Class 19 is recognized as a waste class. Not to mention the elite class and the international class, even the ordinary class looks down upon it.

Zhong Zhiwan knew that Xiu Yu was just a bad girl who hung out in nightclubs and racing circuits, but she knew that Jiang Ran was not simple.

This is what she accidentally heard from Mr. Zhong——

Jiang Ran is related to a big family in the imperial capital.

Even if they are not at the level of the Mu family, they are not something that the four wealthy families in Shanghai can afford to offend.

And now, Ying Zijin beats Jiang Ran, what are the consequences? Do you still need to think about it?

Zhong Zhiwan wrapped his fingers around the earphone cord: "Auntie, at noon, I saw Jiang Ran leaving school on a motorcycle, don't go back..."

"Auntie knows." Zhong Manhua restrained his shock and anger, "I'm really troubling you, Wanwan."

"That's right, aunt." Zhong Zhiwan said, "Grandpa asked me to look after my cousin more at school. I can't go against his wishes."

Then he said casually: "But aunt, I think it's better not to let grandpa know about this matter. The family affairs are enough to worry grandpa."

Zhong Manhua also means the same thing: "You should be sensible. Wanwan, you can study in peace and let my aunt solve the problem."

She hung up the phone, her chest heaving violently, and she was very angry.

It had only been a few days since school started, and Ying Zijin had already caused her a lot of trouble.

You just decided to change classes on your own initiative, and now you're actually beating people up again?

Is it better to fight Jiang Ran?

The housekeeper also heard it and was surprised: "Madam, is Jiang Ran the imperial capital..."

"That's right." Zhong Manhua was annoyed to death, "The Imperial Capital deliberately concealed his identity. Even I only know that he took his mother's surname."

Jiang Ran's mother is from the Jiang family in Shanghai.

After some calculation, Jiang Ran still needs to call Jiang Moyuan uncle.

The housekeeper considered it: "Madam, the second lady beat Young Master Jiang Ran. Let's not mention the imperial capital. The Jiang family will not let it go."

If it cannot be handled properly, the Ying family's shares will inevitably be in turmoil for a while, and the loss will be hundreds of millions.

"I knew I would always clean up her mess." Zhong Manhua sneered, "You go and write a check first, and I'll go to school and take her to Jiang's house to apologize."

The housekeeper understood: "How much do you think is appropriate, madam?"

"Five million, and take the piece of jade that the master bought at the auction a few days ago."

When Zhong Manhua thought that she had to spend so much material resources to apologize to the Jiang family for Ying Zijin, the guilt that had finally risen in her heart disappeared again.

The housekeeper nodded and went down to get ready.

**

the other side.

Xiu Yu was still happily imparting makeup knowledge to Ying Zijin, sitting on the table with his legs crossed: "I recommend some civilian cosmetics to you."

Ying Zijin listened very seriously and took a small notebook to take notes.

Halfway through, Xiu Yu suddenly stopped: "You've never been exposed to these before, right?"

Ying Zijin hummed.

Xiu Yu, who had always lived a life of fine clothes and fine food, felt uncomfortable in his heart. He only felt that the beautiful girl was really miserable.

"It's okay. I'll protect you from now on." She put her arms around the girl's shoulders and said generously, "You can tell me Xiu Yu's name in school. No one will dare to bully you."

Ying Zijin was startled.

After a while, she narrowed her eyes and smiled softly: "What you said reminds me of someone."

Xiu Yu was curious: "Who is it?"

"My best friend." Ying Zijin said calmly, "She also said this."

"Oh." Xiu Yu didn't ask much, "Have you ever practiced your skills?"

Ying Zijin bit open a bag of yogurt: "That's right."

She also spent some time in China, when ancient martial arts had just emerged.

She seemed to remember that she also had several apprentices.

Because the body's functions have been developed to the limit of human beings, the life span of ancient warriors is longer than that of ordinary people.

"That's great!" Xiu Yu was very happy, "Then let's learn from each other another day."

Ying Zijin paused.

She was actually quite afraid that she wouldn't be able to hold back her strength and would maim someone.

"Dad Ying!" At this time, a younger brother hurried in, "Dad Ying, the director of moral education wants you to go to the office."

Ying Zijin finished drinking the yogurt and stood up: "Thank you, I understand."

The younger brother was flattered. He scratched his head and laughed: "Dad, you are welcome. If you enter the door of Class 19, you are one of your own."

"Director of Moral Education?" Xiu Yu frowned, "Don't go, the principal of Class 19 can't control it anyway."

"Go and have a look." Ying Zijin didn't care, "It will save you more trouble."

"That's right." Xiu Yu also stood up, "I'll go and take a look with you, but who the hell is Dad Ying?"

The last sentence is to ask my younger brother.

"Sister Yu, you don't understand this." The younger brother said, "You and Brother Ran have been relegated to the second generation. Dad Ying is the same generation, so he is naturally the father."

Xiu Yu couldn't find anything to say to refute: "..."

She kicked him up and scolded with a smile: "Get out of here quickly and see if Brother Ran can still get up."

**

Moral Education Office.

"Mrs. Ying, I have asked the students to call." The moral education director said, "I will be here in a moment. You can do it first and have a cup of tea."

"No need." Zhong Manhua was not in such a leisurely mood, "Wanwan, has Jiang Ran not returned to school yet?"

"Auntie, you don't have to worry so much." Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, "Jiang Ran doesn't always follow the rules and often runs out."

Zhong Manhua pursed her lips and became even more irritated.

How could she not be worried.

What if the Jiang family doesn’t accept the apology?

After waiting for a full fifteen minutes, the door was pushed open.

The girl is wearing a neat school uniform and a high ponytail.

Half a strand of black hair passed over her lips and fell down, making her slender neck look even whiter.

The appearance of this good student made the moral education director very satisfied: "Classmate Ying Zijin, your parents are here and they have something to tell you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Manhua stood up with a cold face.

She raised her hand and slapped her directly.

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Ah, it has been serialized for so long, the public issue cannot be more easy to attract readers tvt

Recently, the number of posts has been decreasing. Those who are still reading, please come out and have a bubble.
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