Su Cen spent her and Shen Mohan's first Lunar New Year lively at Shen's house.
After the New Year, Shen Mohan took Su Cen back to his home in England.
The weather in London is always gloomy, just like Su Cen's mood.
Shen Mohan had to work every day, leaving Su Cen alone at home.
Although Su Cen was not in a very good mood, it was still fulfilling because she could prepare lessons, write lesson plans, and chat with Lin Keer and others on MSN. In short, the time she spent studying was much more than the time she slept.
There are many Hong Kong newspapers here. Su Cen walked on the street alone and bought a few Hong Kong newspapers at random. The magazines were sitting in a small cafe on the street.
The headlines of several Hong Kong newspapers were the news that Tang Tang went to France to participate in a film festival. Su Cen laughed out loud. It turned out that this was the reason why Shen Mohan went to France for a business trip.
Su Cen carefully looked at the high-spirited Tang Tang in the newspaper, but felt nothing!
A magnetic voice sounded in Su Cen's ears: "Miss, can I sit down?"
Su Cen was a little surprised that he could actually hear the local dialect here. It was not Mandarin, but his hometown dialect. The soft Wu dialect made Su Cen feel more friendly.
The man who spoke was probably about the same age as me, and he was extremely handsome. His face was as clear as a carving, and his angular face was extremely handsome. Under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows were a pair of slender peach tree eyes, full of amorous feelings, which made people stunned.
Be careful and you will fall in. The tall nose and moderately thick red lips are showing a dazzling smile at this time.
Su Cen felt his eyes light up, like a spring breeze. He smiled sweetly: "Sir, how do you know that I am Chinese, and how do you know that I can understand your native dialect?"
The man smiled heartily and sat next to Su Cen naturally: "Beautiful lady, I didn't expect that I was right in my bet. My name is Mo Lingfeng..."
Su Cen nodded: "Hello, my name is Su Cen."
Mo Lingfeng smiled and said, "Miss Su, aren't you curious why I speak my hometown dialect to you?"
Su Cen smiled: "Just call me Su Cen. I'm curious, but I think you should take the initiative to give me the answer."
Mo Lingfeng looked at Su Cen: "You have the porcelain white skin unique to southern girls. I have never seen any girl with skin better than yours! You are the most beautiful Jiangnan woman I have ever seen. You are satisfied."
All the descriptions of beautiful women from Jiangnan in the book!"
Su Cen's face turned slightly red under her unscrupulous gaze!
Mo Lingfeng looked at the newspaper in her hand, curled her lips and said, "These stars are not as beautiful as you."
Su Cen laughed and said, "Thank you! I am the most self-centered person, so I take you to tell the truth."
"What I told is the truth, Su Cen, I, Mo Lingfeng, never bother to panic."
Su Cen looked at his hands. This man had a pair of neatly trimmed and slender fingers. They were very clean and neat. This man was not an ordinary international student...
"Su Cen, you rarely see Chinese people on this street. Why have I never seen you?"
Su Cen smiled and made no sound.
Mo Lingfeng looked at the wedding ring on her hand, and he darkened his expression. He didn't expect that the beautiful woman in front of him was actually married... She was calm and calm and would never have an ambiguous identity.
Su Cen generously let Mo Lingfeng look at her, and she also looked at Mo Lingfeng.
Although Mo Lingfeng wears a simple white shirt and black casual pants, the material is of high quality, the cut is well-fitting, and the price is expensive. Moreover, his tortoiseshell cufflinks are marked with an 'm' logo.
"Su Cen, may I ask, your ring?"
Su Cen smiled generously: "Wedding ring, I'm already married." Pointing to Tang Tang in the newspaper, he said: "This girl was once my student, but she has always been my husband's favorite concubine!"