Dongyang School Morning Light Festival, the next day.

Song Yuyi and Ye Qinqin came to the Qinqin hut in the playground.

In front of me, there is a mess.

Broken masonry, broken pieces of wood, pink, lime yellow, sky blue flowers trampled in a mess, curtains made of soft gauze, mixed with sewage.

Ye Qinqin was angry and distressed.

She clutched her clothes tightly.

Damn it!

Who did such a despicable thing.

Qinqin Cottage.

It was a gift from Brother Yi.

The face is clear and moving, pale and crystal clear.

Dai's eyebrows furrowed.

The clear and bright eyes are stained with a thick mist.

The black eyelashes, which are slender and curly like the wings of a black butterfly, tremble.

Wet sparkles, filling the eyes.

"My Qinqin hut." Ye Qinqin bit her cherry-red lip and let out a broken sound.

Tears of distress slipped down the delicate and fair cheeks.

Song Yuyi's expression was cold.

The beautiful phoenix eyes are cold and gloomy, like a blood-devouring overlord.

Thin, red lips are tightly pursed.

A cold breath.

It's cold.

"Bring up the surveillance of the campus last night." Song Yuyi's expression was full of anger and killing.

He gave Ye Qinqin a gift.

How dare they be destroyed?

No matter who it is, he will never let it go.

He wants to make the culprit who destroyed the Qinqin hut pay.

"Yes." Two black-clad bodyguards with expressionless faces answered.

"Fence off Dongyang School, no matter who it is, don't leave." Song Yuyi ordered in a cold voice.

"Yes."

Four Song guards appeared and quickly left the school.

School boys and girls watched from afar.

Don't dare to step forward.

——

"Headmaster, it's not good." The school security guard's face turned pale and staggered into the principal's office.

Principal Nangong Ling, who has an elegant temperament and a delicate appearance, and is about forty-two or thirteen years old, was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

"Many people surrounded Dongyang School, only allowed to come in and not go out."

Nangong Ling's thick eyebrows tightened, "Call the police." ”

"No, you don't."

A cool voice, with an irrepressible anger, entered the principal's office.

Nangong Ling's heart trembled.

Hurriedly stepped forward and greeted him respectfully.

"Young master."

Nangong Qingchen's expression was indifferent.

The soul-seducing peach blossom eyes are ruthless and hazy.

The rose-like crystal clear lip flap is wickedly hooked.

"Who deleted the school's surveillance last night!"

He slept comfortably on his soft bed.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman in black with cold eyebrows and a cold face, holding a dagger with a cold light flashing in front of his eyes.

After being taken aback,

The person who recognized it was Song Jiu, the secret guard of the Song family.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nangong Qingchen, Song Shao invites you over." Song Jiu said coldly.

Nangong Qingchen's heartstrings tightened.

Just breathe a sigh of relief and mention the heart.

He hurried to Dongyang School.

See the demolished and messy Qinqin hut.

A cold sweat broke out.

He really didn't expect that someone would dare to pluck the feathers on the tiger's head.

When I heard the black-clothed bodyguard tell me that the school's surveillance had been deleted!

He just wanted to kick Nangong Ling to death.

I can't even manage a school.

What is the use of him?

——

Nangong Ling was stunned.

Inexplicably, "Young Master, I don't know about the deletion of school monitoring." ”

"I don't know." Nangong Qingchen's eyes were ruthless.

A hard kick.

Directly kicked Nangong Ling to the wall.

Blood broke from the corners of Nangong Ling's mouth.

Get up and don't dare to say anything.

"Even if Dongyang School is turned over, it is necessary to find out who dares to delete the school's surveillance." Nangong Qingchen roared.

Nangong Ling's face turned pale with fright.

said in a trembling voice: "Young master, I'll check it out right away." ”