There is something wrong with my Omega ex-wife [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 32

    The playground loudspeaker resounding across the sky was finally pressed the pause button at noon.

    Under the blue sky, the red bricks and white tiles, the quiet wind blows through the blooming forsythia flowers, and the fragrance of the garden is full.

    The campus at noon has restored the peace and joy of the past.

    Except for the west corner of the school where damaged teaching desks and chairs are stacked.

    "Yu Mo, have you landed?" Feng Ruoyu whispered to Yu Mo on the other side of the wall while looking at the wind.

    "It's down, the next one!" Yu Mo slapped the dirt on his body and urged.

    "Shuyu, you go." Seeing the momentum, Li Qingqing agitated Shen Shuyu for the second time.

    Shen Shuyu also understood Li Qingqing's meaning, nodded, raised his foot, and climbed onto the teaching desks and chairs piled on the wall.

    Wei Lai and several people originally thought they would step forward to help her, but they just rolled up their sleeves and looked up.

    After a few strokes, Shen Shuyu stepped on the chair at the highest point and leaped gently to the top of the wall.

    It's dexterous like a cat.

    Wei Lai's jaw dropped in shock: "Academic Committee??"

    "No." Shen Shuyu panted lightly, and answered truthfully.

    She felt like holding a small elastic ball in her heart, banging in her heart, hitting her heart one by one.

    This is the first time in Shen Shuyu's life that he skipped class, and he was able to come up all because of his loneliness and courage.

    There is also the silence waiting for myself over there.

    Shen Shuyu was protecting her skirt and carefully moved to the side towards Yu Mo.

    In Yu Mo's sight, a pair of well-proportioned, snow-white legs hung down the red wall in front of him.

    White shirt, brown and yellow checkered skirt.

    Shen Shuyu moved his body cautiously, his arms propped up against the red wall, and his slender forearms were decorated with a golden bracelet, which was very beautiful.

    The wind on the wall blew gently, and a few strands of broken hair brushed across Shen Shuyu's face, breaking her coldness, adding a bit of youthful salaciousness.

    The sun melted, and Shen Shuyu's clear and agile pupils inadvertently brushed Yu Mo's eyes.

    Yu Mo rolled his throat.

    "Can you follow me?"

    Shen Shuyu's voice fell softly into Yu Mo's ears.

    She looked at Yu Mo expectantly, wanting to be affirmed.

    But Yu Mo stood erect under the plane tree, copying the pants pockets of his sportswear, motionless.

    She didn't want to have such close contact with Shen Shuyu.

    Want to refuse.

    Shen Shuyu lightly licked her dry lips, she didn't want her to reject herself.

    She tried to show her weakness: "Yu Mo, I am afraid."

    Shen Shuyu's voice trembled at the last syllable.