Yan Mingsu raised his eyebrows and smiled elegantly, "It's okay. Then... can you please lift your feet?"
"Why?" Her feet?(⊙o⊙)
What happened to her feet?
Wu Xiaoya lowered her head slowly...
"Ahhhhh..."
It’s so outrageous!
It is simply unforgivably outrageous!
How could she step on the shiny and fine leather shoes of this smiling handsome guy with her sturdy sneakers? (This sentence is complicated, don’t you think it’s going to make you write me down, haha...)
"Ah, I'm sorry, I hurt you when I stepped on you." Wu Xiaoya really wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in. It was so embarrassing. She took off her shoes and found that there was a piece of her own left for others on her shiny leather shoes.
The imprint of evil shoes.
Wu Xiaoya covered her face with a small bag.
Yan Mingsu smiled faintly, "It's okay, it's just a bit unexpected. I was standing here just now, and you bumped into me like this. Haha, and there are careless girls like you. Don't twist your face when walking in the future and bump into me.
Fortunately, if we hit a wall or a tree, it won't be too bad."
I'm going to die! Wu Xiaoya grinned. It was clear from her words that she hadn't moved the entire time and she had bumped into her.
"I'm sorry..." She really didn't know what to say except sorry.
"Well, this is my phone number." The man thrust a delicate business card into Wu Xiaoya's hand, and then looked at her student ID card, "Oh, you are from the political department, Wu Xiaoya? Okay, you can give me my phone number later.
Let me make a call."
(⊙o⊙) Call?! Is this beautiful man going on a date with me? omg! Is the sky really falling? My wife is so excited!
Wu Xiaoya blinked her eyes and looked at Yan Mingsu in disbelief. Just when she was about to ask him why he did this, she was slapped hard by Shoya's big fat palm behind her, "Wow, my eyes are not broken, are they?"
?Maltose! Our maltose, you are actually dating Principal Yan? Oh dear Gelongdongdi, has the value of your girl also increased?"
Director Yan? Is this person called Director Yan? What a strange name.
"Ah ah ah ah, my God, am I hallucinating? Is it our malt?" Hong Mei also squeezed past and looked at Yan Mingsu in a fuss.