Hearing this, Fu Zhiying was silent for a while and nodded, "Well, let me ask."

Looking at Fu Zhiying's back, Meng Ran couldn't help but curl her lips.

This Fu Zhiying is better to control than Qiao Anchu.

I had been controlled by Qiao Anchu before, and now I finally came to someone who was even more stupid than her.

Fu Zhiying walked to Qiao Yimo's side and immediately changed his expression. A hypocritical sympathy expression hung on his face, pretending to be concerned, "Student Qiao, actually I don't think you need to plagiarize because of your strength, right?"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and looked at her. Seeing her kindly smile, the corners of her cold lips couldn't help but hook.

"Thank you Fu for your concern."

After speaking, Qiao Yimo continued to lower his head to play with the phone.

Fu Zhiying's expression was full of understanding, "If it is really plagiarism, you will come out and admit it. Our big fans of Qingqing will not blame you. After all, everyone has a time of youth and ignorance."

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes, and then suddenly he saw the flashing figure outside the door, and he understood immediately.

This time, she said: "Thank you for your reminder, but I don't plagiarize."

When the voice fell, Fu Zhiying's mouth twitched and smiled openly, "That's good, classmate Qiao can do it for himself."

Qiao Yimo is really a strange woman. She didn't admit it when she died, so she waited for the test paper to be posted under the school bulletin board before admitting it, right?

Really shameless!

Absolutely!

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Teahouse.

People who taste tea generally like to be quiet, so the location of the tea house is relatively remote and quiet.

Six o'clock in the evening.

Except for a Bohua beside the man, he really didn't have anything with him.

But he secretly hid a gun in his waist.

If Qingqing dared to deceive, the bullet inside sent her to the west.

Leng Juan was thinking about something, when suddenly there was a noise outside.

"Fuck, this woman is too handsome, she can actually drive a sports car!"

"Tsk tusk, it must look professional, so cool!"

"Fuck, and this sports car is limited in the world!"

"Well, there seem to be only three cars in the world!"

"I only remember one of Shadow Shadow, one of Night Shadow, and one of them I don't know whose hand it fell on."

"Is she one of the three?"

When the man heard the sound, he stuck his head and looked outside.

I saw a woman looking at the sports car, moving in the direction of the teahouse, not fast or slow.

Then, she got out of the car in an extremely chic posture, holding the key in a very evil posture.

Had it not been for this woman to have that face that disgusted him so much, he would have thought she was Momo.

Ho!

An extremely ironic smile came up at the corner of the man's mouth.

Even if Qingqing had Momo's face, her sly character still couldn't change, and she still didn't have Momo's kindness in her heart.

At this moment, there was a slow sound of footsteps, followed by a female voice, "Pavilion Master Morun?"

The cold and indifferent voice brought the man back into his thoughts a little.

Leng Juan turned his head, and what caught his eyes was the woman who made him "think about it day and night" to choke to death.

He tried to restrain the thoughts in his heart, a trace of bloodthirsty flashed through his eyes, but he quickly retracted, a sneer from the corner of his mouth, "Qing Qing? Please sit down." The genius remembered for a second.

Qiao Yimo smiled and sat slowly across from the man, staring at the man's eyes with her phoenix eyes, and pointed at the man standing next to him, "Can you leave?"

Bo Hua remained motionless and did not leave until Leng Tiong gave the order.

When Qiao Yimo saw Bohua retreat, she relaxed and leaned on the chair, raised her eyebrows lazily, and laughed, "Is the pavilion owner fascinated by my driving skills just now?" JrNovels.com