Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 7 Acquisition of Xinghui
Lu Qianchen raised his deep eyes slightly, and replied calmly: "Don't you always think that Kuangshi is embarrassed to call us brothers in private?"

"So, I decided to adopt your opinion, establish a positive social image of Kuangshi, enter the education field, and water the flowers of the future of the motherland."

"The most important thing is, isn't Kuestyle also involved in a film and television company?"

"It just so happens that the acquisition of Xinghui can also send fresh blood to my film and television company, and it will kill two birds with one stone."

Create a positive social image?Entering education?Water the flowers of the motherland?

Mei-too much medicine?Or was the brain short-circuited?

What about cheating ghosts?Still lied to so calmly and confidently.

As if he was born to be a hard gardener!
Xiao Tang babbled, he didn't believe his rhetoric at all.

And Lu Qianchen didn't even think about explaining to him. He just took the information in Langyan's hand and flicked it back and forth several times. Finally, with his slender and perfect fingertips, he stroked the first page slowly and pasted it. A one-inch photo up.

It was her student photo, just like the night when he saw her for the first time, clean and clear.

Xia Weiran... Xia Weiran...

The corner of Lu Qianchen's mouth evoked a faint smile, but under that smile, there was a submissive imperative.

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Xia Weiran didn't have a good rest for several nights in a row, as long as she closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see the female corpse lying in a pool of blood and killed by a sharp dagger.

I think it was the first time I saw the 'murder scene', and I was almost skinned into my belly again, so I had a heavy shadow in my heart.

After resting at home for three days, she was still a little dazed. Xia Weiran was just about to call the head teacher and ask for two days off, when her mobile phone by the bed rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, it was the teacher's call, Xia Weiran quickly swipe the screen to answer.

"Miran, are you feeling better? Oh, I heard that you are sick, I'm so worried."

"However, if you feel better, come to school quickly. I have something important to ask you."

Xinghui Academy is one of the best private aristocratic academies in the imperial capital. The students in it all come from wealthy family backgrounds, and they are either rich or noble.

In addition, in the past ten years, it has cultivated many domestic and international superstars, and has become the cradle of star-making.

Because of this, the tutors in the school have also become a little powerful, praising the high and trampling the low.

And as Xia Weiran, who is under the "social special enrollment" of Xinghui Academy's annual social poverty alleviation plan, he is often ridiculed by the class teacher on weekdays.

She thought that the phone call was from the head teacher calling to scold her for skipping class, but she didn't expect that the head teacher was so kind when he opened his mouth?

Xia Weilan stared at the phone for a while, then stammered back: "I, I'm much better, I'll go to school in the afternoon."

"Afternoon?" The head teacher said quickly, "No, no, it's too late. Everyone is waiting, so I'm missing you. I'll give you an hour at most. You must be at school before 10:30!"

After finishing speaking, the head teacher didn't give her any chance to refuse, so he hung up the phone with a bang.

Xia Weiran stared at the phone, listening in a daze.

(End of this chapter)