Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

Others may not see it, but Ye Qiao is very clear about Ye Zhenzhen's small movements and careful thought.

"Huarui! Don't be afraid, she owes you the wages, I promise she will give you a lot of money! Are you really willing to do things for her like this and be treated like a slave by her?" Ye Qiao knows the poor. The poorer the mentality of the child, the stronger the self-esteem, Huarui must be very aggrieved by bullying.

Huasta, whose emotions were tolerated to the limit, slammed Ye Zhenzhen's arm away, her eyes flushed under the light, "How am I willing?! But, what can I do?! I need money! My tuition has not yet been paid. Ye Zhenzhen, I don't want the twenty yuan, you let me slap me!"

It seems that the soft, weak and scrawny Huacai had a temper and was also fierce. In order to earn Ye Zhenzhen's twenty yuan, she did not know how many times she was insulted by her.

"Pop!" Huarui raised her hand and hit Ye Zhenzhen on the face!

Ye Qiao was very relieved!

This little poor, she wants to take her into the harem!

Ye Zhenzhen looked dazed.

"The instructor and instructor, Ye Zhenzhen took the initiative to ask me to wash her, and promised me to give me twenty yuan. I helped her wash her clothes for three days, but she never paid me. I will look for her tonight. Asking for money, she asked me to polish her shoes again..." Hua Rui turned around, looked at the instructor and instructor, and said seriously.

"My father said, people want face, tree want bark, people can be poor, but they can't be poor! I don't want to read this book. I want to quit school and stay in J City to make money..." said this sentence At that time, the stamen, the heart is cut like a knife, and the tears are streaming down...

Huarui's words are touching, especially Ye Qiao.

"Huarui! Don't talk about dropping out! Your tuition, I will help you find a way!" Ye Qiao stepped forward and said loudly.

"Ye Zhenzhen! Your behavior is really bad! I will report the situation to the department head and secretary immediately!" The female instructor said angrily and severely.

"She just beat me!" Ye Zhenzhen retorted loudly.

"You're considered light!" Instructor Peng said harshly, "Ye Zhenzhen, you go to the confinement room now!"

At the morning meeting the next day, the school leaders came and made a circular and criticized Ye Zhenzhen's bad behavior, and will notify the parents to take her home!

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"So, what's the use of going through the back door? That wild plant is not the material of J! Before the military training is completed, he was fired! But, Qiaoqiao, you said Qin Lan, she will threaten your second aunt and grandma again, let Ye If Zhen Zhen stays in school, it will be even more disgusting!" My sister-in-law said to Ye Qiao while driving.

"Qin Lan can definitely do this kind of thing!" Ye Shengzhu gritted his teeth with hatred when he mentioned Qin Lan.

The corner of Ye Qiao's mouth raised, and he snorted in his heart: "Sister, Qin Lan, she is not that capable!"

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The Mayflower Bar is one of the streets of Houhai Bar. It is different from the noise and decadence of ordinary bars. This bar is relatively quiet, with music as the theme, many resident singers, and a frequent spot for scouts. In Ye Qiao's memory, several mainland singers who became popular a few years later have sang here.

As soon as Ye Qiao walked in, he heard the exciting song "Glory Years".

The spotlight was on the stage. The boy in a black vest and dyed yellow hair, holding an electric guitar in his arms, stood in front of the microphone, behind him were bass players, keyboard players, and drummers.

With a ponytail and a black T, Ye Qiao, who was handsomely dressed, found an inconspicuous seat, snapped his fingers, called the waiter, and ordered a beer.

On the stage, Kill Matt Bianjian sang vigorously, and the guests in the bar were driven to sing in chorus.

Not to mention, her low-ranking singing skills have really improved a lot, especially singing Cantonese songs, very emotional, playing electric guitar, it is also handsome!

The door of the bar was pushed open, and the handsome little K in a black shirt walked in with a leather bag, Ye Qiao raised his hand, and little K walked towards her.