On the wedding day, the fake daughter remarried the world’s richest man

Bai Wan noticed that he had stopped, looked back at him doubtfully, and asked softly: "Why don't you leave?"

The sun shone through the emerald green leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on her body.

Li Jing'an's eyebrows were gentle and she said softly: "There is still one last stop on campus today, let's go there now."

He held Bai Wan's hand and walked toward the lecture theater together.

Bai Wan was still a little confused until she and Li Jing'an sat in a large classroom.

The last time I sat in a classroom like this seemed like a long, long time ago.

As the preparation bell rang, more and more people entered the classroom, and many of them secretly looked at them.

This made Bai Wan a little uneasy.

She gently tugged on Li Jing'an's sleeve and whispered, "Is it really okay for us to sit here like this? Will it take up the seats of other students?"

Li Jing'an tidied the broken hair around her ears and said softly: "Don't worry, this is an open class on jewelry design. The classroom is big enough, and there won't be enough seats in it."

Bai Wan was suddenly startled and murmured blankly: "Jewelry design..."

When choosing a major in college, her first choice was jewelry design.

It was only by mistake that I was transferred to the fashion design major.

The regrets of many years ago were filled at this moment, and Bai Wan felt a little more moved.

She held Li Jing'an's hand while listening to the class carefully, as if she had never missed those moments.

University B is worthy of being University B. The teachers’ teaching level is very high. The more Bai Wan listens, the more interesting it becomes.

While listening to the lecture, I also drew a piece of work as required as a class assignment.

But when class was over, the female teacher was surrounded by many people. After looking at the design draft in her hand, Bai Wan suddenly woke up...

Forget it, I wasn't this teacher's student in the first place, so I really expected her to give me a grade.

She was about to put away the manuscript, but her wrist was held down by Li Jing'an beside her.

The man stood beside her with his back to the light, looking at her with firmness and tolerance: "Go, I'll wait for you outside."

The hesitation and uneasiness in Bai Wan's heart were instantly relieved.

She smiled calmly: "Okay, I'm very fast."

When Bai Wan was lining up to hand in her homework, many people around her were looking at her.

A female classmate saw Li Jing'an going out first, rolled her eyes, squeezed to Bai Wan's side and asked her: "I thought that male classmate was your boyfriend, why did he leave first?"

Bai Wan glanced at her, shook the ring on her hand, and said with a smile, "He is not my boyfriend, he is my husband. We are already married."

Female classmate: "...I'm sorry."

I made a mistake and wanted to inquire about the handsome guy's WeChat account, but it seems I have no chance.

Seeing the back of her female classmate turning away, Bai Wan lowered her eyes and hid the light in her eyes.

During the class just now, this female classmate was sitting in front of them on the left side. She turned around and peeked at Li Jing'an no less than ten times in one class!

It's all Li Jing'an's fault. He's so easy to attract bees and butterflies even though he's wearing a mask. OK, why are you so handsome?

Bai Wan was cursing and didn't notice that the queue in front of her had ended.

The female teacher sat in front of the podium, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and waved to her: "Classmate, it's your turn, show me your homework."

She moved casually and didn't seem to have much expectations for Bai Wan, a new face.

Bai Wan stepped forward, handed over the drawing in her hands, and said calmly: "Teacher, I just came to listen today. I hope to get your professional advice and guidance. Thank you."

She was so polite that the teacher didn't want to reach out to slap the smiling person, so he decided to encourage her even if he looked at it later.

After all, there are very few students who can attend jewelry design courses now. On the contrary, those college love courses are more popular.

But after Song Fangshu read Bai Wan's design draft, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The other students behind him exchanged glances with confusion on each other's faces.

"Why hasn't Teacher Song said anything? Is the painting too bad?"

"In the past, there were people who were very poor at painting, and she would say a few words of comfort. Now that she is silent like this, isn't it so bad that she doesn't even want to say anything?"