Chapter 135 The ticket circle overturned, sister Yue's skills (two more)
I saw a mobile phone next to the pile of analysis reports on the clean and tidy desktop.
The screen was on, staying on the Moments page. The latest one was posted by Zhong Ziang fifteen minutes ago——
Three pictures, only one protagonist: Jiang Fuyue!
The first picture: She is wearing a school uniform, looking up at the blackboard, her expression is serious, and her eyes are focused.
The second photo: The moment of the jump and layup was captured, the girl's hair was flying and her youth was infinite.
The last picture: Jiang Fuyue was leaning on the railing, the black suspenders made her slender frame, her skin white, and her long legs were randomly overlapping. At that time, she was looking to the right, with a long neck and a distinct collarbone. The setting sun in the distance was like fire, and the red clouds filled the sky.
With the text: [A hundred causes must have results, your retribution is me! 】
Xie Dingyuan frowned for the Nth time, and looked away for N+1 times, as if it was something unsightly.
As for the comments below, it's even more smoky and makes people not want to take a second look--
【Fuck! This girl is perfect! Properly sharp fruit ah! 】
[Future sister-in-law? 】
[Ouch, when did it start? 】
【Ang brother! Ang Ge! Seeking introduction! 】
[I suspect that you didn't go to Linhuai to suffer and suffer, but to enjoy the beauty. 】
[Wherever you go, it's still me, Ang Ge Niu X. 】
【…】
[100 points for copywriting, 101 points for photos, 1 more point is not afraid of your pride. 】
Xie Dingyuan walked over, picked up the phone, and turned off the screen.
After thinking about it, he unlocked it again, clicked on the comment, and entered a [smile] emoji.
At the same time, in a bedroom of the villa.
"Wipe!" Zhong Ziang brushed this, and was so startled that he almost rolled off the bed.
Soon, WeChat messages continued one after another—
"Brother Ang! Quick! Your uncle cheated!"
"Jiuye is haunted, rattan warns!"
"Angzi, your uncle is peeping at the screen, hurry up and deal with it!"
"You didn't group it when you posted it?"
"I'll delete it as a respect first, my brother ran away."
"I also deleted it... It turns out that I don't deserve to appear in the same comment area as Jiuye."
The beep keeps sounding.
Zhong Ziang was too lazy to look at it, so he returned to the circle of friends and swiped the comments below. Those who had been making jokes before Xie Dingyuan had already deleted themselves and fled. After Xie Dingyuan, it was even more empty, and there was not even a single like, let alone Comment.
Zhong Ziang: "..." Blame me, the grouping was missed.
With a single fingertip, the entire strip is deleted without any hesitation.
When Xie Dingyuan refreshed again and found that the update could not be refreshed, he put down the phone with satisfaction.
After arranging the analysis report, locking it in the drawer, and putting the glasses back to their usual fixed positions, the man turned off the light and left.
In the same night, when Jiang Fuyue was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, she received a call from Yan Zhenfeng.
"...Zhao Yongtao admits it. In addition, there are other violations of discipline and law that will be investigated. No accident, there is no escape from prison."
"Oh." Jiang Fuyue was very calm, obviously expected this result.
Yan Zhenfeng became more and more afraid to underestimate Xiao Yan: "The flight ticket has been booked, and the flight information should have been sent to your mobile phone. Pay attention to check it. On behalf of all the teachers and students of the summer camp, I look forward to your arrival."
Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips: "Then, see you tomorrow."
Seeing that he booked business class for himself, Jiang Fuyue didn't mind showing a good face.
After all, eating people is soft-mouthed.
After finishing the call, she put down the phone.
"Sister, are you leaving?" Brother Jiang Ruanuo's melancholy voice came from the upper bunk.
"Well. Go to the imperial capital."
"Then come back early, I will miss you."
Jiang Fuyue hooked her lips: "Okay."
The next day, Jiang Fuyue had breakfast, took the suitcase that had been packed two days ago, and headed to the airport.
On the way, she sat in a taxi to practice German listening for 20 minutes, and finished two sets of IPhO real questions.
Driver: "Girl, the airport is here."
Jiang Fuyue took off her headphones and paid to get off the bus.
When she took out the luggage from the trunk, she was violently pulled on her shoulder. Seeing that the satchel was about to fall off, she immediately pulled it back.
He actually dragged the thief in front of him, without giving the other party extra time to react, Jiang Fuyue kicked the man on the knee.
Hearing a muffled groan, the man touched the ground with one knee, his expression distorted for a moment due to the severe pain.
"Grab my bag?" she laughed.
"No, no... I accidentally touched it."
Jiang Fuyue gave him another leg with symmetry, but this time he controlled his strength, but it was enough for a man to drink a pot.
"Ask again, robbed or not?"
The man was sweating like rain, gritted his teeth, and jumped out word by word: "Grab it."
It looked a bit tough, but in fact, I was already crying unrestrainedly in my heart: I didn't read the old yellow calendar when I went out, so I met the female Hades! Who says thin and tall girls are the best to grab?
Thin, indicating little energy; tall, usually slow, but at this moment he just wanted to rant at the person who said--
Fuck your motherfucker!
"Beauty, I beg you, don't call the police, okay?"
Jiang Fuyue turned a deaf ear.
"Auntie, have pity on me, I have no choice but to take this road. There are old and young, and my wife is still paralyzed in bed. It's too hard for me!"
At that time, Jiang Fuyue had already picked up the phone: "I want to call the police, there is a pickpocket at the third gate of the airport..."
The man actually called the police when he saw that she was not getting enough oil and salt!
Immediately, with a fierce look in his eyes, he reached out and took out a fruit knife from his trousers pocket.
Jiang Fuyue calmly ended the call, kicked off the knife in the opponent's hand with a back spin, and slashed the opponent's hands in front of him.
"Ah—it hurts!" the man screamed, tears streaming down his nose.
This movement attracted a lot of melon-eating crowd to watch, some people pointed, and some people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.
On the opposite side of the road, in a low-key black Mercedes-Benz, Zhong Ziang witnessed the whole process, his scalp tightened suddenly.
He suddenly felt that Jiang Fuyue was very kind to him.
At this moment, a chuckle came from the side, and Zhong Ziang turned to look at his uncle...
2,000 words at the second watch, 6:30 watch.
The retribution of Sand Sculpture Bell is not Sister Yue, it should be my uncle...