Jiuye's little wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 222 I have an opinion
"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off, Sorry, The number you dialed is power off."

In the car, Jun Wuyong frowned slightly, with worry in his eyes.

Thinking of the missing Jun Zhenghao, Jun Wuyong felt more and more uneasy.

"Call the bodyguard who secretly protects Xue'er."

"Yes."

The moment the car door opened, Jun Wuyong heard someone saying 'Yan Ruoxue from the economics department is too ruthless, gang fight'.

The hand that was pressing the temple paused, Jun Wuyong raised his eyes, and said to Feng Yong, "Go and find out."

"Yes."

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Inside the Academic Affairs Office.

"In the entire department, how many people are participating in the military training? Why didn't I beat others, beat them both? You ask, why did I beat them!"

Zheng Xiaotian and Qian Hao looked at each other, but they couldn't say anything.

"Son, you really said it!" Seeing that her son was silent for a long time, the middle-aged woman couldn't help asking.

"Excuse me?" Yan Ruoxue shook the Chengzi phone in her hand with a half-smile, "Do you want me to speak for you?"

"What are you talking about! It is a fact that you beat my son, and it is wrong wherever you go! See if you beat my son, and pay for the medical expenses quickly, or believe it or not, I will sue you! Or call your parents!" The middle-aged woman walked up to Yan Ruoxue and said very forcefully.

"Sue the parents?" Yan Ruoxue suddenly became interested, asking Yan Zhao for money, interesting!
I saw that Yan Ruoxue picked up the pen on the table and wrote a series of numbers, and handed it to the middle-aged man happily, "Okay, this is Yan Zhao's phone number, you can call."

"You didn't lie to me, did you? Besides, who is Yan Zhao?"

Yan Ruoxue clicked on the file on the dean's desk, "It says on the file, Father: Yan Zhao, Mother: Jiang Shiya, let's call!"

"Big sister, forget it, children fight every family, just for fun, besides, these two big guys have never even beaten a little girl, how embarrassing!" Qian Hao's father saw the little girl Unbearable to be bullied, stepped forward to persuade.

"Go, go! What's the matter with you, you have the heart to see your son being beaten, but I can't bear it!" As she spoke, the middle-aged woman took the phone number and dialed it.

"Sorry……"

The phone was hung up, and the middle-aged woman looked at Yan Ruoxue with an unkind expression: "Little girl, you won't lie to me, will you?"

"No, he may be in a meeting. You keep calling. If you call too much, you will naturally pick up."

The middle-aged woman dubiously called again, but was also hung up.

After more than a dozen times in a row, the call was finally connected.

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you have children studying at Peking University?"

"Yes, what's the matter? You're sick! Keep calling! Didn't I tell your teacher in the Academic Affairs Office? I don't have time. I'll talk about it later!"

The man's angry voice came from the handset of the mobile phone, and everyone in the office heard it clearly.

"I'll talk about it later. Your girl beat my son! Hurry up and pay for the medical expenses!" The woman's angry roar was no less than that of Yan Zhao.

After a brief silence on the phone, he asked suspiciously, "Did you beat your son? Didn't Yan Ruoxue get beaten? Are you kidding me? Yan Ruoxue's little arms and legs can beat people?"

"Everyone is broken! Come to the school urgently, and I'll tell you, if you don't pay for the medicine today..."

Before the middle-aged woman could finish speaking, Yan Zhao shouted angrily on the phone, "No medical bills! Dudu..."

Looking at the blacked-out screen, the middle-aged woman yelled angrily, "Who is this! What do you mean by medical expenses...I..."

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Yan Ruoxue, who was calm and composed, and the middle-aged woman wanted to pull her away angrily, "No! You go to the hospital with me now! My son's medical expenses must be paid to me! Ten thousand! No! Twenty thousand! They have been beaten like this, and their minds are all shadowed!"

Yan Ruoxue turned sideways to avoid the woman's hand calmly, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Twenty thousand? Ma'am, you are extorting money!"

"What kind of money is being extorted! You have more than 7000 mobile phones in your hand, and you still need this little money from me! If my mother is extorting money, I will ask you to ask for [-]!"

"Yo! I still have to thank you?" Yan Ruoxue grabbed the paper on the table with a smile, pointed to the phone on it, and said, "If you have the ability, see? Ask the person on the phone! You ask me What do students want!?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged woman immediately showed her ability to be sarcastic and indulgent, "I won't let you go today! Let's see if I will give you money!"

Yan Ruoxue looked sideways at Zheng Xiaotian.

Zheng Xiaotian, who was beaten, was standing in the corner with his head down, bewildered, as if he didn't know what to do.

The dean at the side obviously looked like he was watching a play, sitting there motionless, as if he had nothing to do with himself, hanging high.

At this moment, Yan Ruoxue really wanted to beat up these people again, but it was almost time for school, if Uncle Jiu found out...

For Uncle Jiu——she endured it!
Yan Ruoxue took out her mobile phone again, and said to the middle-aged woman, "This is a new mobile phone I bought. I happened to try the recording function today, and it happened to record a scene on the playground, or... let's advertise it widely. One shot?"

The middle-aged woman stared hesitantly at the phone in Yan Ruoxue's hand.

Yan Ruo looked sideways at the dean at the side, "It just so happens that I know someone who works in the news department of the TV station. She complains about the lack of news every day, and helping the school to make a name for herself is also the duty of us students."

"puff!"

Hearing this, the dean, who was about to drink tea, coughed instantly.

Yan Ruoxue let out a cold snort, looked at the middle-aged woman, and kindly reminded her, "Wretched female classmates or something... It doesn't seem to have any effect on finding a job in the future, right?"

Hearing this, Qian Hao's father couldn't sit still for a moment, and hurried forward, "Student, I have something to discuss, let's..."

Yan Ruoxue sideways avoided, and said to the middle-aged woman, "Since there is no objection, I will send the video to my friend to have a look..."

"I have an opinion." Qian Hao's father blurted out anxiously.

"If you have an opinion, don't tell me!" Yan Ruoxue glanced at the teaching director and the middle-aged woman beside her.

Receiving Qian Hao's father's gaze, the dean stopped coughing instantly, and blurted out, "That... I also have an opinion."

Under the pressure of Qian Hao's father's gaze, the dean cleared his throat, and said to the middle-aged woman, "Zheng Xiaotian's mother, you have to think clearly! For the sake of your son's future, are you sure you want to continue? You My son is still young, and there is still a long way to go, if he cannot find a job after leaving school, what will happen to his future life?"

(End of this chapter)