The Marriage Favorite of the Age: The female partner in the control group was doted on by a rough ma

Chapter 23 Accusing someone of crimes and pretending to be pitiful

The anger in Wen Wu's heart suddenly rose. Could it be that her sweet and innocent look was just for him?

He got off the car and wanted to rush into the classroom and pull her out to ask her, but he held back after walking a few steps.

The exam bell has already rang, wait until she finishes the exam.

Teacher Yang stared at him, thinking that he would angrily go to An Haitang to settle the score, but unexpectedly, he stood still after walking a few steps.

Just now, An Xiaocha ran into his office and secretly gave him a note, begging him to file a civil and military complaint against An Haitang. How could he dare to neglect the little beauty's request?

"Aren't you going to talk to her?" he asked after Wen Wu.

Wen Wu said calmly: "Can you tell me more specifically, what happened between her and the boy? How did she bully An Xiaocha?"

Teacher Yang was choked by his sudden question. He wiped his nose with his fingers, cleared his throat, and said, "Have fun with the boys, eat with them and hang out with them."

"Have you ever gone out alone with a boy?" Wen Wu asked.

There are security records for students leaving the campus. Teacher Yang coughed: "Probably not."

Wen Wu went to the guard room and asked the uncle for the entry and exit records of the students this week. After checking, he said to Teacher Yang: "She has not been out."

"Oh……"

"You said that An Haitang bullied An Xiaocha. Did she attack her or insult her? Are there any classmates who can testify?"

"There's no such thing as beating or scolding... The discipline in the school is very strict, so she doesn't have the courage."

The doorman interrupted: "Aren't these two sisters you're talking about? Haitang was worried that her sister wouldn't come home late at night last night, so she stayed at my place until ten o'clock to see her come back before she went back to the dormitory."

Teacher Yang's expression suddenly changed, and he asked gloomily: "Was An Haitang waiting in the guard room last night?"

"She said her sister has gone out, so don't worry. Wait until she comes back," the guard replied, "The child is fine. How can she bully others?"

Wen Wu's face was stern, and his sharp eyes fell on Teacher Yang's face.

"What do you know? Some things can't just be taken at face value!" Teacher Yang scolded the guard.

Wen Wu said coldly: "Then what do you want to see? You accuse my wife of not respecting herself. What evidence can you show me?"

Teacher Yang was at a loss for words. The majesty and coldness of the civil and military forces made him dare not look at him. He had a sullen face and walked away angrily.

The guard whispered: "Don't believe what this bastard says. This kid Haitang is quite good. The old man has watched people all his life and will never miss him."

Wenwu smiled and nodded: "Thank you, uncle."

"Go back quickly, before it's still frozen and you can walk on the road."

"Hey!"

Wenwu didn't wait for the end of get out of class and hurriedly got on the road. It was still raining and sleeting, and there was not much snow on the ground. He had to hurry up and go shopping and return to the village before dark and heavy snowfall.

At the end of the two-hour exam, An Xiaocha still had a third of the paper left to write, so she had no choice but to hand it in.

When she passed by An Haitang, she looked at her full test paper and felt so angry that her heart ached.

She always thought that she would be dragged out by Wenwu to settle the score, but after waiting for a long time, she did not see Wenwu rush into the classroom and stage this big drama. After all the papers were handed in, An Haitang had free time in the morning. An Haitang went back to the dormitory alone and sorted out the cotton clothes and quilts that Wenwu had given her.

Her mother-in-law also made her a new pair of corduroy cotton pants, which she quickly put on. The cotton pants are in a trumpet style, they are warm and not bulky, they look so good!
  My mother-in-law’s craftsmanship would be too hidden if she didn’t open a fashion processing shop!
  Take out the thick quilt, and there is a jar of pickles, a jar of wheat sauce, a jar of dried fish, and a jar of dried bacon on the bottom layer of the package. Each jar is labeled.

There was a note under the jars, and Li Xiumei left a message for her: Haitang, I have been rushing to make clothes these days. I don’t know if they will fit me. Don’t worry about the style. It’s cold, so keeping warm is important. Eat the vegetables slowly, as the weather will not spoil them. Pick out a little at each meal and put them under the rice to heat. We are all fine, don't worry, if we are civilized and military, life will be fine in the future. As long as our family is harmonious, we can overcome any difficulties.

After An Haitang read this sentence, his nose felt sore inexplicably and tears filled his eyes.

Although they are all cheap relatives, if we continue to deal with each other like this, our feelings will really come out...

Take it easy, God knows when you will break off the script and return to your normal life.

An Xiaocha came back dejectedly. She opened the door and came in. She saw An Haitang's new clothes and pants, so many dishes, and a thick quilt. She was so jealous that her teeth itched with hatred.

"You have robbed others of their happiness, but you still have peace of mind!" she said angrily.

An Haitang glanced at her, "Didn't you write this yourself? You are scolding me!"
  Damn it, the more Little Camellia behaves like this, the more she wants to be friendly with Wenwu and the entire Wenwu family, which makes her mad.

"Oh, I feel so guilty." She laid out the new quilt and folded her original quilt and clothes neatly.

"Lend me your quilt and clothes." An Xiaocha came over and took away her quilt and clothes. It was too cold to sleep last night, and her thin clothes couldn't withstand the cold. She really couldn't stand it anymore.

An Haitang rolled his eyes at her and asked abruptly: "You worked so hard to get the real questions last night, how many points can you get on the test today?"

An Xiaocha's face turned red. She glared at her and yelled, "What's the real question? What are you talking about?"

An Haitang could see her guilty conscience, smiled faintly, walked over, picked up her chin with his fingers, and his smile faded.

"For a certificate, don't ruin your reputation and yourself!"

An Xiaocha clenched her fists and moved her mouth, but said nothing.

After lunch, An Haitang took out the pots and jars and put a little of each in the lunch box.

"If you want to eat, just take it yourself." She looked back at An Xiaocha.

An Xiaocha was so greedy that her mouth watered. She didn't refuse, picked up a small jar and made some, especially bacon. She poured half of it in one go.

An Haitang took some from her bowl. It was enough to last for several days, but she couldn't finish it all at once. It wouldn't kill her!
  When they left the dormitory together, An Xiaocha no longer looked arrogant and said pitifully: "Sister Haitang, you have seen how I lived in the Shen family. If I can't get the certificate, life will be even more difficult for me after I go back. Can you help me?" Please help me."

"How can I help you if I have no knowledge or skills?" An Haitang said calmly. An Xiaocha pretended to be pitiful, but she didn't accept it. Without real talent and learning, no one could get a certificate and go back to harm the villagers.

An Xiaocha rolled her eyes at her and said, "Stop pretending, I just saw that you have finished all your test papers!"

She was depressed again. The character assigned to her was obviously poor in homework, had a low IQ, was stupid and bad, so why could she answer all the questions?

"Hey, Sister Haitang, Zuo Lihua is here!"

Zuo Lihua was An Haitang's best friend in modern times. She was startled, stopped suddenly, and looked in the direction An Xiaocha pointed.

When she reacted, she realized that she had been fooled.

(End of this chapter)