Chapter 865
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Lin Mumu looked up again, but Yun Ting had already disappeared, leaving behind only a vast expanse of white snow.
It was snowing again. The snow in Yan Jing City had always been very cheerful. It was like scattering goose feathers from the sky, falling piece by piece. In a short while, the trees, houses, and roads were all covered with a layer of soft, snow-white down quilts.
She was in a daze for a while, and with great difficulty resisted the tears that were about to fall down, she shook off the snow on her head and turned back to the house.
Qiao Hui had already prepared a bowl of ginger soup for Lin Mumu and asked her to drink it to warm her up.
Lin Mumu hugged the ginger soup, drank a big bowl, and lay down in the heated room to sleep.
The next day, there would be a new atmosphere.
Without Yun Ting, Lin Mumu also told herself that she had to live well.
Lin Mumu still took a pregnancy test early in the morning. Although it was a horizontal bar, Lin Mumu still comforted herself that maybe the baby was already in her belly, but the time was too short to be detected.
In the past few days, she and Yun Ting had done it almost every night at least twice, and it was always in a deep position, so how could she not get pregnant?
Lin Mumu also went to cram a lot of basic knowledge about pregnancy, such as follicular growth process, ovulation period, the best time to conceive, how long can pregnancy be monitored and so on.
She and Yun Ting even studied the most suitable positions for pregnancy.
Anyway, everything was ready, and she was just waiting for the baby to suddenly appear in her belly.
After the pregnancy test, Lin Mumu obediently listened to Qiao Hui's words, drank a bowl of hot soy milk, ate two steaming steamed buns, and a tea egg, and then carried a pile of food to school.
Qiao Hui usually had a lot of contact with the girls in Lin Mumu's dormitory at the flower shop, and treated them as her own children.
Lin Mumu got up early and ran all the way back to school. After that, she immersed herself in her studies. She was busy all day, so she didn't miss Yun Ting that much.
Even Yun Ting's text messages were ignored by Lin Mumu.
In the afternoon history class, Lin Mumu felt that many people around her were looking at her with strange eyes, so she helplessly raised her head.
There were some things that Lin Mumu didn't want to care about, but it didn't mean she didn't know.
However, it was a bit big, and she couldn't be lazy even if she wanted to.
Lin Mumu was really a straightforward person. She directly walked over to Lu Hao's table, knocked on it, and stared at the boy next to the table:
"Lu Hao, do we have a grudge? Will you die if you stop spreading rumors? "
"I didn't start a rumor. I saw it with my own eyes. On the night of December 24th, you and your so-called hero husband ate together at Wang Ma's Zhajiang Noodles at the entrance." Being challenged to his face, Lu Hao was a little anxious and was eager to argue.
Lin Mumu glanced at him in amusement.
Su Xinlan also came over to help. "So what if they're eating Zhajiang noodles? It's none of your business where they eat. If you're so nosy, why don't you become a dormitory manager? "
Rebuked by his goddess, Lu Hao became even more anxious.
"Can you blame me? She was the one who said that her husband was some kind of military officer. I thought that her husband was very capable, but it turns out that he can only eat zhajiang noodles. Isn't this a slap in the face? "
"So, you think that officers are all fat and corrupt? What kind of extravagant eating tens of thousands of yuan a meal? "
Lin Mumu confidently retorted back. In her heart, she was also a little glad that she wasn't greedy for good food and didn't eat that damn western meal that cost tens of thousands of yuan.
"I think it's not shameful to eat zhajiang noodles, it's more shameful to have sex."
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