Shen Qianzi sat in front of the computer and pondered for a long time, but finally deleted it and typed down the word Gu Mo.

Most of the evaluations given to her by this society are negative, and she still has nothing to do to find unpleasantness.

Seeing the amount of reading on Gu Mo's topic, she suspected that she was hallucinating.

His popularity is almost surpassing that of stars.

Gu Mo once researched an anti-cancer patent, which saved the life of a Chinese girl for two decades, and his appearance as if he had been kissed by an angel instantly became popular on Weibo.

After that, no matter what Gu Mo did, there were people who paid attention.

There's no way, who made this a good-looking society, and he is handsome and rich?

Of course, Gu Mo did not disappoint, in the past few years of medical practice, every time he has attracted attention, it is a big move.

Either the paper won the award or the patent award, or else it was the legendary story of the medical saint and the king of Hades.

Today, he is a benchmark in the medical industry.

There are also girls on Weibo who take a batch of pictures of Gu Mo secretly taken by passers-by as avatars, and it is my husband who opens and closes.

The people who chased after Gu Mo were all licking dogs, and then think about the group of mad dogs chasing behind his ass.

She smiled and turned off the computer.

Sorry to bother me.

……

On the weekend, Shen Qianzi appeared at the door of the art museum dressed in black, holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

She pressed the brim of her hat and lifted her foot inside.

There were a lot of people who came today, which exceeded Shen Qianzi's psychological expectations.

In the middle of the mourning hall hangs a photo of Qianzi.

Although the wrinkles on the face are staggering, it is difficult to hide the elegant temperament.

She lived to be 108 years old, and if it hadn't been for a fire, she might have broken the Guinness Book of Records.

So there was no body in the mourning hall, only an urn, surrounded by white camellias, her favorite camellia, and next to wreaths sent by her students.

She has no family, so this memorial service is presided over by her student Yan Weiran, and her pet beautiful man lies motionless next to the urn.

It's as if she's back in the studio and the little one is lying next to her.

The beautiful man didn't know what he sensed, so he changed his depression and stared at her with bright black eyes.

Shen Qianzi suddenly had an urge to stroke the little guy's hair, but she held back, and she bowed deeply.

The long and thick eyelashes drooped, she closed her eyes, there will be no Qianzi in the world in the future, only Shen Qianzi.

She sent flowers, and when she left, she heard a small whine, very aggrieved.

Shen Qianzi turned around ruthlessly.

After the memorial service, Shen Qianzi was about to leave, and at this time, a tall and noble figure appeared in her field of vision.

Gu Mo?

How did he come here?

Gu Mo was holding a bouquet of camellias, covered in dust, "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

"It's okay, it's good that you're here."

Shen Qianzi twisted her eyebrows, she couldn't understand what Gu Mo was doing when she came to her memorial service, did she have a relationship with him?

If anything, such a handsome guy, it is impossible for her not to be impressed.

But no, why did he come to her memorial service?

After the memorial service, there was a thank-you banquet, and Shen Qianzi didn't want to go, but Gu Mo and Yan Weiran left with the beautiful man in their arms.

The beautiful man was lying on Yan Weiran's sadness, and his dark eyes looked at Shen Qianzi, pitiful.

It was the beautiful man who wanted her to go, not that she wanted to follow Gu Mo.

Well, that's right.

After Shen Qianzi persuaded herself, she went to the hotel with everyone without any psychological pressure.