Chapter 121： Put green onions in the pig's nose and pretend to be an elephant!

Chapter 121 The pig’s nose is inserted with green onions, pretending to be an elephant!

After coming out of the intensive care unit, Qiao Yi’s cell phone buzzed twice.

She took out a look, it was Wenjia.

【Did you go to hit the laser? Does it hurt? 】

Joe walked back and said, 【It hurts, it hurts and it hurts. 】

【Fear. Jpg is so exaggerated, can you recover in one week? 】

Qiao was wondering why it was a week. Wen Jia's next message rushed over.

【Next Wednesday, in the auditorium, the teacher will tell us the script and ask the whole class to be there. Can you? If it doesn't work, remember to ask Teacher Zheng for leave in advance. 】

Joe was at a loss, [What script? 】

【...I rely on, you won’t forget about such an important thing as the graduation show, right? 】

……

She remembered, the assistant once told her.

Graduation show is the fuse of the original master's blackening.

The original owner originally wanted to take advantage of the good opportunity of the graduation show to show himself, and then sign a good company, advance part of the salary, and save his mother and brother.

As a result, on the day of the performance, Wia broke, causing her to fall from a height of 5 meters, and she was sent to the hospital with a severe concussion.

Waiting for the original owner to wake up again, it was already a week later, Qiao Lian died, his brother missed the best treatment time, facing amputation, the original owner could not bear the blow and collapse, and then embarked on the road of blackening.

Qiao opened the dialog box, and his fingertips flew on the screen: [Why didn’t anyone give me the script? 】

Wenjia: [? ? ? you have not? Wait, I will help you to ask. 】

Joe pinched his mobile phone in his hand and took the elevator downstairs.

The control of foreign vehicles is very strict. Only an open space is set up on the north side of the inpatient department as a temporary parking lot, where Uncle Jiang’s car is parked.

As soon as she walked out of the building, her phone shook.

Wenjia: [Damn, one by one, Zhao Qing said, for this graduation show, the school invited Qin Yujie and Qiao Shi back to school for guidance. Qiao Shi wants to leave your script, and she said she will bring it to you. 】

Followed by two pictures, one is a screenshot of Wenjia and Zhao Qing’s chat, and the other is a screenshot of Qiao Shi asking Zhao Qing for Qiao Yi’s script.

Zhao Qing is the study committee member of the class, and Qiao Yi has an image of this girl in his mind.

Wenjia: [Eleven, what does Qiao Shi mean, she deliberately doesn't want to give it to you, what should I do? Otherwise, let me give you a copy of my script. 】

Qiao opened the dialog a little bit, just about to return to her, a harsh horn sounded across the sky, and she almost threw the phone in surprise.

"Hey, a good dog is not in the way!"

Behind him was a silver-grey Lexus. In the driver's seat, a fat, big-eared, middle-aged greasy man stretched out his head and yelled at her, "Look at P, it’s you who the **** is talking about. Get out of the way quickly. , Can you bear it?"

Joe squinted his eyes, but didn't move.

"Hey, you **** toast and not eat or drink!" The greasy man stepped on the accelerator, buzzing, "I'll hit if I don't leave."

"What's the matter, why did the car stop?"

The greasy man hurriedly turned his head and said to the person in the back seat with a flattering expression, "Miss, someone is in the way, I will teach him a lesson."

"Who is so annoying, let her go!"

"Yes, miss, I will solve it now."

Speaking, he loosened the seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the carriage, like a walking fat pig, walking towards Joe.

"Boy! Do you know whose car this is? You dare to stop even my lady’s car. Are you impatient? Now, while my lady is still not angry, please get out of me. Otherwise, don’t blame my men for not being angry. Show mercy!"

The nouveau riche that came to the face almost smoked Joe one by one. She glanced into the car. The windows of the car should have been specially treated, so that the black paint could not be seen.

Qiao sneered, "At the foot of the imperial city, the dog is arrogant and the mouth is full of feces. What kind of owner raises what kind of dog! What kind of dog! Is she still worth a daughter? I think she weighs as much as a daughter! I think she is about the same!

"You fucking..." The fat man rushed up to beat her, "My lady, that is the head of the He family, He Yunting's..."

"Cousin, how are you."

La la la la la la, today is over, the little cuties are voting~

(End of this chapter)