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1211. Chapter 1211 The Final Battle Fifty Seven

With such a shallow smile, coupled with a non-standard military salute, and a handsome Hummer, I was really drunk early in the morning.

In the dead of winter, the trees on both sides of the road were withered and only their branches were left. Mu Mu had been here several times and was very familiar with the route to the 15th building of Professor Zheng's house that she was looking for.

This courtyard has not changed much, the only difference is that the buildings here have become older than before.

Professor Zheng's house has a new set of security doors, and the door has the word "福" upside down. The sentiment is still posted during the Spring Festival.

Knocking on the door, a middle-aged woman's voice came from inside, "Here we come."

When the door opened, the middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment when she saw Mu Mu. Then she looked delighted and said, "Mu Mu?"

"Hello, Master." Mu Mu nodded slightly to Mrs. Zheng.

"Ahem." The old man's cough suddenly came from inside.

It's not like a real cough, but more like a suggestive dry cough.

Mu Mu stretched his neck to look inside the room and waved in, "Hello, Professor Zheng."

If she hadn't known that the man inside with black-rimmed glasses, black hair, and a tall posture was nearly sixty years old, she would have thought he was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

Professor Zheng reached out and stroked the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His face was expressionless and he said in a deep voice, "I just knew it was you."

Then he turned around and entered the room.

His move made Mrs. Zheng, who was much younger than him, laugh. Thinking of it, she hurriedly said to Mu Mu: "Please come in quickly."

Mu Mu took off her shoes and entered the house.

I took a look at Professor Zheng's living room and saw that the furniture had been replaced with new ones, but the layout was still the same as it had been many years ago, compact and warm.

"Drink water." Mrs. Zheng poured Mu Mu a glass of boiling water, and then smiled and shouted to Professor Zheng who had not come out after entering the room: "Old Zheng, isn't your favorite protégé's girlfriend here? It's useful.

Do you care about image that much?"

"Nothing big or small." Professor Zheng came out and scolded his beloved wife with a frown, but there was doting in his eyes.

Looking at Professor Zheng who had changed his clothes and combed his hair perfectly, Mu Mu thought to himself: The only person who knows Professor Zheng is his beloved wife.

Professor Zheng, who is a role model for others, cares most about his own image.

Ning Rui told him that the reason why Professor Zheng pays attention to maintenance and image is because his wife is fifteen years younger than him.

His wife was his student. In those days, teacher-student love was considered incest, but they still fell in love and stayed together.

When she heard Ning Rui tell the story of Professor Zheng and his wife for the first time, she hugged Ning Rui's arms tightly and said in dissatisfaction: Our childhood sweethearts are more beautiful and more satisfying than their passionate teacher-student love.

People envy.

She thought about stepping into this area again, she would definitely recall the past with Ning Rui and she couldn't control it.

The purpose of that person was to make her take this step, to force her to regain all the memories with Ning Rui, to force her to remember, to force her to feel guilty, and even to force her to submit.

Ning Rui, is this step I have taken what he wants?

"Yes, Professor Zheng, the student is offended." Mrs. Zheng smiled and blessed Professor Zheng, and then said: "I'm going to buy groceries while you chat. Mu Mu is here to eat at noon."

As he spoke, he moved to the kitchen.

Mu Mu hurriedly said: "I won't be eating here, so don't bother me, Master."

"Let's chat." Mrs. Zheng had already put on her down jacket and came to the door.

Professor Zheng looked back at his beloved wife who was about to go out and frowned, "Scarf, scarf."

"Oh." Mrs. Zheng turned back, took the scarf off the hook and put it around her neck.

Mu Mu took a breath and raised his head with tears streaming down his face, his expression was surprised.

Ning Rui never mentioned buying a house to her.


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