Girls pay more attention to what they wear before going out, so few female students go to bed on time.

Mo Yizhen received a new learning news a few days ago, an outstanding graduate of their school, Yang Yuhao, who is now a typical psychological counselor, came to his alma mater today to give a class on behalf of all current students in psychology to this major.

This kind of great god's class generally has to be grabbed on the computer before it can be heard.

She quickly jumped out of bed, quickly ran to the desk, and turned on the computer.

But... She was shocked by the pile of information on the screen.

Mo Yizhen never imagined that she and Ye Wuchen had dinner together yesterday and would be photographed and stolen... I've been extra careful, so why is this happening?

He probably saw it too, what should I do...

The phone also rang at this moment.

Screen display: Ye Wuchen.

In that moment, shame, shame, helplessness, all rushed to my heart. He must be very resentful of himself, he is a person who hates trouble, but he has made him the center of discussion this time.

She doesn't care what others say about herself, but he, she is reluctant, he is such an excellent person, he should not be hurt in any way.

There was a cold sweat in her palms, but it was all something she poked out, so she should fill it in well, and she was looking forward to having more stories with Ye Wuchen.

Put through.

"Are you okay?" Ye Wuchen said in a concerned tone on the other end of the phone, maybe he already knew that Mo Yizhen had seen this.

"It's alright, what about you?" Mo Yizhen asked cautiously, for fear that he would not be able to say it well in the next second.

"It's okay, I can handle this matter, don't worry, you just need to cooperate with me." The tone is gentle, unhurried, and the tone is flat.

"Uh-huh, okay." After a few seconds, Mo Yizhen whispered again: "I'm sorry for the trouble." The voice was soft, like a child who had done something wrong.

There was silence on the other end of the conversation for a while, and then he said, "It's okay, it's not your fault, no need to apologize."

After chatting about these things, the call ended.

Mo Yizhen walked into the bathroom, splashed his face with cold water, sobered up for a while, and hurried to the student union, although Ye Wuchen said that he would deal with it, but he still wanted to go again to see if anyone over there could solve it.

Senior Yang's class has to be forgotten.