Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

"Cheng Family Arrangement? Who will arrange for her?" A middle-aged man outside came in and sneered when he heard Ouyang Wei's words, "He said that he would let him go by himself, and Cheng Family would not lose this face!"

"Cheng Raohan!" Master Cheng put down the teacup in his hand, the look on his face remained unchanged, and the spirit was trembling, which interrupted him directly, his eyes sharp.

Ouyang Wei froze, she stood up sternly: "Grandpa Cheng, Uncle Cheng, I..."

No one mentioned this to Master Cheng.

His desolate eyes looked endless, he smiled gently, and waved his hand: "Why, that kid always has his own ideas."

Listening to Mr. Cheng, Ouyang Wei's hands on both sides tightened slightly, she just smiled, "I will help you to pay attention to what you said, and I will not disturb you."

Father Cheng personally took her outside.

Ouyang Wei left, and Master Cheng slowly walked back.

"Dad, you are too indulgent to the third brother? Arrange for the woman next to her? That said, where does Cheng's face go?!" Cheng Raohan looked at Master Cheng, this is not fair, "You don't care tube?"

"Okay, what's this matter?" Master Cheng said lightly.

He turned around and walked upstairs. Although his mouth was light, Mr. Cheng's brow was slightly twisted.

Outside the Cheng family gate.

Ouyang's car was waiting outside. Ouyang Wei stood by the car, did not enter the car, just picked up the phone and opened WeChat to take a look.

She sent WeChat to Cheng Mu this afternoon, and the other party has not returned yet.

Is it because there is no time?

Ouyang Wei was a little irritable for no reason. Before she asked Cheng Mu, Cheng Mu basically returned in seconds.

Since he went to M Chau... everything seems to have changed.

What happened to them in M ​​Chau?

The driver of the Ouyang family walked to the co-pilot to open the door. After waiting for a long time, Ouyang Wei did not get in the car. He could not help but whispered, "Miss?"

Ouyang Wei recovered, and pursed her lips, her expression hardly changed, "Go."

She stooped into the car.

**

Monday, June 3rd.

In Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School, the whole school uniformly issues the high school entrance examination admission ticket.

Lin.

Qin Yu's morning plane just flew back from the airport.

Sister Zhang respectfully took the bag in her hand, "Miss, you are back."

Qin Yu nodded slightly and smiled.

She is now following the teacher Dai to learn the violin. She has already achieved success. She is talented, but not too strong.

However, after returning from M Chau, she worked harder on the violin than before, and she had almost no rest time every day. She was very outstanding among the newcomers in the Beijing Violin Association.

Teacher Dai also attaches great importance to her, waiting for her to compete for a top spot in the violin association member selection competition this year.

Mr. Lin knew that Qin Yu came back today, and came over from his old house intentionally early in the morning.

"Yu'er, are you going back to school to go through the formalities in the morning?" Mr. Lin's voice was soft.

Since there was no room for Qin Ran to turn around, Mr. Lin was in the end.

But Qin Yu did not disappoint him.

"Yes, I will go with my mother." Qin Yu took the tea passed by Zhangsao, smiled slightly, and then looked sideways at Ning Qing. "Yes, mom, is there any news for my sister? Should she come back after the college entrance examination?"

Ning Qing shook her head and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Does it mean you haven't returned yet?

Qin Yu took a sip of tea and shook his head slightly, seeming to be very sighed: "That sister intends to stay for another year? Unfortunately, I originally thought we could get together in Beijing."

"Don't say it." Ning Qing raised her eyebrows and put down the teacup.

Ning Qing let Qin Yu rest for a while, and then she went to the school to get the admission ticket to go through the formalities.

"After finishing the formalities in the afternoon, I'll take you to see your aunt, and you haven't seen it in a few months." Ning Qing sat on the sofa and repainted her lipstick while holding the mirror.

Qin Yu nodded, not very interested, "Okay."

**

At the same time, Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School.

Class nine.

Tomorrow's high school uniform will be on holiday tomorrow, and today is their last day in this class. Qiao Sheng follows Xu Yaoguang, and his mood is not too high.

"Strange, why are there so many people in the corridor of our class?" Qiao Sheng looked up lazily and saw the figure in the corridor of Class 9. "Aren't you all coming to you for contact information to fill in the student record?"

Qiao Sheng gave Xu Yaoguang a glance and raised his eyebrows.

Close to graduation, there are really many people looking for Xu Yaoguang recently.

Xu Yaoguang looked at the silhouette, skipped a cold and cool silhouette in his mind, and stepped. He lowered his eyebrows, his voice was cold, and hesitated: "It shouldn't be for me."

Qiao stopped abruptly, suddenly thinking of a person.

The whole person was instantly radiant, he raised his head, turned away the group of people behind him, and looked directly at the place near the window.

For more than half a year, because of the good learning atmosphere of Class 9 and the rapid improvement of his grades, Gao Yang has not changed positions.

Moreover, students may need time to adapt to changing positions. Gao Yang listened to the students' suggestions and did not readjust the seats throughout the senior year.

In the innermost group, the fourth row by the window is the throne of the big brother. In the past, it has been an empty seat, and finally there is a figure.

She didn't wear a school uniform, she wore a white T-shirt, her face was slightly on her side, and she was still holding a pen in her left hand. She was giving some graduation messages. With your eyebrows down, everyone was familiar with some cynicism.

"Lying trough, Sister Ran, are you finally smart enough to come back?!" Qiao Sheng recovered his voice and walked to her.

Qin Ran's classmates at the front desk gave him a place as always.

"Huh." Qin Ran's left hand is not slow now, she is still casually writing.

Almost everyone's eyes were gathered on her, and Xu Yaoguang also came in through the back door, sat on his chair, and took out the physical information book habitually.

When I opened the book, I glanced involuntarily towards Qin Ran.