Chapter 429

Compared with big brother's vigorous and vigorous style, song Ye is a little bit more feminine at the moment. Although it is not in line with human settings, this kind of event tonight is so weird that she has to stand at the door, looking at the direction of the car exhaust disappearing, and she is lost in thought for a long time.

On the suit coat, there is still the tobacco smell that men used to have. The wisps of tobacco, mixed with the cold of the night, rush into the mind, and the medal on the chest is heavy, just like someone's hot heart hanging in her heart.

Qin Zhan came back specially for her, accompanied by meals, shopping and watching movies. This kind of good is too obvious, obviously to make people feel heavy.

"Major general..." She rubbed the medal under her hand and whispered.

At the age of 26, he was promoted to the rank of major general, which should be the first person in the history of state Z. it is no wonder that the Han family did not hesitate to use the trick of getting on the train first and then making up tickets to bind Qin Zhan. Maybe even the Qin family would like to ask Qin Zhan to go back and inherit his family property.

But this news is not necessarily a good thing for song Ye.

She did not intend to be the enemy of Qin Zhan, but in fact, the probability of the outcome of this opposition is very large. The higher the position of the other party, the greater the power, the more dangerous song ye will be.

Mercilessly wiped some stiff face in the cold wind, song ye turned to walk into the door, at that moment, her heart was in a mess.

When she came to school on Monday, the head teacher kindly called song ye into the office. Compared with the frown at the beginning of school, the female head teacher's attitude is flattery and dogleg.

"Song ye, are you better? How does the facial expression still not look good? Do you need a few more days off? Don't study too hard... " Balabala, from Song ye into the office 10 minutes, was the teacher's care and greetings for 10 minutes.

"Teacher, what can I do for you?" Finally, song Ye couldn't stand it. She rubbed her forehead with a headache and opened her mouth to interrupt her nagging.

"Oh, I heard that your calligraphy is very good. There is a competition in our school. I hope you can participate in it. Of course, it's better to ask Meng Ziheng to join us." The head teacher changed his serious face in seconds. Maybe he felt that the bedding in front of him was perfect enough. So when he talked about the business, he was not at all perfunctory and ashamed.

Of course, song ye also caught the point in a second, "I remember that Meng Ziheng did not participate in any competition."

"Well." The head teacher's face tensed to death. He looked at Song ye with a little pleading, and his voice was lowered by eight degrees. "So, I hope you can help me to say that this competition is very important." The key is, the first and second prize, the head teacher has a bonus.

Song ye lived for 30 years, and the head teacher could see through what he was thinking at a glance. So she kept her high cold face and asked, "does the teacher think I'm better at speaking?"

In the winter, the head teacher suddenly shivered and felt that the office temperature was lower. "You are roommates. It's good to go out for a match together, isn't it?" She tried to persuade each other with her own reasons of purity.

Helpless, "the teacher does not have to worry, where did I go, I did not have the habit of going to the toilet hand in hand with my classmates?" So, company or something, it doesn't appeal to me.

Song Ye's lack of oil and salt made the head teacher almost burst into anger. However, he thought that the other party was still his own money spinner, and could not be too tough. Finally, he could only respectfully put the person back, scratching his heart and lungs with a suppressed manner.

A young master of the Meng family did not dare to offend himself. As a result, he could not even control Xueba from a small place.

As a teacher in charge of a class, I only feel that I can't love life.

But back in the classroom, song Ye didn't mention it to Meng Ziheng at all. He opened the book and read the textbook as usual.

Until the afternoon, Wang Qianqian and Gu Yitong came in from the outside, and their mouths were so cocky that they could hang up the hot kettle.

"What's the matter?" Fang Ye looks at Huan Tuo's group of two and asks for a long time. Can't help, the other three masters are loaded with big brands, he can only play the love of classmates.

As soon as she was concerned, Wang Qianqian immediately felt aggrieved. Her mouth suddenly fell out like a machine gun. "It's not Fu tonger. This time, she was called by the teacher to participate in the calligraphy competition. So she was outside. Her support group let out the wind, saying that song Ye's wild grass root was a copy of the work, and could not write anything else. Although she didn't say it, everyone could see that it was her deliberate connivance

One side of the Gu Yitong repeatedly nodded, he as a boy can not say bad things about girls, so Wang Qianqian is his best spokesman at the moment.

It's just a bosom friend.

Smell speech, even Le Ming Yu all made murmur, "really don't see, Fu tong'er is so vicious." In the past, they also had a good impression on the excellent child adopted daughter-in-law of the Meng family. They thought that the little girl was special, gentle, virtuous and suitable for Mencius Heng.

As a result, a plate of wine hit song ye at the banquet that day, which also lost the favor of the public.

"I'll take care of it. Song ye, I'm in trouble. " Mencius Heng wrung his brow and took responsibility consciously.

Song Ye was shaking his head, not very concerned, "turn out what water spray, do not care."

Wang Qianqian sighed. The Emperor didn't rush to die as a eunuch. "Song ye, you can serve snacks. There are not only girls in those support groups, but also some extreme flower protectors. Fists and feet can attack people, and rumors can drown people." It's not easy to let the rumors of song Ye's being a tycoon subside. At this moment, Fu tong'er is provoked again. It can't be stopped for a moment."Who said I didn't care?" Song Ye stares at the textbook at a glance, but gives a light response in his mouth, "I also participated in the calligraphy competition."

At that time, her wild grass is not copy, has the strength, all not to break itself? So song Ye is not worried at all.

Several people at the table were stunned. Song ye took part in the competition, but they didn't hear of it. No, song Ye didn't even mention it.

"Why didn't you say that?" Mencius Heng also put down the book, squint to look over, eyes with inquiry.

"Well? Is it important? " Song Ye moved his eyes and read the next page. He really didn't take the game seriously.

Mencius Heng choked a sentence, and immediately had nothing to say. Knowing that he was cold-blooded, he didn't blame much, so he got up and walked out of the classroom.

When the class bell rings, the head teacher strides into the classroom with a smile on his face that is even more brilliant than the sunshine outside: "this calligraphy competition, we have two students in our class actively sign up to participate. The teacher is very pleased. Then, I wish song ye and Meng Ziheng in our class a good start, and the teacher will wait for your good news."

With a bang, the classroom suddenly burst into a pot.

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