Chapter 336: Isn't This Me, Do You Believe It?

Half a month ago, her brother Meng Qi added a girl near WeChat, the other party was enthusiastic, active, sweet and beautiful, the two chatted and fell in love, thinking that this was just an ordinary online relationship, but the other party borrowed 10,000 yuan from her brother in the name of falling in love.

Tianjin High School is not as good as Silver High School, the students are not rich, and the Meng family is also mediocre, the 10,000 yuan was originally the family's make-up fee for Meng Qi, but they were all deceived by this scammer, and Meng Qi's grades fell all the way.

Meng Qi is in his third year of high school this year, and he is about to face the college entrance examination, and it is still a trivial matter for his grades to slip, but he is immersed in false love and does not want to study at all.

For this reason, it also broke the hearts of the family.

She could see at a glance that this girl in online dating was not a good product, so she found an opportunity to secretly flip through Meng Qi's mobile phone, opened a small account and added this bih's WeChat.

After flipping through her circle of friends and learning that she was a student of Yingao, she immediately found this place by touching the vine, and today she is going to expose He Jing's true face-

"Return the money you defrauded my brother, and publicly confess your crimes to everyone, or I will immediately call the police and let you go to prison."

He Jing: "?"

This is the plot!

Yan Hanxi's eyes flowed, and he touched his chin with interest: "Three good students, you still do this kind of thing?"

He Jing glared at him fiercely.

Don't gloat at this time, okay?

Her eyebrows twitched, and she said calmly, "I know my name may be a bit bad, but this classmate, I'm not the person you're looking for."

She had never borrowed money from anyone, and she couldn't have borrowed money from anyone.

Although she didn't know where she came from, it was clear that it was a misunderstanding.

Meng Yao sneered: "Okay, you He Jing, you're still pretending to be innocent, do you want me to throw the evidence in front of you."

He Jing pursed her red lips, her eyes were cold, and she said, "You shake it."

Meng Yao was angry, she hurriedly rummaged through her bag with trembling hands, took out her mobile phone from it, and then presented the so-called evidence to He Jing.

It was a WeChat account with an avatar of "her own selfie", and the content of the circle of friends was all kinds of youthful pain and moaning without disease, in addition, 360-degree fancy selfies filled the entire space, as if showing off her beauty.

He Jing: "......"

Yan Hanxi and Shen Qiuyu beside him laughed out loud.

Shen Qiuyu: "Hahahahahahahahahaha

Yan Hanxi: "I didn't expect you to be so literary and artistic."

The corners of He Jing's mouth twitched, and she glanced at them: "Shut up, thank you."

Meng Yao took the phone a little closer and said aggressively, "Say, what else do you have to say!"

He Jing stroked his forehead: "I said this is not me, do you believe it?"

Meng Yao sneered, she seemed to have expected that He Jing would not admit it so easily, turned around and didn't know who to look at, and then took a heavy handbag.

She grabbed the contents of the handbag and raised it to the sky, and the sky was full of A4 paper, only to see that there was a fleshy chat record printed on it-

[In the dead of night: Baby, I miss you.] 】

[Meng Qi is not very Qi either: Baby, I miss you too. 】

[In the dead of night: Baby, I want to drink milk tea. 】

[Meng Qi is not very Qi either: It's ordered, Mo Da. 】

……

[In the dead of night: Baby, I want to buy lipstick. 】

[Meng Qi is not very Qi either: I bought it, Jiumi. 】

……

[Dead of night: Baby, my phone is broken. 】

[Meng Qi is not very Qi: it has been staged, and it will arrive in two days. 】

……

The whole record was full of joy, without a few sweet words, but all of them were "He Jing" asking Meng Qi for something.

HE Jing: ...... Is this t love, is it really not the daily life of at drawers?