Chapter 46： The explosion of identity

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Luo Mio, who had promised to spoil her 'daughter-in-law', was not wearing the clothes she used to wear on Monday.

Put on the trendy brand he often wears at home.

Nor did he walk to school.

Instead, drive the supercar.

When the white supercar appeared at the school gate, even those who didn't study the car couldn't help but stop.

When they saw the person sitting in the driver's seat, their eyes widened in surprise.

Isn't that the famous poor man at school some time ago, Luo Mio?

Now this is?

Are they dazzled, or is it a dream, and they haven't actually woken up?

But then came the black supercar parked next to the white supercar. The two cars were identical except for the color, which shocked a group of people to understand that this was not a dream.

Nor are they dazzling.

This is real.

how is this possible?

What about poor students from poor families?

What about the so-called little **** who seduced Prince Jin?

Who is this bulingbuling princely person?

They don't know.

Luo Miao blinked at their dumbfoundedness, and asked the people around her, "What's wrong with them? Why do they look like they were hit so hard?"

Did something happen today that he didn't know about?

Zong Yujin didn't say a word, but made a gesture to drive in.

Luo Mio nodded.

Two supercars of different colors slowly disappeared at the school gate.

After a while, the quiet space exploded.

"Mom, who is that?"

"If I remember correctly, Prince Jin's car is limited to five in the world, and Luo Mio drives exactly the same as Prince Jin."

"so..."

"So he hugged Prince Jin's thigh and became a prince?"

'Snapped'

"Ouch."

The person who summed up was photographed, and by the way, he received a group of eyes that hated iron and steel.

"Why are you so stupid, obviously you are a rich master."

"That's right, when he gave Prince Jin a check in the cafeteria, I thought it was a gimmick, but looking at it now, it's real."

"Speaking of which, I don't know who this Luo Miao belongs to."

"Hey, you said, this Luo, could it be, um, that Luo."

"Isn't it?"

A group of people was horrified.

Obviously, he understood the meaning of that umm in seconds.

You look at me, I look at you, all of them look in disbelief, and drift into the school in a dizzy state.

Wen Ran, who didn't miss this scene not far from the crowd, tightened his hand holding the strap of his schoolbag.

I thought they were the same, but...

They are not people of a world at all.

No wonder he used the same method, but couldn't attract the man's attention.

This is really a convincing defeat.

Laughing at himself, he took a step towards the school.

Wen Ran, who was immersed in his own world, didn't notice it, and a blue supercar was parked opposite him.

The people inside were looking at him.

Surprisingly, Lan Ziyi opened the car door and followed.

Qin Ye Yang, who was driving slowly, was stunned when he saw these two scenes.

He said, why does Luo Mio feel familiar? It turns out...

And Yi.

Love is a wonderful thing.

In just one morning, Luo Mio was driving a limited-edition sports car, and everyone knew about the high-profile appearance at the school.

By the way, there are various speculations about his identity.

Even the announcement of the two of them together has not overwhelmed the popularity of Luo Mio's life experience mystery.

Zong Yujin was a little depressed.

The plan to swear sovereignty went bankrupt.

"Don't be angry, I belong to you anyway, even if no one knows, no one else can take it away."

Luo Miao took Zong Yujin's hand and coaxed coquettishly while shaking it.

As a boyfriend, the first thing is to be able to coax your daughter-in-law.

He persisted in this place until he was eaten and wiped clean, and Luo Mio didn't react. A small attack is a small attack.

And Zong Yujin, who was coaxed by one sentence, took Luo Mio's hand and intertwined his fingers.

The bright sun shines on them, which is extraordinarily warm.