In just a few minutes, the forum was completely fried!

[, this is my Goddess Jingyue did it?! 】

[Looking at the back, it is indeed Jiang Mianmian. My family has been practicing medicine for generations, so I know a little bit about medicine, and those bruises are very serious, and I have to step on them very hard to get out, and they are obviously deliberately stepped on like this. 】

[Jiang Jingyue is too disgusting, she must be jealous that Jiang Mianmian dances better than her, so she joined forces with other cheerleaders to bully her, let her be a footstool for herself, and then kicked it away. Now that she is in the limelight, she pretends to be a good person on the forum and says something that is not misleading, isn't this deliberately using us as guns? 】

[I don't think Jiang Mianmian can be blamed for today's incident, it should be Jiang Jingyue who should get out of Beizhong]

【……】

Public opinion at the forum was overwhelmed.

Xue Zhao was relieved and walked out of the locker room with Mianmian.

Song Jingchen came up, "Sister Jiang, tell my brother quickly, what's the girl's name?" ”

Mianmian looked at his line of sight, and the president of the sixth middle school was directing the cheerleaders to cheer for the athletes.

She whispered: "I don't know what her name is, everyone calls her an adult." ”

Song Jingchen's face was full of obsession, "What a woman like the wind!" Look at her waterfall-like black hair, her swift-like neat figure, and her bird-like voice......"

Continuous:......

All she could see was the grower's unkempt chicken nest hair, monkey-like jumping up and down, and deafening screams and roars.

Song Jingchen stared at the female president stupidly, covered her chest and smiled like a stupid dog, "Ah, my goddess, my heart!" ”

Mianmian whispered: "Zhaozhao, I think his eyes seem to have turned into love bubbles." ”

Xue Zhao: "That's a ten-level filter for love. ”

Jiang Jingyue came over with a smile, "Mianmian, let's go cheer for the athletes, right?" ”

There was a sparkle of viciousness in her eyes.

She had already posted on the forum, and the students of North Middle School must have hated Jiang Mianmian very much.

When they walk out of the backstage, maybe there will be indignant students throwing garbage at Jiang Mianmian!

Mianmian smiled innocently, "Okay." ”

The sisters walked backstage, and the reporters of the school newspaper swarmed up.

The corners of Jiang Jingyue's mouth couldn't help but hook, and her gaze at Jiang Mianmian was full of mockery and ridicule.

This little slut didn't know what kind of torture she would suffer later, and she was still smiling innocently, which was really sad!

Before she finished her emotion, the microphones suddenly all came to her!

"Jiang Jingyue, why did you deliberately step on Jiang Mianmian's back?!"

Is it because of jealousy? Are you jealous of your sister? ”

"Because of your selfishness and narrow-mindedness, do you know how much loss you have brought to Beizhong?"

“……”

One by one, the journalists' questions became more acute than one another.

Jiang Jingyue's face was like earth, and she looked down and flipped through her phone in disbelief.

When she saw Xue Zhao's post, she immediately understood everything!

She stared at Mianmian angrily, but there was nothing around her, only countless school newspaper reporters were angry and crowded with her!

Jiang Jingyue collapsed and squeezed out of the group of reporters, tidied up her appearance a little, and was about to take the cheerleading team to cheer for the athletes of the school, when the boys pointed at her in disgust.

The audience was in an uproar!

Jiang Jingyue had suffered this kind of humiliation, and almost left the scene crying!

In the corner, Mianmian hugged Xue Zhao gratefully.

Xue Zhao waved his fist at her, "Go and cheer for the athletes, and celebrate the banquet together at night!" ”

"Hmm!"

The girl's smile was sweet.

So, all the audience saw the little girl in Hanfu, standing at the front and leading the cheerleading team to do cheerleading exercises.

The spring sun is warm, and her skin is as translucent as mutton fat jade.

She smiled so sweetly and so sweetly, and her movements were so standardized and serious, like the most conscientious little fairy, which touched the hearts of all the teenagers present.

But only Fu Qinghan knew that Mianmian was smiling at him.

As if he was touched by the spring breeze, this cold and cold business emperor sat in the audience from early morning to dusk.

……

At dusk, the sports meeting officially came to an end.

No. 6 Middle School got the first overall score, and North Middle School ranked second.

Mianmian sat in the locker room and sent a message to Fu Qinghan:

[Mr. Fu, I may go home later, don't worry]

After waiting for a few minutes, the other party replied with an "um".

Neat and simple, very Mr. Fu's style.

Mianmian stuck out her tongue, and before she had time to change her clothes, she was picked up by the hot female president, "I booked a private room, let's go, and go to the celebration banquet!" ”

Mianmian's private room is full of girls.

Except for Song Jingchen.

The female president pushed her glasses and bit her ears at Mianmian and Xue Zhao, "Who is that peacock?" You see his smile all over his face, and those who don't know think that he covets the girls under my hands! ”

The female president was afraid that Song Jingchen would make a move on her girls, so she decided to pour this man down first.

She pulled Xue Zhao to pour wine together, and the whole private room suddenly became lively.

Mianmian sat quietly in the corner, holding his face in his hands, and looking at them with crooked eyebrows.

When I was happy, I suddenly received a WeChat message.

It was actually sent by Mr. Fu!

He asked her what time she would be home and if she would wait for her to eat.

Mianmian touched her stomach, although she was full, she still wanted to share dinner with Mr. Fu.

She replied:

[I'll be back soon, Mr. Fu must wait for me!] 】

"Little girl, how can you hide here alone?! It's unjust! Xue Zhao staggered over with a wine bottle, "Let's go, let's drink!" ”

"Zhaozhao—"

Under the drunken attack of Xue Zhao and the female president, all the girls in the private room escaped with their lives.

When Mianmian came back to her senses, she and Song Jingchen had been blocked in a corner.

The two female devils were drunk, and they stepped on the stool like thieves.

Xue Zhao raised his eyebrows strongly, "Refuse to drink?" Don't give face to the old lady, right? ”

The female president smashed the wine bottle domineeringly, "Say, do you two drink it or not?!" ”

Song Jingchen: ......

Jiang Mianmian: ......

The two were miserably drunk by the two female demons in turn until twelve o'clock at night.

Song Jingchen and Jiang Mianmian were drunk, and Xue Zhao and the female president happened to wake up.

Xue Zhao shouted: "Why is it all like this?" Where's the roast lamb I ordered? ”

"What kind of suckling sheep to roast, hurry home." The female president frowned and looked at the drunk Mianmian and Song Jingchen, "I have to find a taxi to send them home." You look at them, and I'll go check out. ”

She came downstairs to the lobby to check out the bill and flipped through the bill, "This roast suckling sheep was not on the table, how did it be counted in the bill?" ”

The cashier awkwardly pointed not far away.

The female president looked at Mianmian, who didn't know when she went downstairs, smiled and hugged a little lamb, and stumbled down the stairs, "Zhaozhao, roast suckling sheep, roast suckling sheep is here!" ”

The cook was full of black lines, trying to stop her, but Mianmian cried so much, and finally sat on the ground, holding the little lamb and wailing: "Zhaozhao, they want to rob your roast suckling sheep!" Woo woo, don't rob Zhao Zhao's roast suckling goat......"

Xue Zhao hurriedly covered his face on the stairs, humiliation!

Mianmian was taken by taxi to Jiangshan Yujing, and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

She staggered into the villa, the hall dark.

A little fire on the couch was extinguished in the darkness.

The wrought iron Chinese chandelier suddenly lit up.

Mianmian saw Mr. Fu sitting on the sofa, the pale green smoke filling the white fingertips, and the ascetic and thin face loomed.

The narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and the breath around his body was as cold as wind and frost.

The girl realized in a daze that she seemed to have pigeoned Mr. Fu.

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