Chapter 65: No Refusal

Bai Sulan was afraid that because of this incident, her children would not be able to study here, so she immediately smiled flatteringly and said, "No, no, how can there be, Yi Zhantong, do you say?" ”

She pinched Yi Zhantong behind her back and pushed Yi Zhantong over, smiling, "You say, is there nothing wrong with it?" ”

She looks like a loving mother.

"Aunt Bai, you pinched me."

Yi Zhantong didn't seem to understand her words, wrinkled his white face, and whispered.

Bai Sulan lowered her head and glared at her deeply, and suddenly, Qi Xingyan approached and took her hand away from Yi Zhantong's body roughly.

He was neither humble nor arrogant, his jaw was tense, "Please respect yourself!" ”

Yi Zhantong broke out of her control, immediately squeezed out a few tears in his eyes, and complained to Director Xu pitifully, "Teacher, the person they asked me to marry is ...... It's the principal's nephew - Xia Pengcheng, I don't want to get married, I'm still young, but after this woman told me to go home, she actually wanted to inject me with some kind of liquid, so Dad-"

She twisted her head towards Yi Tianyuan, "Last time I resisted at home, let you see ......"

When Director Xu heard that it was the principal's nephew, he immediately frowned, and cut off the phone before it got through.

Yi Tianyuan glanced at Bai Sulan with a pair of cloudy eyes, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about Yi Zhantong's words.

"Director Xu, I don't want you to be embarrassed, I will put it in front of you today, I hope that my father and Aunt Bai can personally sign a letter of guarantee to ensure that I will not be restricted by any marriage contract during the period of being a minor, and I hope that my marriage cigarette will be free when I become an adult."

The way she cried, the hearts of the men behind her trembled a little in distress.

The cold air around Qi Xingyan's body became heavier and heavier, and his eyes looking at Bai Sulan became more and more gloomy.

Yi Zhantong noticed the slight changes in his body, secretly reached out and tugged his fingers, winked at him, Qi Xingyan frowned incomprehensibly, subconsciously held it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly let go of her hand again.

With slender legs, he walked unhurriedly to the filing cabinet in the corner, opened it, pulled out a piece of paper from it, and wrote carefully under the gaze of everyone.

His words are vigorous and powerful, and his strength penetrates the back of the paper, and the words are like his people, and they are very stable.

Then he slightly gave Yi Zhantong a place, handed the pen to her, Yi Zhantong signed his name, Qi Xingyan tensed his face and handed the paper to Yi Tianyuan, Bai Sulan.

"Let's sign it."

His voice was indifferent and fierce, with a bone-eating coldness.

No refusal.

Bai Sulan gritted her teeth, the person in front of her was Yan Ke's head teacher, she didn't dare to refuse, but the Xia family, they had already said it, and they didn't dare to refuse.

She held the pen in her hand, trembling in her hand.

"Mr. Yi, if you don't sign this matter, I will personally go to the principal to talk to it, you are destroying the future of the motherland, especially if you want a talent like Yi Zhantong, our school has not had such a genius in ten years."

Director Xu cherished his talents and couldn't help but speak for Yi Zhantong, but Yi Tianyuan kept frowning and silent.

He was a genius who inherited her mother's talent.

Then how can you give it to the Xia family?

"Tianyuan, you sign it yourself!"

Bai Sulan hated Yi Tianyuan and motioned for him to make up his mind.

Yi Tianyuan thought slightly, and signed his name.

This guarantee is Yi Zhantong's happiness.

He gave.

Qi Xingyan put away the guarantee and bowed slightly towards the director, "Director, I took this classmate away." ”

When Yi Zhantong came out with him, there were still a few undried tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry......"

Qi Xingyan didn't know how to comfort her,

Yi Zhantong wiped his eyes, grinning widely, not caring at all, "Who said I cried?" ”