This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 567 I don't know what is good or bad
The AB man turned around and left without saying a word, and quickly got into the car and left.

Grace looked at the embarrassed Yang Ke, raised her hand to caress the left side of her cheek, and smiled grimly: "Next time you offend me, you won't be beaten and taken out of the trash."

Xia Liushui stood behind Grace. He wore glasses and his eyesight improved a lot. He looked at the scene in front of him, and obviously, he understood it.

However, that figure from the back really looks like Xu Jingyi, so much like her.

Xia Liushui walked over, but Grace had already got in the car and left, Xia Liushui lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly: "How could it be her, it's impossible..."

school.

Luo Xiaojiang sat on the seat, then secretly took out the diary, glanced carefully at Gong Jiuche who was in the last row, and then started to write.

Gong Zhuo kept sneezing, and his face was a little red.

Gong Bingyi came over: "Zhao, you have a cold like this? Why do you still come to class?"

Gong Zhuo took a few pills, and glanced at Gong Bingyi: "If I don't come to school, I won't be able to see my goddess."

Gong Liuying shook her head: "I see, you are really very sick."

Gong Zhuo said happily: "I am happy to be sick for my goddess."

The school bell rings.

Qian Bingtong pushed open the classroom door, and she was the last one to come to the classroom, she let out a breath, sat down quickly, and then took out the textbook.

Gong Zhuo had just clearly seen that Qian Bingtong was holding a schoolbag, not clothes and an umbrella, and he was still looking forward to the goddess washing the clothes and folding the umbrella, and then said gratefully: "Zhao, thank you!"

Of course, this is just fantasy.

Gong Zhuo was a little disappointed, but he still asked: "Bingtong, did you forget to bring my coat and umbrella?"

Teng Zhouyi listened, and looked at Qian Bingtong ambiguously: "Oh, I still have the coat and umbrella..."

Qian Bingtong frowned, looking displeased, she turned around: "Isn't it just a piece of clothing and an umbrella? What about you? Are you a man?"

Gong Zhuo was stunned by the scolding.

Qian Bingtong's expression was unnatural, and her tone softened a lot: "Your coat and umbrella were thrown away by my nanny."

"..."

Gong Zhuo opened his eyes wide, moved his lips, and felt desolate in his heart.

Qian Bingtong explained simply: "I put it in the living room, she probably didn't know it was trash, so she threw it away."

Gong Zhuo's fingers trembled, but his face was still smiling: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a coat and an umbrella, just throw it away."

Qian Bingtong ignored Gong Zhuo and turned around.

Gong Zhuo pursed his lips, his smile seemed a bit bitter, he suddenly coughed violently a few times, and then covered his chest, but his head hurt so much, it seemed like it was going to split open.

Gong Zhuo wanted to pick up a cup of boiling water, but Qian Bingtong glanced at him, and said coldly: "Class has already started!"

This class is English, and Qian Bingtong is the representative of the English class and is qualified to manage people.

Gong Zhuo walked up to him, holding the cup in his hand, then smiled mischievously, retreated to the table, and couldn't help coughing again.

Qian Bingtong raised her eyes to look at the water dispenser, she suddenly got up and walked over.

Luo Xiaojiang also walked over to get a cup of boiling water, Qian Bingtong reached out to turn off the water heater, she said coldly: "The teacher said at the class meeting last time that hot water is not allowed in the future, you are all wasting it!"

Luo Xiaojiang frowned delicately, she looked at Qian Bingtong: "Bingtong, it's cold now, everyone needs to drink boiled water."

Qian Bingtong pursed her lips, then picked up Luo Xiaojiang's cup and helped her get a cup of boiling water, she said: "It was just closed, there is still hot water in it."

After she finished speaking, she returned to her seat.

Luo Xiaojiang wasn't angry either, anyway, Qian Bingtong helped her get a glass of water, she returned to her seat, Grace raised her eyes, a hint of sinister flashed across her eyes, when Luo Xiaojiang was about to sit down, she gently pushed away her chair.

(End of this chapter)