Ye Ling squinted those good-looking eyes, and unhurriedly threw the humanoid object in his hand to the ground like garbage.

Ye Liangsheng gasped for breath, he seemed to have gone to the Hades Palace and walked around, and he almost couldn't come back! There was also a ring of bruises on his neck, which was terrifying.

Ye Ling smiled instead, holding his hands in his pocket angrily, and he couldn't tell at all that he was the one who wanted to die as soon as he made a move!

"By the way, I told you for the last time, my mother has a good temper, but it doesn't mean that I have a good temper, if there is a next time, you might as well guess you...... Where will it be? ”

"If I see any of you at the door, then ask for more blessings......" She twisted her delicate eyebrows, smiled sheepishly, and walked straight out of the box, leaving the frightened souls of the crowd unpossessed.

Coming into this world, her temper has been much better, at least, these people should be glad that they are still alive.

On the way home, Ou Qin turned her head and asked, "Xiao Ling, how do you know so much legal knowledge, if it weren't for you today...... Mom ......."

"It's in the book." Ye Ling smiled and spoke.

"Xiao Ling is so smart, Mom will go back today to make you sweet and sour short ribs." Ou Qin touched her head.

"Okay." The girl grinned.

Back in the bedroom, Ye Ling took out his mobile phone and said that he wanted to add Qinglan's private message, and only then did he remember it.

"Didi—"

The top office of Qingying Entertainment in the imperial capital.

At a glance, you can see the antique sandalwood tables and chairs, the intricate lighting emits a cold light, the high walls on all sides cast dark shadows on the soft carpet, through the spacious but deserted long corridor, the eyes of the celebrities in the famous paintings on both sides seem to be able to grasp people's hearts, the design of the inner room is needless to say, but the expensive decoration can not hide the elegance and coldness of the house.

On the sandalwood desk, a black mobile phone rang, and there was no one in the office.

"Knock knock—"

The female secretary knocked on the door, holding a bunch of documents to be signed in her arms, but her face was a little shy crimson, Mr. Lan is rarely in the company, and today is also lucky, it happened that she came to deliver the documents.

People in the company say that Mr. Lan is simply the most handsome and temperamental male star in the entertainment industry, and the prince of Qingying Entertainment, if anyone wins Mr. Lan's favor, he will not have to worry about the rest of his life!

Yes, she deliberately dressed up today, wearing a suit and skirt, outlining the concave and convex body curves, the skirt is slightly shorter, with a faint sense of temptation, black high heels, lining the legs more and more slender, passing by the office, some male colleagues are looking straight, light brown elegant wavy curls, delicate makeup, at a glance is an elegant temperament of working women!

"Mr. Lan, this is a cooperation project document to be signed recently." The female secretary was talking, knocked on the door and pushed the door open, there was no one in the office, but she just heard the mobile phone on the desk ring, the ghost sent God, the secretary put down the document, and took the president's mobile phone with a slight trembling hand.

On the screen is a private message requesting a friend to add, the avatar is a very cute girl, and the private message verification is: Ye Ling.

Woman?

The female secretary's face was extremely ugly, and she directly deleted this verification message and blocked it when she was not sober.

After her mind was hot, she found out what she had done, and she was also scared, she moved the president's mobile phone, and deleted the president's private message, she must be crazy with jealousy, but that girl is not a partner at first glance, and she is still asking to add friends, it should not be an important person, and she will delete it.

With a weak heart, the female secretary put down the papers and fled the office in a hurry.

After a while, Zhao Qinglan returned to the office, his cold eyebrows and eyes didn't know what he thought, and he also became soft, and his slender and clear fingers picked up the phone, and there was still no private message.

Slowly put down the phone, Zhao Qinglan's eyes dimmed instantly, his eyes were a little fleetingly injured, and his voice was magnetic and gentle, as if he was saying it to himself: "Still not, so, will Ling Er lie to me......"

On the other end, Ye Ling sent a private message and saw that there was no response for a long time, and she didn't care, maybe Qinglan was still busy, and she would reply to the message when she was empty, so she didn't have to wait.

The next day, early in the morning, Ye Ling went to school alone, usually she took the bus to school with Jiang Li, but now that guy has broken his foot, he has to lie down for at least a week.

"If you want to get on the bus faster, it's going to start immediately, hurry up!" At the bus stop, an aunt with a fanny pack shouted.

Ye Ling came the slowest, so there was only a seat in the last row, so after paying two yuan, he chose a window seat and lazily closed his eyes and pondered.

On Sunday afternoons, the buses were mostly full of returning students, chattering all the way, eating spicy strips, drinking milk tea, and opening snack bags.

"Have you finished your test papers, I will study on my own tonight, and the old class will have to check it!"

"I definitely did it, the old class will only check whether it is done or not, and will not check whether it is done right, what are you afraid of."

"It's so light now, the last time the old liner was spot-checked, didn't someone get hit? Hahaha, so this time I borrowed the paper of the top student in advance. ”

"What? Still not good friends? Take it out and copy it for me. ”

"I knew it earlier, I brought it to you, don't copy it all, change a few answers, don't be seen."

"Don't worry!"

Then there was another sound of the test paper being poured down......

Ye Lingmo: "......"

As the bus moved all the way, passing through small towns, under the bumps, more and more students came up, and small benches were placed in the aisles, until no one could sit anymore, and the bus was not crowded until it reached the terminal.

The corners of Ye Ling's mouth twitched, and when she got out of the car, she wanted to know, what the hell did the Ye family leave her doing here, where there is no spiritual power, there is no danger, and there is nothing to do......

When will she be able to go back......

Looking at Yang and sighing, Ye Ling had no choice but to walk towards the school, crossing a road, a small wholesale market, passing by a vegetable market, passing by a big supermarket, and arriving at Haicheng No. 6 Middle School, where he would live in the school dormitory of No. 6 Middle School for the next week.

On the fourth floor, the classroom of the third class of the first year of high school is noisy, no different from the vegetable market, 5:50, there are still 10 minutes at 6 o'clock, and the evening self-study is about to begin.

Today's evening self-study is probably another explanation of the test papers made last week......

"Meet at Ninety-Eight~" At the table in front of Ye Ling, Ding Peng, a member of the sports committee, was humming a song, eating oranges, rushing to rolls, and wailing in the next second: "How did you copy the lyrics!" Then he slashed.

Next to the sports committee, the scumbag was also rushing to the papers, sighing while writing, gradually writing heavier and heavier, and becoming more and more impatient: "A lot of homework!" Why do you assign so much homework to the old class! I'm so angry! ”

"I'm annoyed!" Writing and writing, the scroll in his hand was about to be ravaged and crumpled, and after he was angry, he still had to flatten it, gritting his teeth and continuing to do it.

As for the rear, the female classmate comforted herself while doing it: "I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all, I just want to finish it!" AAABBCDD...... "A Random Election!

Ye Ling: "......"

Six o'clock sharp.

"Ding Lingling ——!"

The third class of the first year of high school was quiet, and seeing that the teacher was coming, the unfinished papers began to scribble hungrily.

The head teacher of the third class of the first year of high school had neat short hair, held a lesson plan and a roll in his left hand, a water cup in his right hand, an elegant floral skirt, and low-heeled shoes, and stepped into the classroom.

The water cup was placed on the podium, the lesson plan was put down, and the head teacher Lin You spoke: "What's the matter?" I went back on the weekend to relax for a day, and when I came back, I was so lifeless and listless, I lifted my spirits, went to the toilet to wash my face with cold water, and sobered up. ”

There was a movement at the bottom, for two or three minutes, everyone was quiet, Lin You adjusted the little bee on his waist, tried the sound, clapped his hands, and cleared his throat: "The first class of evening self-study, everyone's mind is not here, and the teacher can understand, but there is no way, the class schedule is arranged like this, tonight there are three evening self-study, and I will talk about a few test papers from last week." ”

"Okay, let's get down to business, students put away all their thoughts, today's evening self-study is still more important, including a lot of key knowledge from last week, cheer up!"

"I know ......" The students at the bottom wailed, and they were talking about the papers, and they were talking about the papers every day, and they were doing exercises every day, talking about the papers, and the papers in the table were piled up for a long time!

There are nine courses, and there are several papers in each class......

Be extremely tragic!!

"Last week, I talked about the knowledge points of functions, and the students looked at the test paper, the fifth small question of the multiple-choice question, how many people were wrong?" Lin You looked down, and half of them raised their hands.