Qin Yi looked at Cheng Liuchao's back, put away his professional smile, and spat on the ground fiercely: "Phew, what the hell, he called me a brother a few days ago, and he turned his face as soon as the deal was over!

As long as Cheng Liuchao thought that the lover of his dreams that he had been thinking about for two years was now about to be spurned by thousands of people, he felt that he couldn't swallow this breath.

But for now, he was determined to put Ruan Ting's affairs aside for the time being, first restore Xiaoqu's student status, and then settle another account with Qin Yi.

The director of X University is leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the office.

I really hope that the education department or university in every country in the world will line up to invite the principal every week, so that he will never have to hold the principal's stinky feet again.

Cheng Liuchao knocked on the door and asked outside, "Hello director, do you have time now?"

The director of teaching just wanted to answer that he didn't have time, so he carefully identified the students who came, and the famous Cheng Liuchao, the successor of a famous private hospital in Beijing.

To be honest, I've always wanted to find a chance to get close to him, but because of his identity, I haven't found a chance, and now he's sent it to the door!

So I hurriedly invited him into the office, said hello and poured tea, almost forgetting my dignity and humility, forgetting who was the teacher and who was the student.

"You're welcome, Director, I just have something to sum up with you. ”

The dean pushed his glasses and was surprised: "You have something to do... What can we do together?"

Cheng Liuchao gently placed the folder in his hand on the table.

His gaze at the moment, aggressive and exuding a chilling air, did not look like the eyes of a student looking at the school leader at all, but he couldn't tell what it looked like.

The Dean picked up the folder with some trepidation.

Ten minutes later.

Cheng Liuchao was still calm and relaxed, holding a blue and white porcelain bowl and drinking tea.

For most visitors, the director will ask them to take paper cups to the water dispenser to fetch water, and only VIPs will provide blue and white porcelain tea bowls and fragrant tea.

The verdant blue pattern of blue and white is clear and elegant, quiet and feminine.

The peony hydrangea given by others to the director floated in the water one by one, and it didn't take long to spread the branches and leaves, and the fragrance was refreshing.

Cheng Liuchao held the tea bowl and seemed to blow the tea leaves aside casually.

The dean was pale and kept pulling facial tissues to wipe his sweat. While wiping, he paced around the room quickly, so that Cheng Liuchao's head was dizzy, and a box of tissues was almost exhausted.

In the end, the director went to check whether the doors and windows had been closed, and then said weakly: "Liuchao classmate, I do have some responsibility for this matter, but it doesn't depend entirely on me, I am, I have a hard ......."

Cheng Liuchao didn't speak, staring coldly at the head teacher's helplessness, thinking to himself, didn't he just accept 100,000 yuan surnamed Shen? Most of the hardships in the world are related to money!

Then again, the dean of the dignified Beijing X University, can he still lack the 100,000?

It's best to say that your family of ten people is squeezed into a leaky 20-square-meter hut, that is touching enough!

Cheng Liuchao spoke at this moment without showing any affection, and he didn't care about the other party's age to be his own father: "Director, we respect you as a teacher, but what you do is worthy of the respect of your classmates and the trust of the principal?"

Director Waterfall Sweat, I can't remember for a while, where is there a tissue box that has not been opened.

"What about Qu Nanxiu? Is it easy for people to work hard to get into a university? Do you have to give him an explanation?"

The director palely wanted to speak: "I ......."

If you give Qu Nanxiu an explanation, his career can be regarded as "explaining" here, and at the same time, he also explains the fate of his family. And he is the pillar of the family.

"Director, you think about it for two more days, this is my mobile phone number and Qu Nanxiu, you can contact either of us if you want, he is my good buddy, and his business is my business." I won't talk about this until you contact us. ”

The implication is that if we don't contact us, I'll make it all over the city.

The sweat on the director's head rushed to the lenses, and the flowers became a piece.

After so many years in the education industry, he has never been so scared as he is today, let alone so afraid of a junior.

Anyway, he is also an intellectual, and he really hasn't fought much in the matter of intrigue.

I thought that as soon as I gritted my teeth and said something against my will, Shen Shi's 100,000 benefit fee could easily be put into the load, but I didn't expect that I might have to spit it out now!

The director trembled with fear when he thought that the teachers and students of the school and even the entire education community were about to know that he was a scum who would not hesitate to destroy the future of a talented student for the sake of 100,000 yuan!

Qin Yi expected it well, the director's knees were weak, and he really almost knelt on the ground.

The piece of paper with two mobile phone numbers written on it seemed to have high-voltage electricity, and he didn't dare to touch it at all, and he was terrified even when he glanced at it.

At this time, the office phone on the desk rang, not loud, but it scared him out of his nerves.

Cheng Liuchao leisurely drank the cup of tea and stood up: "Director, you are busy, I'll leave first." By the way, your teacup is good, the tea is a petal of dark fragrance, and the blue and white wisps are washing the heart!"

The director sat down in the swivel chair in despair, and the sky in Beijing today was darker than the heavy haze.

Qu Ge hand cake shop.

"Xiao Qu'er, I'll get a finger cake when I'm done later, add more ham and eggs!"

"No problem, Lao Cheng, you wait a while. ”

Cheng Liuchao looked at the busy Qu Nan and thought: Brother, you won't be here for too long, you have to go back to where you should go.

He looked up at the increasingly prosperous business, and the meticulous work of Uncle Yan and sister-in-law, and suddenly felt that in this midwinter season, Xiaoqu'er's shop was much more "clean" and "warm" than outside!

Xiao Qu'er looked a little down, and even once wandered on the edge of the city, he had no money, no house, and even no status as an imperial capital.

But in the depths of his soul, he is more prosperous than anyone else, richer than anyone else, and purer than anyone else. It is not for nothing that the goddess fell in love with him despite all the opinions.

Sometimes, Cheng Liuchao admires Qu Nanxiu a lot, and even envies him a little.

Because no matter how bad the situation is, Xiaoquer has the ability to face life with a smile.

If you had changed yourself, would you have had such courage? If you didn't have the foundation laid by your grandfather and father, and without the respect you earned as a vice president, would you have been able to start from scratch and win these things with your own ability?

Of course, Qu Nanxiu is also flesh and blood, and his depression, despair and even tears will not be easily seen by others.

After being busy with the rush hour, Qu Nanxiu handed over the store to Uncle Yan and Sister-in-law Yan to take care of, and he was able to walk to the side of the road with Cheng Liuchao.

The two put their arms on the railing at the entrance of the community and watched the pedestrians hurrying home at night.

"Xiaoqu'er, I have something important to tell you. ”

Silent.

Qu Nanxiu said: "Say, do you have a girlfriend?"

"It's not. ”

"You've been accepted to a prestigious American school?"

"It's not. ”

"What else could it be?"

"Why do you always think about others first, and don't think about yourself?"

"No, if you have something to do with me, of course I have to guess from your point of view. ”

"Definitely. ”

Qu Nanxiu was impatient: "Lao Cheng, you are good at everything, but I really can't stand it if you talk too much, don't be crepe, if you have something to say, let it go quickly, I have to go in and get busy!"

Cheng Liuchao then told the detective company's discovery and the director's personal admission, and thought that Xiao Qu'er would faint with excitement, but he never expected that Qu Nanxiu would not say a word after listening to it, and what was even more amazing was that his expression did not have a trace of waves!

"Hey, why didn't you react?" Cheng Liuchao shook his hand in front of Qu Nanxiu, "Happy stupid?

Qu Nanxiu looked straight ahead without blinking.

Cheng Liuchao pushed him again: "Xiaoqu'er, you will be able to go back to school soon! Let that unprincipled director get out!"

Hearing this, Qu Nanxiu began to frown, and looked at the lights of the tall buildings in the distance for a while before he said faintly: "I heard that the teaching director has two sons, and the difference is almost twenty years. ”

"Two? Did he pay the fine? He won't escape, will he? It's so much, it can't be that after kicking the chaff, the old cow eats tender grass, right?" By lying about the authenticity of the photo and making Qu Nanxiu drop out of school, the glorious image of the teaching director in Cheng Liuchao's heart was completely ruined, "Eh, you're not sick, are you? Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

"I once accidentally heard from my aunt who has been cleaning the school for seven years. The eldest sons of the director's family are all adults, and they had uremia a few years ago, so his wife gave birth to another not long ago. ”

At this time, Cheng Liuchao didn't know how to answer, so he had to stomp his feet, rub his hands that were a little cold, and sigh into his palms.

"Dialysis once or twice a week is not a small cost for uremia, and social security can only take care of part of it. You see, the director didn't publicize this matter, and he didn't let the school organize everyone to donate money for himself, which is much better than the one who claimed to sell literature to save women not long ago. There are more insatiable people in this world, our director, he just took the 100,000 yuan of benefits that others sent under his nose, and it is not too much to think about his son's treatment funds, right?"

Cheng Liuchao was as if he was frozen by a golden hoop rod for a moment, and his hand, which had just passed his breath, was motionless in the air, speechless for a long time.

It's not because of the director's son's illness, but because Qu Nanxiu's perspective on the problem is so different. All he thinks about is others, where does he put himself?

Isn't the pressure and grievances he himself has endured not worth mentioning at all?