The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Others don’t know, can their students know? Just these few professors, which one is easy to mess with? Still helping people carry bags? When He Ming travels on business, his assistant carries his bag, right? This incident was photographed by local reporters as a black manuscript and was searched.

But now--

The first reaction was the monitor of the third class, "I think our third class still does not participate in the smearing of Fu Zhi. As for Professor He, we will not fight for it. Please feel free to do so. Don't call this kind of activity in the future. Me!"

As soon as the monitor of the third class spoke, the monitors of the other classes also took the initiative to separate the distance from the first and second classmates.

Xiang Yushen and Xu Tongtong's expressions were stiff, "What do you mean? Group activities, do you go on strike when you say strike?"

"It means to die and don't call us! If it wasn't for you two to confuse the crowd, would we all stop eating at noon and mess around with you? You see Professor He being so dissatisfied with Fu Zhi that Fu Zhi slept in class? !"

"It's carrying bags and food. Just like caring for disabled children, my dad has never treated me so well!"

The alliances of the first few classes in the First Middle School and Senior High School have not yet been washed by the big waves, and the wind blows and they are scattered.

At the same time, the school's forum, the post about Professor He carrying a bag to Fu Zhi appeared like mushrooms after a rain.

Original poster: [picture, picture, picture. At noon today, in the private room of Lao Li's hot pot restaurant, he saw with his own eyes that Professor He gave Fu Zhi a bag and cooked dishes. During the period, he showed his father's gaze many times, just like caring for a giant infant daughter who has been unable to live with cerebral palsy for many years. 】

Three high-definition photos of carrying bags were released by the enthusiastic host. For a while, the entire forum was so lively that it almost paralyzed.

—— [On this, there are people who say that Professor He is forced to follow the school leadership to arrange for class 21 to make up lessons? 】

——【Is Fu Zhiming so good? 】

—— [Obviously, the look and expression of Professor He carrying a bag to Fu Zhi are 100% identical to the look of the dog legs that I and my mother ask for money and go shopping with my mother. 】

——【Is this licked? Upstairs are all students from Class 21, right? Wouldn't Professor He give Fu Zhi a more real deal by taking money and hitting others to grab opportunities to make up lessons? 】

——[Is nt upstairs? How much money does the Lu family have? How much does Professor He have? Professor Ho, Professor Hu, they can see that the little money of the Lu family is worth five buckets of rice? 】

For a time, there are countless posts following this post, and it is hard not to support and agree with it.

However, when it came to a certain level, someone broke the news again.

[You don’t know, Fu Zhi slept in class, Professor He took off her coat and covered her body, because Song Fang elbow Fu Zhi so that Song Fang would not come to his class again. Stop bubbling the sour chickens in Class One and Two. To say that Professor He and Fu Zhi have nothing to do, I will play for you. 】

——【Professor He, they have an official reply, is Fu Zhi their illegitimate daughter? 】

Posts with pictures and truths have been topped several times.

Among the top three posts in the forum, only one was high-hanging on the diss Fu Zhi and the 21st class angered Professor Hu, and they were operating in the dark.

Soon, the students in the school not only reported and scolded the posts, but even the staff in charge of forum management was pressured to delete the posts and apologized for improper management.

When the students of Hangyuan watched the forum again, the monsters and ghosts in Class 1 and 2 had long been cleared away.

"This Fu Zhi," a boy from Hangyuan murmured, somewhat inconceivable, "Too evil, isn't it? How could the former vice-principal of National Tsing Hua University carry her a bag?"

Not to mention that, from the perspective of a group of students, He Ming's baggage to Fu Zhi is like a state leader going to the countryside to do homework for children in impoverished mountainous areas. This is basically the same thing.

"So He Ming and the others came to the First Middle School. Are they the one invited by Principal Ouyang or Fu Zhi?" A girl asked, and the study room was quiet for a moment.

"Is it important? It is a foregone conclusion that we can offend Fu Zhi. Whether or not Fu Zhi invited him this time, it depends on the attitude of Professor He. As long as he is willing to support Fu Zhi, Fu Zhi’s The college entrance examination results will not be bad."

"Do you still want to compare the college entrance examination scores with Fu Zhi? Now it is not that we offend Fu Zhi. If Professor He is really invited by Fu Zhi, even if it is Ouyang Ya and Ouyang Fengqiu, Professor He will not be possible. Give us a lecture!"

"We offended Fu Zhi. Didn't Ouyang Ya give instructions?" Hangyuan's girl narrowed her mouth. "If it weren't for Ouyang Ya, would we compare Tiantian to Fu Zhi? There is a shadow when I mention Fu Zhi! I don’t believe it when we come to the No. 1 Middle School to communicate normally. We propose to go to the Great Hall with Class 21 to listen to Fu Zhi’s objection?"

——

The few remaining students of Hangyuan were disheartened.

When Ouyang Ya called Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Feng was sorting out notes on gun design for Fu Zhi.

When I received the call, I was sorting my notes.

Ouyang Ya's attitude is humble, "Teacher, I heard that you invited Professor He to make up lessons for the students of No. 1 Middle School. I wonder if you can help and let them make up lessons for the students of Hangyuan?"

Ouyang Ya also knew that the hearts of the people on the last voyage were distracted, and wanted to gather people's hearts through Professor He's matter.

"Who told you, Professor He they were invited by me?"

The man sitting on the office chair frowned.

Ouyang Ya seemed to be incredulous: "Aren't they the one invited by the teacher? But if it weren't for the teacher, how could they come to a high school?"

What kind of elementary school is No. 1 Middle School? Not to mention that it is not as good as Hangyuan. Even the second-rate high school in the capital cannot be compared with it.

How many schools in your government would like to invite Professor He to give them a speech, let alone a public welfare speech, they are willing to spend money.

It's a pity that Professor He is so absorbed in academic research that he doesn't even look at these people.

But now.

He Ming, Qian Man, Chen Xin, and even Hu Lei came.

It's just that Ouyang Feng now says he didn't invite it.

So, is it possible that the things discussed on the forum are true?

Is He Mingzhen related to Fu Zhi?

——

At this moment, after Fu Zhi, who was in the event discussion center, got the leave slip and registered with the security office, she called Li Nanli. She told Ye Jiu and Xu Wei to go to Myanmar first, and she went back to the Great Hall and asked Qian Man Chenxin to ask. Two sentences left.

Song Fang and Wang Yu reluctantly brought her to the school gate.

The boarding time is eleven o'clock noon.

Fu Zhi went back to Lu's house and packed his suitcase.

In fact, she didn't have any daily necessities in her suitcase. She also had a real estate on the Qiuling Mountain in Myanmar.

The environment is good, the daily necessities inside are also very complete, and the aunts go in to clean it regularly.

There are some things that Fu Zhi is inconvenient to talk to Xu Wei and Lu Jingqing, such as her small real estate and small money. If you really study it carefully, Xu Wei will definitely break the casserole and ask the end.

She would even feel inferior, and she was so sad that she couldn't sleep every night, and she even lost a lot of Lu Jingqing's hair.

So Fu Zhi packed up a few clothes casually, and put two bank cards in the box.

After finishing everything, she called Shen Cizhou again before going to Li's villa.

"Go away, don't worry, I'm killing someone."

Shen Cizhou's irritable voice was clearly transmitted through the phone amplifier in the lobby of the Lu family villa, and through the electronic software, people could also feel the coldness in his voice.

"..."

"Pangji——" A sound.

Fu Zhi turned around, and the water cup in Lu Yushen's hand fell on the dark brown plush carpet.

Look at each other in pairs.

Lu Yu tilted his head deeply, biting his lip, "Sister?"

He pointed to Fu Zhi's cell phone, "What did he say?"

"Ah, this, it's okay." Fu Zhi said seriously: "I made the wrong call."

"Okay, I'm done killing, I wipe my hands. What's the matter quickly...speak? Forget it, let me talk about it first, I will check for you who followed you last time, a little under Ouyang Ya Hello, cannibalism and short-handedness. I told you Fu Zhi. If you do something for you, you remember to transfer money to me. No matter how good our relationship is, we can't stand the ravages of you eating free meals. The famous philosopher Marx once said, If the debt is not repaid, thunder strikes..."

Fu Zhi: "..."

The voice in the loudspeaker was impassioned, and Fu Zhi's fingertips paused, before hanging up, she lowered her head, lowered the volume of the phone a bit, and couldn't see her eyebrows clearly.

Lu Yu's eyebrows half-closed.

I think it’s a misunderstanding. After all, it’s not Fu Zhi who spends money on murder. Fu Zhi wants to explain, "Actually—"

"Sister, don't disclose personal information casually in the future." He picked up the water glass from the ground. The lights in the hall were half turned on and well lit. His eyelashes were long. When he lifted it slightly, a shadow fell on his eyelids. Don't pick it up."

Scam calls?

It's quite defending Fu Zhi.

Shen Cizhou was quiet there, laughed, and licked his scarlet lips, "I said, do you know who lied to me and Fu Zhi? The relationship between me and her for so many years, please don’t The three stepped in and asked her to line up with me. Thank you."

"Oh," Lu Yu understood deeply, and moved his lips. Under Fu Zhi's sight, his face was reddish, and his eyes were smeared with rouge.

He said, his voice stuttered, "She, fell asleep in my bed."

Shen Cizhou: "???"

What German orthopedics are you playing with me?

The phone was hung up by Lu Yushen with a "pop-".

Fu Zhi turned sideways to look at him.

He rubbed his fingertips nervously, his face flushed.

"He's not a good person, Zhizhi will be ruined by him."

It is the kind of very wronged explanation.

"You can call me from the branches," Lu Yu lowered his head deeply, clearly visible the thin blue blood vessels around his neck, his ears were red, and he was at a loss. "I have a lot of money. The money is not angry."

His eyes were red, and he looked like he was wronged.

Fu Zhi: "Okay."

it is good?

Lu Yu stared at her with dizzy eyes, and tentatively asked again, "Then, there will be later--"

He hesitated.

Fu Zhi didn't wait for his follow-up, raised his hand and looked at the time, "What?"

"Can't fall in love early."

"..."

He took a step forward, looked down, leaned in her ear, and said very seriously, "I really have a lot of money, and I will give it to you. People outside will covet your beauty and use money to cheat. You can't be fooled."

Just like Li Nanli who gave him psychological counseling last time.

Lu Yushen didn't like him, very much.

Fu Zhi: "..."

****

When Fu Zhi left the Lu's villa, Mrs. Zhang had just cooked a pot of red eggs and put two in a bag for Fu Zhi.

She turned around and saw Lu Yushen who was sitting on the side of the coffee table pouring water, and smiled, "Isn't the young master not wanting Miss Zhizhi to fall in love?"

"No." Lu Yushen said, misty and vague in his eyes.

He just didn't want his sister to fall in love early.

After all, my sister has to go to college, and then he has to raise his sister for ten years, and then if the sister thinks, she can go to work for a few years. After these ten years pass, he is not unkind, and he should not interfere too much in his sister’s relationship.

——

City a, Li family villa, meeting room.

When Fu Zhi passed by, Li Nanli was discussing matters with a few men in plain clothes.

A dozen young people stood behind Jiang Jinshu and Gu Yanqi.

Everyone's expressions are serious.

Seeing Fu Zhi directly coming in from the villa, Jiang Jinshu raised his eyebrows, his face was a little stiff, not so pretty.

On the contrary, Chen Jun behind Jiang Jinshu waved in Fu Zhi's direction from a few meters away. The dark-skinned man smiled with only a row of white teeth.

As for the other people in the conference room, they noticed Fu Zhi, and there was a quick flash of curiosity in their eyes, but they didn't say much, thinking that this should be what Jiang Jinshu said before, Mr. Li's girlfriend.

It looks good, but the age seems a bit young.

"Branches."

Fu Zhi moved the suitcase to the corner of the sofa.

Li Nanli smiled, took out a game console from the drawer, got up, and handed it to the little girl, "I still have a meeting to hold, you go to play for a while, and then take you to the airport."

His voice is very gentle, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes are all gentle.

Jiang Jinshu feels uncomfortable. If it's normal, forget it. This kind of thing involves company secrets——

Jiang Jinshu glanced in Fu Zhi's direction, and saw that she didn't seem to be leaving, and even sitting on the sofa to play games, her irritability reappeared, almost out of control.

Until Gu Yanqi touched his arm without a trace, and shook his head slightly to signal him not to challenge Li Nanli's bottom line at such important meetings.

Jiang Jinshu endured it and opened the documents in his hand. "The business in the Zheng family is not very clean. Han Qi and Tang Ying have already gone to Myanmar to deal with it in advance. The Zheng family’s father is critically ill and posted a message to the hacker alliance. Please'z' God to heal the disease, the Zheng family has no leader, we just go directly to buy..."

Jiang Jinshu was reporting on the mission, and halfway through speaking, he heard a "bang--" and a headshot.

On the sofa not far away, the sound of "pentakill" sounded.

Jiang Jinshu's forehead blue veins violently, "Miss Fu!" He didn't care about anything else, and subconsciously vented his dissatisfaction: "We are dealing with official duties! Please understand the priorities! Don't delay our plan and deployment!"

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