Shang Yu narrowed his thin lips and smiled coldly, but Mo Liang's gaze fell silently on the left pocket of Li Qiao's sweater.
At this moment, Li Qiao's hand was still in her pocket, catching the man's gaze, Fu Zhi reached out her hand heartily, a small kit lying on her palm crumpled, "Someone just gave me a peace and blessing, it's said to be able to You can go in and out safely, and if Master Yan likes it, I will borrow flowers to present the Buddha."
The man's gloomy expression gradually faded, and he stopped his finger-twisting movement. In Li Qiao's surprised gaze, his arm protruded out of the car door, and very proudly and slowly took away the little kit, "Well, I take it."
The moment he picked it up, his rough fingertips touched Li Qiao's palm, a little itchy, a little numb, like an electric current seeping into his skin, densely swaying his soul.
Li Qiao couldn't help lowering her head and holding the corners of her mouth. The mood that had been shrouded in the haze for a long time suddenly became clear.
It's a bit cute!
Does the dignified Nanyang overlord actually eat for this little thing?
Is it a taste?
"What are you doing in the old town?" Shang Yu played with the warm kit with one hand, which seemed to carry the temperature in the palm of the girl's hand.
Li Qiao brushed away the hair in front of her, shrugged lazily, "Do something, where's Ye Ye?"
Shang Yu stared at her, with unspeakable depths in his eyes, "Same."
"Then...Yan Ye will continue to be busy, I will go home first." Li Qiao stretched out his thumb and compared it twice toward the street.
Shang Yu looked down at the little kit in his hand, and said with his thin lips slightly sideways: "Go back, pay attention to safety when driving."
The last two words of 'safety' seemed to be emphasized by him.
Li Qiao faintly felt that the culprit was the safety kit.
She sighed silently, and after saying goodbye to Shang Yu, she walked to the Mercedes-Benz not far away.
Behind him, at the moment when the automatic door of the commercial vehicle was closed again, the little red kit dropped into the trash can on the side of the street impartially.
...
In the afternoon of the same day, Li Qiao received a call from her uncle Duan Yuanhui, telling her to go to school to defend her thesis tomorrow.
On the phone, Li Qiao asked lazily, "Is there any result of Jiang Yi's treatment?"
Duan Yuanhui responded, turning over the report on the table and said: "During her time at school, she had misbehaviour and secretly spread rumors and made troubles in the school. The school decided to expel the student for dismissal."
This result is very serious.
The students who were about to graduate, lost the diploma they were supposed to get because of a tragic scandal.
Li Qiao said indifferently and without sympathy.
At this time, Duan Yuanhui drank tea to moisturize his throat, and said one more thing, "Do you know that your paper has been copied?"
Li Qiao was about to hang up for a while, "I don't know."
"If it's just the above-mentioned problems, I might not give her such a serious punishment.
Yesterday afternoon, when the school committee checked the outline of the paper you submitted, it unexpectedly found that Jiang Yi was 50% similar to your paper.
Especially the document source and the process of experimental recording of the biological research institute are almost the same.
You also know that the bioengineering papers involve plagiarism, which is more serious than the scandal she caused.
So even if she didn't persuade her to leave, she couldn't graduate as scheduled. "
Hearing my uncle's reminder, Li Qiao raised her eyebrows with interest, "How can she define her copying me?"
Duan Yuanhui asked with a smile but not a smile, "When you think I don't know the documents of the Institute of Biological Sciences, you are the only student in the school who are qualified to read it?"
"Oh, my uncle is really amazing." Li Qiao praised in a perfunctory manner. Duan Yuanhui cursed the little bastard and hung up the phone.