After wearing the play, she became the villain's wife

Chapter 79 Admission
Liu Jingmei cried and cried and suddenly turned her head to stare at Su Qingwu, "Little bitch, tell me, is this your trick? You asked Mrs. Murong to do this, didn't you? You want revenge, you came after me, Don't hurt my Qingrong!"

Su Qingwu bowed his head in silence, his slender eyelashes covered the light in his eyes.

Su Zhenhong shook his sleeves and yelled, "It's obviously your viciousness that hurt Su Qingrong! I paid for it, Qingwu worked for it, and lost face. You still don't know how to thank you, thinking that others are hurting you! Hmph, I should send you away! Go back to the northeast and let you be beaten to death!"

Liu Jingmei was so frightened that she immediately silenced her voice. With the current situation in Northeast China, she didn't want to go back even if she was killed, and she had nowhere to live.

Su Qingwu pretended to be cautious and said, "Aunt Jing, I tried my best!"

Liu Jingmei hated Su Qingwu to death, but she dared not speak, her eyes were weak and powerless.

This matter is a foregone conclusion, and the fuss is in vain. Originally, she had played cards with Mrs. Murong a few times, and she could ask for it, but the last time she went to Murong Mansion to play cards, she offended Mrs. Murong and the ancestors of the Murong family. It can only backfire!

She could only hold back her breath for the time being.
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This night, Su Qingwu slept soundly.

The next day,

Su Qingwu put Mayor Bai's recommendation letter in a diagonal cloth bag.

Put on a blue cardigan, a black skirt, and a standard schoolgirl outfit and go downstairs for breakfast!
Su Zhenhong said some words of encouragement, making her determined to give the Su family strength. After all, she is the daughter of the Northeast Cheetah, and she has her father's blood in her bones, so she should have inherited Su Zhenhong's excellent genes.

Su Qingwu smiled and nodded, feeling so disgusted that he was about to vomit!

Su Qingyang and Su Qingmian said some words of blessing respectively, but Fourth Aunt bit the bread in her hand hard and remained silent.

Su Qingrong was ill and didn't come down for breakfast!
Before going out, Dong Yun trotted after him, took out a piece of ocean and stuffed it into Su Qingwu's hand, "I need money to study hard at school. I told my mother, there is not much, but there is still less!"

In the TV series, the heroine’s mother, Dong Yun, never gave Su Qingwu pocket money. When something happened, she knew to force her daughter to die, and made her bow to the fourth aunt because of the money, and even went out to work. For the first time!
Su Qingwu hurriedly stuffed the money back to her, "I'm making money now, and I don't need your money!"

After speaking, Su Qingwu ran away in a hurry, and Dong Yun shouted behind her to tell her to be careful.

Dong Yun looked worried, "Why has this child changed recently?"Does she know something?No, no one will know about this! '
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Su Qingwu took the tram and arrived at the Junhai Martial Arts School.

In Junhai in autumn, the sky is cloudless, and the warm sun spreads out, covering the magnificent Junhai Martial Arts School with a gorgeous brocade.

At the gate of the school, the four characters of "Junhai Martial Arts School" look more vigorous under the sunshine.

The Junhai Martial Arts School, which only recruits 50 students each time, is a place to train successors of both civil and military skills for the powerful, so there are only two kinds of people who can enroll, one is the children of nobles, rich merchants and aristocratic families, and the other is those who have performed extremely well in their original units. An outstanding commoner who has experienced two years in a martial arts school and will contribute to society in the future.

"Jun, Hai, Wu, Xiao! This is the most magnificent place I have ever seen!"

A simple and honest exclamation sounded from behind Su Qingwu, and he turned his head to look.

The visitor was wearing a dark blue burlap gown covered with colorful patches, a pair of broken cloth shoes on his feet, and a small bundle slung across his body.

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