in response to his hug, his tone a little teasing.

Feeling the pair of weak and boneless hands behind his back, he was stunned suddenly, his body subconsciously stiffened, and he chuckled out in an instant. "Mu Mu, naturally not as powerful as you. You slept with the professor, are you really not responsible? ”

Lo and behold, this is a typical example of opening a dye shop with a little color.

"Let go, in public, teach bad children." Han Muyou rebuked unceremoniously.

Song Yiyu, let go of her, stood beside her, took her hand, and walked towards the school. Song Yiyu lives in a villa at the back of the school, which is the welfare of the faculty and staff. He used to be a high-achieving student of A University, and the school was able to introduce such a powerful character, and this welfare treatment has never disappointed.

Teaching is just a profession in Song Yiyu, and if you rely on teaching to make a living as a professor, I am afraid that you will be a little strained. As the central figure of this profession, it is naturally impossible. He has his own team of graduate students and his own connections.

He studied early, graduated from college at the age of 20, and directly studied for a master's degree and a doctorate after graduation, so he can be regarded as the youngest promising professor in this school. The graduate students looked at him, bowed to him, and offered him as a god. As Song Yiyu's assistant teacher, Han Muyou's treatment is enviable.

To be honest, if it weren't for Song Yiyu to speak, Han Muyou's qualifications would not be a teaching assistant, and even a student would not be. It was he who went to talk to the dean, talked about Han Muyou's family environment, and knew that she was moved by reason and affection, so that she finally became his teaching assistant.

After they left, Lu Tuinong walked out of the alley. She naturally saw the scene just now, and she couldn't believe it when she was shocked. She thought that Han Muyou was lying when she said that she didn't like Song Zhi, after all, she was so profound and reluctant to let go, but in a blink of an eye, she was actually with the youngest professor in this school, how could she accept it.

Naturally, she told Luo Wen about it. Luo Wen was so angry that she threw her phone on the ground on the spot. She hated to think that she hadn't gotten someone to give it to someone else. How can a person like Han Muyou be worthy of the noble Professor Song. She would never allow that to happen.

If you can't get it, you can only destroy it. Since then, she has been following Han Muyou like a ghost.

However, Song Yiyu was very restrained with Han Muyou, even if he was about to go crazy, he could suppress it without a trace. This is the difference between maturity and naivety, maybe you can do whatever you want when you are young, but after that age you learn to restrain yourself.

Of course, the biggest reason is because of love. If you like it, you will be presumptuous, and if you love it, you will be restrained. Therefore, after a month, the photos she got in her hands were just two people holding hands, hugging, and even kissing her.

I have to say that Luo Wen may be thinking too much, even if Song Yiyu kisses Han Muyou, it is impossible for her to photograph it. After all, Han Muyou, this girl, is a typical colored heart and no lust, let alone kissing, even if she is a little intimate on weekdays, she can blush all morning.

After four months, it is the end of the period. Han Muyou began to prepare for the final exam, so naturally he didn't have more time to work part-time. The tutor also pushed, and in addition, the children also need the final term, and the focus is on the final exam.

It's a part-time job in the dance studio, and she still insists on it. One is that you need living expenses, and you can also relax. Therefore, the time spent with Song Yiyu on weekdays is getting less and less.

In desperation, Song Yiyu could only accompany her to prepare for the final exam. Every day in the corner of the library, the professor personally supervises the students' learning. It just so happened that he also had some articles to publish, and it was essential to find a library of materials and materials.

The other subjects are okay, and the passing is not a big problem, but advanced mathematics is the only thing that will kill Han Muyou. She now desperately wants to die and go back to high school to rebuild, and she especially envies Ai Yan's mind, this kind of rubbish math is definitely not her opponent. Thinking like this, she really dislikes her IQ.

In fact, many times, bad math has little to do with IQ, it's just that the subjects you are good at are different.

Looking at the calculus problem in his hand, Han Muyou wanted to look up to the sky and howl. Which stupid X invented calculus math in the end, let him come out, and promise not to kill him.

She seemed to have forgotten that the man was dead.

After the exam, I am faced with leaving school. She naturally doesn't care, she lives in the school anyway, so what's the difference between leaving school and not leaving. But Song Yiyu didn't leave, which made her strange.

"Isn't Professor Song going home either?" Han Muyou asked with a grin. She became more and more naughty and unscrupulous.

"Will you let me go back?" Song Yiyu raised his head from the laptop and looked at Han Muyou with an inexplicable expression.

"Huh?" Han Muyou didn't understand what he had to do with her when he went home.

"Mu Mu, your home is my home, where do you let me go back." Song Yiyu smiled helplessly. This girl didn't understand what he meant.

"Can't you?" Han Muyou was strange. "Isn't there anyone else in your family?"

At that time, Han Muyou found out that he had never seen his family, and no relatives had looked for him. He is like a lonely tree, growing beside her, and all she wants is shelter from the wind and rain under the tree.

"Mumu, don't you really remember who I am?" Song Yiyu looked at her seriously.

Han Muyou was a little ashamed, but she really didn't remember when she saw him, she shook her head gently, and subconsciously looked at him, afraid that he would be sad, afraid that he would be sad, afraid that he would feel unworthy. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. Mumu, I just remember. Song Yiyu smiled indifferently, not caring about these at all. Mumu, come here. Song Yiyu beckoned and patted the sofa next to him.

As soon as she jumped over and jumped on the couch, he put his arm around her shoulders and let her lean on his shoulder.

"Mu Mu, you have to listen carefully to what I am going to say next. It may upset you, but I promise I have no intentions for you. Except, of course, for making you fall in love with me. It was rare for Song Yiyu to be so serious, and Han Muyou was naturally a little worried.

But he first let her down her guard and gave her a preventive shot, but she couldn't listen to it, so she could only nod silently.

"Mu Mu, I actually have something to do with the Song family." Feeling Han Muyou's subconscious trembling, he hurriedly reassured: "Don't worry, it's not a relationship in the true sense." I am an adopted child of Uncle Song Zhi and an orphan. ”

"When his uncle was young, he was so profligate that he broke his body, and the medical technology at that time said that he was infertile. So, they adopted me as a twelve-year-old. But it just so happened that less than two months after adopting me, they had a child of their own. They were good to me before that child was born, and I was careful not to do anything wrong, afraid that they would not want me. ”