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Mo Yuanyuan picked up the necklace and quickly stuffed it into the space. Only then did she feel at ease and heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the necklace was in her hands, she would throw away everything else in the room. She didn't feel any heartache at all. However, Mo Yuanyuan didn't want to interrupt Ming Yu's fun as she was tidying up the place with so much effort. In any case, she could still relax in her space.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

The door was knocked. The two of them were shocked. They had never told anyone about their return. They had just entered the dormitory, yet they hadn't met anyone. Who would knock on the door during class time?

Ming Yu was a little nervous. After Mo Yuanyuan used her eyes to comfort her, she walked vigilantly to the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Yuanyuan!" Knowing that you're back, let's talk! "

Zhao Wenbin!

Hearing that extremely familiar yet extremely unfamiliar voice, Mo Yuanyuan had always thought that she had put it aside and forgotten about her initial love affair. However, at this moment, the extreme anger and deep vengeance that churned in her heart all made it clear that she had never put it down. She had never done so before!

Mo Yuanyuan had grown up in the arms of her parents, and was pampered like a precious pearl. Even if her parents died in a car accident and Ming Yu was around, the two of them relied on each other for survival. Ming Yu was even more used to it than Mommy and Daddy Mo, and she was pampered like a child.

It could be said that Mo Yuanyuan had been successful for the rest of her life and had fallen head first onto Zhao Wenbin, the scumbag. Even if Ming Yu wanted to settle the score with Zhao Wenbin, she was stopped by her. In the end, Ming Yu just threw the crystal necklace at Zhao Wenbin's face.

But now, she thought about the three thousand square meters of mini space, then she thought about the vine around Ming Yu's wrist, and she thought about the apocalypse that would come in thirty days. Humph! Zhao Wenbin, in my previous life, you owed me. Mo Yuanyuan sneered as she opened the door.

Outside the door, a cultured young man with glasses with golden threads raised his hand and knocked on the door. Suddenly, the door opened and if he didn't react fast, he would have knocked on Mo Yuanyuan's forehead.

This man was none other than the first love who deceived Mo Yuanyuan — Zhao Wenbin!

Zhao Wenbin put down his arm as if nothing had happened and adjusted the corner of his shirt. Then, he put on a gentle face and asked about Mo Yuanyuan's condition with concern.

"Yuanyuan, I heard from the US dollar that you're back, so I came to take a look. Are you still healthy?"

Mo Yuanyuan's slender fingers touched her chin as she recalled the proud Miss Qian just now, suspecting that her mother had thrown the child away when she gave birth and raised the placenta. Everyone who had a brain knew what to say and what not to mention in front of the one she loved. Shouldn't she keep her own affairs to herself and not talk about it?

According to his experience 10 years after the apocalypse, a man like Zhao Wenbin could be described with one sentence. A whore should have a memorial archway, always using an open and honorable signboard to hide his belly full of evil schemes. As far as she knew, Zhao Wenbin had bet at least 300 thousand on her this time!

Now, as Mo Yuanyuan looked at this fake Zhao Wenbin, she suddenly felt an itch in her palm. She obeyed her real desire and gave the man in front of her a tight slap!

"Pah!"

The clear and loud slapping sound echoed throughout the empty corridor, lingering in the air for a long time.

Hiss ~ ~! Mo Yuanyuan took a deep breath and gripped her numb hands. The strength she used seemed to be a little strong, but the effect was still quite good.

At the moment, Zhao Wenbin was in a sorry state. The expensive gold-rimmed glasses were sent flying by Mo Yuanyuan with a slap. With Zhao Wenbin's temper, it was probably the same as throwing garbage cans. There was a red handprint on his heroic right cheek, and his tamed hair was a bit messy. He shouted at Mo Yuanyuan with extreme anger, "You slut, why are you going crazy!"

"Who is this bitch scolding?!" Mo Yuanyuan crossed her arms in front of her chest and walked away without any shortness of breath.

"Bitch is scolding you!"

Zhao Wenbin didn't know what to say until he realized that something was wrong. He was so angry that he raised his hand to hit back without thinking.

Since the day she was reborn, she had been holding Ming Yu's hand every day as she ran and worked out. Although her body was no longer as nimble and powerful as it was after the apocalypse, it was still not as sickly as it was before, breathing heavily every step of the way.

Zhao Wenbin held back his anger after failing to hit Mo Yuanyuan. His eyes were bloodshot and he wanted to rush forward to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, his figure flashed. He covered his head and squatted on the ground, moaning in pain. In front of him, Ming Yu held a chair leg that she had just taken off. She stood in front of Mo Yuanyuan, blocking her with anger.

Ming Yu and Mo Yuanyuan had been together for more than ten years. They only needed a glance to know what each other was thinking, and when Mo Yuanyuan opened the door, she felt that things were getting worse.

Clothes rack?

Ming Yu grabbed a handful and waved it. It was too light!

A cup?

Ming Yu picked up the small porcelain cup and weighed it in her hand. She shook her head and put it down.

Clothing pole?

It was not heavy enough, and it was too long.

Hearing the crisp sound of face-smacking outside the door, Ming Yu wanted to cry, but no tears came out. What should she do?

At this time, the vine obediently wrapped around her wrist seemed to have heard her master's thoughts. It swam down from her palm to the ground, quickly wrapping itself around the legs of the chair made of aluminum alloy in front of the desk. The vine's emerald green body twirled around and around the chair, and after a few seconds, with a crashing sound, the chair miserably fell to the ground.

Ming Yu swallowed her saliva and held the newly crafted cold and hard weapon that she was holding in her hand. She looked at the vine that had wrapped itself around her wrist again and decided that she would do better to this little ancestor in the future!

Ming Yu, who was brandishing her weapon, was full of fighting strength. Seeing that Zhao Wenbin was going to hit him as soon as he had recovered, and the more she fought, the more pitiful Zhao Wenbin became.

Mo Yuanyuan frowned as she heard his screams getting louder and louder. She walked to Ming Yu's side and touched the small vine on her wrist. "Little Teng, pull him into the room!"

The small vine quickly wrapped itself around Mo Yuanyuan's hand. When Mo Yuanyuan pulled Zhao Wenbin's collar towards the bedroom, it secretly pulled his arm. On the surface, it was Mo Yuanyuan who easily pulled Zhao Wenbin in.

The small vine nimbly used its body to tie Zhao Wenbin's hands behind its back, and only returned to Ming Yu's side after Mo Yuanyuan neatly found a foot-cleaning cloth to cover his mouth, then tore a skirt to tie up Zhao Wenbin, who was constantly struggling and unable to move.

Throughout the whole process, Zhao Wenbin, who was desperately struggling, did not notice the presence of the vine.

Mo Yuanyuan opened all the windows in her bedroom. The hot air rushed in with a whooshing sound. Soon, the three of them covered their heads with a thin layer of sweat. Then under Zhao Wenbin's panic-stricken gaze, she snatched the table leg from Ming Yu's hands, smiled sweetly at Zhao Wenbin who was shivering, and waved her arms valiantly.