The supernatural president is both milky and wolfish. He conquers his wife in his previous life

Zhuang Tongcheng was packing Yu Sheng's luggage for school in Shanghai. When he finished, he couldn't help but ask, "You really don't want me to take you to school?"

Yu Sheng paused as she was about to turn the page. She smiled and declined in a gentle manner, "Let's try to keep our distance. I don't want others to know my true identity, otherwise all my previous efforts will be wasted."

During this year at Guangyun High School, Zhuang Tongcheng clearly felt that the rest of his life had changed a lot.

Not only the attitude towards him, but also changed from hatred and badness at the beginning to gentleness and understanding now.

It's also not like before, when he was on edge and looked like a hedgehog covered with thorns, not accepting any friendliness and with a look of strong hostility in his eyes.

She is now completely calm.

Especially that day she suddenly came back from school and said something had grown on her face, and then she rested at home for a few days.

Became more calm.

He was very happy about the changes in Yu Sheng, and was also relieved that she was really realizing her plan step by step.

"So what are you going to do next?"

Yu Sheng understood the hidden meaning of Zhuang Tongcheng's words. She closed the book and replied directly, "I don't have any specific plans. Fudan University and Normal University are not far away. When I get there, I will slowly find a way to get close to him!"

"Whatever you do, don't let yourself get hurt."

"I know. When I'm not around, you should take care of yourself and keep an eye on that family. Don't act rashly."

Hearing such caring words, Zhuang Tongcheng felt very touched and his nose was sore. Five years have passed, and Yan Fang, our little girl, has grown up!

He choked up in his throat, smiled and nodded, saying, "I will! You too, make sure to take care of yourself."

Yu Sheng smiled and nodded, which was considered as his agreement.

I can see that Yu Sheng is about to leave me and go thousands of miles away.

Zhuang Tongcheng couldn't help but worry. He squatted down and slowly sorted the things in the suitcase. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Kid, can you tell me, if one day you really have the opportunity to infiltrate their family, what will you do specifically? I don't want to wait foolishly like this alone, but can't help at all."

Zhuang Tongcheng had asked the same question before. At that time, Yu Sheng felt that it was too early, and he hadn't thought it through yet, so he always avoided answering.

At this time, Zhuang Tongcheng asked again. Yu Sheng looked out the window, as if she was dreaming of a scene. She said slowly: "If I can do it, I want to do it on the day when Qin Shen gets married, when his family is enjoying the blessings of all their relatives and friends and immersed in joy. When they think they are the happiest and happiest, I will drag them back to hell one by one."

She said this through gritted teeth; the hatred she had accumulated over the years had not been diminished by time, but had instead become even deeper.

Zhuang Tongcheng seemed to have realized from Yu Sheng's words that the couple who killed Yan Fang and pretended to be friendly were being trampled under Yu Sheng's feet. They were struggling in pain, and were finally kicked into the abyss by Yu Sheng.

He felt the pleasure of revenge, but he was also worried.

"Have you arranged a way out for yourself?"

"Don't worry, I will lead you into a trap and make it look like an accident. No one will know it was me!"

"Okay! I believe you." Zhuang Tongcheng closed the suitcase heavily.

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Yu Sheng dragged his simple luggage and stood in front of the gate of Fudan University, looking for a long time.

The trees on both sides of the school road are lush, tall and straight, with their heads poking out from the gates and swaying in the wind.

There were various expressions on people's faces as they came and went at the school gate.

Joy, expectation, reluctance...

She wanted so much to stand among these people, with her parents standing beside her, carrying large and small bags.

Dad was still the same as before, handsome and narcissistic, with his hair full of hairspray, looking around curiously.

And her mother smiled with particular pride and happiness. She hugged her, held her hand, kissed her forehead, touched her hair, and told her to eat well.

But in the blink of an eye, she couldn't find a single familiar figure among the people in front of her.