"Classmate Abbas? He has been taken away by his family." The school doctor raised his head and said to Hewen.

Hewen thoughtfully:

"Family? Is it his family you contacted?"

The young female school nurse smiled and waved her hand:

"Professor Hewen, don't be so polite, just call me by my name."

Hewen glanced at the nameplate on the seductive curve:

"Doctor Florrie?"

Miss Flory covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Professor Hewen is really serious. I wasn't the one who contacted that child's family. It was probably the girl who sent him here."

The school nurse sighed helplessly and started nagging:

"I don't know what happened to the young man today. He was hit hard in the abdomen, and the injured area was very tricky. Fortunately, no serious injuries were caused.

"But that boy looks so tall and his will is too fragile. In our time, even such a minor injury shouldn't have shaken his expression."

Women have smooth and white skin.

Hewen said:

"Dr. Flory doesn't look much older than those kids."

Miss Flory narrowed her eyes happily:

"Thank you, thank you. They just take good care of themselves. I'm old enough to be their mother."

Hewen was slightly surprised when he heard this, because even in his eyes, Flory was a beautiful lady in her 20s. He could only be surprised at women's excellent maintenance ability when conditions permit.

But now that the school nurse Flory said this, things got weird.

Because it was impossible for Kelly to contact Abbas's family, and Iona, who found someone to drag him here, would not waste any effort. So who took Abbas away?

But this is not an imminent problem. As long as he shows up at school next time, Hewen will naturally come to him.

If he can show up.

Hevin said goodbye to Dr. Flory and walked out of the medical building.

There is a woman in black on the grassy slope in the distance looking over here.

Veronica.

Surveillance?

Hewen always felt that the expression behind the other person's veil was not hostility, but why did she keep wandering around him like a ghost.

Veronica is observing Hvendrenger's every move.

What kind of man is he?

Since reading his works, Veronica feels that her horizons have been broadened and her way of understanding the world has changed. She has always wanted to understand what kind of inner world this person has in order to write such crazy and...

A language that coexists with reason.

The sentences that make up the entire book are orderly and full of rationality, but Veronica is able to detect a terrifying and blasphemous connection in a few unrelated words that can destroy the sanity of mortals.

And just on the first day of meeting, Hwendelenger's performance completely met her expectations, and even exceeded her expectations by a lot.

"Gods are real." She would find it ridiculous to hear such words from anyone, but if it was Mr. Hwendrenger's assertion, it was completely credible.

No, this is not blind worship, but a reasonable inference based on a sufficient understanding of Hwendelenge through the text.

It's just that there are still many young people who cannot perceive the truth hidden in Hewendelenge's words, and will only blindly follow the crowd and criticize his words.

Moreover, the media also said that they were against Mr. Hwendrenger. Don’t they have basic understanding? She was clearly expressing her admiration and respect for Mr. Hevendrenger.

It's almost like fanatics trying to put witches on trial, hanging those who disagree with them on torches and burning them alive.

She needed to warn Mr. Hewendrenger, and talk to her father and mother about the matter, so that they could help Hewendrenger solve part of the problem.

With this thought in mind, Veronica walked towards Hvendrenger's position with her long and slender legs tightly fitted in black stockings.

Hevin noticed Veronica's movements and took the initiative to slow down.

Veronica was delighted to find that Hevin had slowed down her movement speed.

Driven by joy, she broke her ladylike gait and started jogging in black high-heeled boots. Her black skirt fluttered in the wind, like dozens of gorgeous black will-o'-the-wisps surrounding the beauty.

The jaws of everyone around were astonished. Veronica turned out to be like an ordinary girl, running briskly as if she was rushing towards her sweetheart.

But when they saw the direction of her movement, they understood the truth.

The reason why they have the illusion that Veronica is very happy is because no matter what she does, she exudes a charm that can distort reality, and she is actually rushing towards the person she hates the most.

Veronica began to slow down as she approached Hevin, and finally walked slowly and gracefully in front of Hevin.

"What's the matter?" Hewen asked.

Veronica showed a flawless smile, which made Hevin feel a little wary.

The woman said:

"Your book is very good."

Hewen nodded, wondering what she was doing:

“It’s really good.”

Veronica did not hear the irony in Hewen's answer, because she felt that what Hewendrenger said was very correct.

Excellent people don't need useless humility.

Of course, if Hevin is humble, Veronica will think that humility is the most beautiful virtue.

Hevin looked into the woman's eyes through the veil.

According to Kelly's statement and everyone's opinions, there is no doubt that Veronica is targeting her, and is probably the mastermind behind sending Abbas to follow Hala.

But Hewen could only see some non-threatening emotions in her eyes.

Is everything just a misunderstanding, or has her disguise been integrated into her instincts, so good that she was confused for a moment?

Veronica knew she had to warn Hvendrenger about the evil intentions of the fanatics.

Veronica said in a calm voice:

"They will do something to you."

Hevin continued to stare at Veronica, what do you mean? Threat?

At this moment, Veronica finally noticed that she was looking at Mr. Hevendrenger. Why was he looking at her like this? What was he thinking? Could it be...

Veronica immediately turned around and stomped the ground with her high-heeled boots at a loss.

At this moment her face was as red as an apple.

Is Mr. Hewendrenger interested in her when he keeps looking at her like this? But she is still too young, and she doesn’t understand Hewen. Are people today so open-minded?

However, there was no possibility that she and Mr. Hewen could get together, both in terms of family and ideology. Her family would not allow her to marry a commoner, and Mr. Hewen also looked down upon a shallow-minded woman like herself.

But she still couldn't help but imagine the married life of both parties.

She bought a piece of art from a charity art exhibition. When she returned home, she saw her husband reading ancient books in the library at home. She brought him afternoon tea. The sun shone on the two of them. She looked at the serious man's profile.

, witness with your own eyes the pen tip writing crazy sentences that subvert ordinary people's understanding.

We can no longer think like this. A reserved girl cannot have so many fantasies about a man who has not yet fully understood his character and heart.

Maybe she could find an opportunity to have a good chat with Mr. Hwendrenger. Maybe they would accidentally hit it off, and maybe they could turn from an admirer into a good friend.

As for what happens next, we’ll talk about it later.

Now, she wants to remain calm and reserved as she bids farewell.

"We will meet again." The woman's voice was like sticky poisonous sorbet, with coldness and deadly threats hidden beneath the temptation.
Chapter completed!