Chapter 10: Breakfast is still in my throat

Since she was asked by her children, she was afraid that others would make fun of her, and her mother married an old man 18 years older than herself because she liked her father's money.

Later, when the school held parent-child activities or open days, she never wanted her father to participate, and even did not let him pick her up and drop her off at school.

Now she goes to school every day with a driver driving a car to pick up and drop off, Liang Ran's personality is the same as her mother, she likes to show off her wealth in front of others, and in front of her classmates, she says how big her father is in the family business.

The older her father is, the more effective he is, the bigger the business, he used to open a small transportation company, and in recent years, with the increasing number of exports, he is now an international sea, land and air transportation agent.

He dropped out of school in his second year of junior high school and went home to work as a farmer, and when he turned 18, he went to get a driver's license and then became a truck driver. People who have forgotten even the twenty-six English letters, people who don't even know what is written in an international bill of lading, and international sea, land and air transportation agents are getting more and more popular.

Liang Yuhua became a father when he was almost 40 years old, and he loved his daughter very much, allowing her to live a life like a young lady.

was turned over by Leng Bingling in front of the whole class, and suddenly lost face, the tears in her eyes couldn't help but flow, and she shook off Leng Bingling's right hand dragging her clothes, turned around and ran outside the classroom.

Leng Bingling looked at her back and twitched the corners of her mouth: That weak chicken whose combat power is too TMD, right? Dare to provoke me, do you think I'm still the Lulu of seven years ago?

When she was bullied by you, she had to squeak for a long time before she said a word, she was very gentle at that time, and she would not quarrel with others, even when she was ridiculed by her mother Shui Yang Hua went with someone else, leaving her alone, she was so angry that she couldn't speak, and directly singled her out, Leng Bingling, who was half a head taller than her, was finally beaten to the point that she had no power to fight back, and her head was bleeding, if she hadn't been found by her classmates and called the teacher over, she would have been disabled by her.

Dare to provoke me, I will turn over your old bottom and let the whole class know, see if you dare to be arrogant in front of me in the future?

She suddenly remembered that she deliberately said loudly just now: "Qineng...... What", the word "mending" was said by the four fires at her table, and she turned her head to look over.

Her eyes were frozen, the four fires were really good, she could really sleep, she had just raised it to the back of her head, and now it was on the table, the back of her head was still facing her, and she was sleeping there, as if the words "mend the clumsiness" just now came out of a dream.

She retracted her gaze and continued to devote herself to the magic novel, and not long after, the bell rang for the end of class for early reading, and Qin Huai, who was sitting in front of her, turned her head and gently knocked on her desktop, "Student Leng has finished reading early." ”

Leng Bingling didn't even lift her eyelids, and let out a very casual "um".

Qin Huai, "Bingling, don't you take a break?"

Leng Bingling ignored her, just raised her finger and tapped lightly on the desk, signaling him not to speak.

Qin Huai knew each other very well, closed his mouth, stood up and walked outside the classroom.

Qin Huai left his position one second ago, and the next second someone sat sideways in his place, turned his head, and his face was directly facing Leng Bingling: "Hello Bingling!" My name is Ren Geng, can we eat together at noon?"

Leng Bingling didn't even bother to move her eyelids, and said irritably: "Breakfast is still in my throat." ”