please make money

Just intimidate, just intimidate, just pretend to be a fool.

But ask yourself, you brought dozens of younger brothers to surround the opposite side, and the other side neither gritted your teeth and endured the humiliation under the crotch, nor shouted 30 years in the east of the river and 30 years in the west of the river. Instead, you took out a black and round thing, even with a Enemy Ten is also trying to force you to eat it...

It can only be said that even dogs dare not eat it!

"okay--"

An Lele rolled up her sleeves and strode forward.

Just as she stepped forward, a half-grown kid rushed out of the crowd.

Although this person is not tall, nor strong, even his face is ordinary.

But he was very courageous. Seeing the dire situation, he immediately roared, pulled out a wooden stool leg from behind him very bravely, and hit An Lele with his head sideways. can be heard.

Everyone stood on the street in friendship, but he really came here to fight, and even copied guys.

It's a pity that he met a version of a supermodel player who shouldn't be here...

【Snapped----】

An Lele grabbed the other end of the prismatic wooden stick with thick wrists with her bare hands, and her hands were as steady as if they had been put in a plaster cast.

"Boy, sneak attack?" She grinned happily: "It's a pity, you don't even have the strength to hit someone, so why are you a bad boy?"

No one knows how An Lele's skinny, tomboy-like body possesses so much strength. She didn't let go of the stick, and the other hand turned into a knife. Kacha——】Split the wooden stick in half in one stroke.

The white sawdust at the broken stubble was flying away, and the momentum shocked the surrounding people so that they subconsciously took several steps back.

"With your physique, I could hit ten when I was eight!"

After saying that, An Lele threw her hand away, like a sheep in a herd of tigers, rushing into the crowd and killing.

From time to time, I could see the boy who was thrown flying several steps before falling to the ground, rolling and crying, and the voice of his mother screaming for help was endless.

Xiaojie was shooting with his mobile phone, and Jing Ershao stumbled and called the police, his voice was tense and very credible.

Alicia?

Aaliyah is watching...

After fighting like this for more than ten minutes, the crowd separated, half of them were lying on the ground and rolling, and half of them retreated to the corner of the roof timidly. Ruhong——

"Who else--"

There is only one sister Lele in the whole Bingzhong Middle School!That's me Anlele!

Alicia's ears moved slightly, and she whistled when she heard the faint sound of a siren coming from outside.

An Lele took advantage of the opportunity and threw the brick at the person next to him, who subconsciously caught it, not knowing why, but felt it was hot.

But when he looked over, he saw that An Lele was already squatting on the ground, shouting emotionlessly——

"Ah—don't hit—it hurts—"

...?

The bewildered boys looked at each other and moved their feet, only to hear the roof gate behind them being slammed open.

A group of security guards wearing anti-riot supplies shouted hoarsely: "Stop! Stop everyone!!"

The boy holding the brick turned his head subconsciously, only to see a semicircular steel fork poking towards him with a whimper.

"???"

……

……

"I didn't! She really hit us!"

"You beat them and don't allow them to fight back? What's the point!"

"She hit us first! First——"

"Then what do you mean, it's her—" the dean pointed at the crying Alia: "A person! I found you! On the rooftop, I beat the four of you!"

"Yes!" F4 nodded again and again, yes, that's it!

"Then I asked you to call people, and you went to call thirty or forty students."

"Hmm! That's right!"

"Then thirty or forty of you students, on the rooftop, drugged the two girls—locked the door—you—"

The dean said that he felt that if he continued to speak, he would violate the prohibition. He swept the table in front of him viciously, his face was red with anger, and his eyes were bloodshot: "You think that if you have money in your family, you can treat everyone as an idiot Huh?! Four people! Two boys were locked in a corner with chairs by you—two girls were caught by you and almost caused a catastrophe—”

As he said that, he patted the table and found that the evidence had fallen to the ground, and quickly picked up two more mobile phones: "There are these! And these girls! Beating people! Beating in the toilet! Kicking in the dormitory! You all know— - you - you -"

Good guy, Aliya quickly wiped away the crocodile's tears, and went up to support this dean, who is actually quite righteous besides being a bit greedy for money, this one is really so angry...

After a while of first aid, the teaching director patted his heart and recovered his strength: "It's hopeless...these scum...all of them are hopeless..."

Aliya patted him on the back: "Director Wang, don't be angry, no one wants this kind of thing to happen."

Everyone really doesn't want this kind of thing to happen, but whether he wants to or not, he has to take responsibility this time!

It's not just him, if this incident becomes serious, the social pressure will be enough to cause the entire Bingzhong Middle School to collapse suddenly.

Director Wang looked back like a flash, and grabbed Alia's hand: "Student Ai, this matter...they will give you an explanation for this matter, and we guarantee that they will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation! You must never tell you The elders in the family speak up!"

Fat boy Zheng Cai sent people over for half a day, and the four children who had relatives were almost ruined by someone gambling on the rooftop.

Director Wang put himself in this matter and thought about it, and felt that if he didn't turn Bing Zhongzhong School over, he would feel that he would not be able to suppress the anger.

The silly and sweet Aliya looked around in embarrassment: "I...I think it's better to tell my parents...or let them tell my parents..."

"Your Father Lingtang is now - where is the high school?"

Aliya pointed to the ceiling without making a sound.

Director Wang's eyes went dark, but fortunately, the hurried voices from the corridor pulled him back again.

Qian Shao, the boss of campus F4, looked back and jumped up in surprise: "Dad! Mom!"

Aliya also jumped up in shock: "Mr. Qian?"

Mr. Qian, one of the 18 veteran shareholders of Aishi Group, who did not want to be named, almost sat down in shock.

"Big, big, big—Miss?!"

"..."

112-Dragon King Temple still rushed

Big, big, big, big!Big volume?

Alia gave an annoyed 'tss—', it seemed that the play couldn't go on.

Ai Rulong's eighteen humerus ministers back then may not be capable enough but they were full of loyalty. They had to follow Ai Rulong all the way to the dark when they became sellers, leaving a good story in the mall.

Such a guy, perhaps after the disappearance of Ai Rulong and his wife, did not have much faith in Alia.

But it would be too nonsense to say that they treat Aliya as an enemy without any affection...

In other words, no matter whether the campus F4 actively bullies Alia or is passively bullied by Alia, it has nothing to do with the elders at home, it is purely their own brain twitch.

After all, if they knew Alia's identity, the campus F4 would at least keep a respectful distance from the young lady Alia.

If you are more obedient, then hurry up and become a younger brother—isn’t this flooding the Dragon King Temple?

Aliya smacked her lips, recalled the name of F4, and found that she could really match up with the eighteen shareholders.

Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng, Feng Chen, Chu Wei...

Good guy, I don’t want to know, I’m startled when I think about it—is the background of this world so perfunctory?

Bullying yourself for not knowing hundreds of surnames, right?

"Miss, you are here..."

Qian always had a bad premonition, and seeing his son drooping his head with a look of ruined face, this bad premonition was even more full.

"Miss, I heard that Gouzi bullied in school—cough—offended, offended some classmates...won't it be..."

"Yes, it's me, do you have any objections?" Aliya said with a fishy-eyed look, "Your son is super cool, he's a bully on campus, and he brings dozens of younger brothers to the rooftop to block people if he doesn't agree with each other. "

"..."

Mr. Qian looked back at his son, and had the illusion that giving birth to him would be better than giving birth to a piece of barbecued pork.

If I knew I should have shot him against the wall!What kind of prodigal stuff - don't implicate your father and me if you want to die!

This is our boss!If you give the boss to...huh?

Mr. Qian seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Aliya suspiciously: "But miss, haven't you already gone to college?"

"This is not a place to talk." Aliya stood up: "Let's talk in another place. Have you come by car?"

"……opened."

"Walk--"

……

……

Mr. Qian's car is not like the level of Ai Ruhu and Ai Rulin, and it has a special driver.

He drives an Audi A8, but he drives it by himself. Obviously, the seemingly glamorous money is actually quite frugal.

Think about it, too. After all, the property department of the Aishi Group says they are the masters of the house, but in fact they are only responsible for their own part of the operation, not a complete holding.

This is equivalent to the feudal kingdoms in ancient times. In theory, the kings of the feudal kingdoms are the masters of each feudal kingdom, but in fact the central government has to send someone like the prime minister to take charge, and the king is just a false king.

If it is a strong man like the third master Ai Rulin, he can achieve the integration of the upper and lower parts, which makes Aliya sigh that the subordinates of my subordinates are not my subordinates, but the property department is not yet able to do this.

Mr. Qian carefully carried the four of them to a place, and when he looked up, he found that it was actually a hot spring resort hotel.

"Miss, this is..."

"Hotel." Aliya tugged at the collar: "I thought I could clean up, but I didn't expect it to be my own, so I'm too lazy to do it, so let's take a shower first."

Then your habit is quite unique, Mr. Qian muttered to himself, when he saw a heavyweight figure coming out of the hotel, his body directly occupied the revolving door by himself.

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Good sister, let me relax, don't my sister welcome me?"

"Hahaha, how can there be such a reason? Opening a hotel and not welcoming guests? It's just in time. Today we just changed a group of girls from the spa. They were transferred from the beauty salon. They are very skilled!"

Although Ms. Kong didn't know why Alia came to patronize the business again, but it's not that she didn't give money. The more acquaintances came to prove that her hotel is good!

Mr. Qian waited on the saddle, tossing and tossing for several hours before everyone began to formally 'talk' about things.

In the separate hot spring pool in the back garden, An Lele was wearing a swimsuit and had a water fight with Xiaojie, sister Jing managed the company's affairs remotely, Alia was resting on a deck chair with two slices of cucumbers on her face, and Mr. Qian stood cautiously. Be around like a big butler.

"Mr. Qian, sit down—how are you resting?"

In all fairness, Aliya really didn't bother him, and even invited him to the hotel to rest at her own expense.

The salary of the poor little customer service has been gone for more than a month, and Alia even used the small deposit bank to make up for the shortfall...

But Qian always scratched his heart and felt uncomfortable!

You said that if this caused trouble, your boss would slap the table angrily and scold you. After the scolding, the matter will basically be over. It should be changed and moistened. .

But your boss took you to the hot spring spa in a friendly manner, and asked you if you were happy, so you probably have to beat the drums mentally, don't you just hold back a big one and come soon?

Mr. Qian sat down with his butt half stretched, and behind him was F4 with his head drooping——F4's family knew each other, and now Mr. Qian was their half-father, the kind they shared.

"Miss, this matter..."

"It's my fault." Aliya took off a piece of cucumber and chewed it, then turned her head and glanced at the poor F4: "I didn't expect them to be our children."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Mr. Qian relaxed most of his heart when he heard the tone, and hurriedly hit the snake with the stick: "Quick! Call the eldest lady! Come and admit your mistake!"

F4 looked at each other, reluctant but dared not say anything, stepped forward and bowed insincerely to apologize, the voice was very low and spiritless, like a mosquito screeching.

"Mr. Qian, do you know why I came here?"

"This...why?"

"My younger sister, Ai Liyu, the only daughter of my third uncle, is studying in Bingxin Middle School."

"Ah - I really don't know about this!" Mr. Qian was surprised, so they were so close?