Chapter 1213: Meat and female characters conquer the dark night emperor 9

Chapter 1213: Meat and female characters conquer the dark night emperor 9

Some people will never understand the principle of accepting it as soon as it's right, and take others who don't want to pay attention to her as if they're afraid of her.

Shu Ange saved the ppt, closed the notebook slowly, then stood up from the chair and approached Zhao Wanrong step by step.

Her eyes were bright and clear, making Zhao Wanrong feel ashamed, and the more she did, the more she hated Xia Lingli.

"Lingli, what's wrong with you, I'm sorry... I made a blunder just now. I thought you were in trouble at Yunni Business Club last night, so I wanted to help you."

"Snapped-"

A loud slap landed on Zhao Wanrong's face. She covered her red and swollen cheeks and stared at Shu Ange in shock.

"This slap is to remind you of one thing, slandering others has to pay a price."

"You hit me..."

Zhao Wanrong was about to cry, with tears in her eyes, like a poplar swaying in the wind.

Shu Ange smiled slightly, raised his hand, and slapped Zhao Wanrong on half of Zhao Wanrong's cheek.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, she was surrounded by bad people at the party yesterday, and Zhao Wanrong just happened to hear about it today.

She thought with her toes, and she could guess that it must be Zhao Wanrong's concubine who was venting her anger again.

Zhao Wanrong is so innocent, she didn't hurt anyone, she just cried out her sadness and grief in front of her concubine.

The concubine is responsible for the harm, and Zhao Wanrong is responsible for forgiving the victim.

Two consecutive slaps landed on her face, and Zhao Wanrong was completely blinded. Her skin was already soft and tender like tofu, but when Shu Ange slapped her twice, it instantly swelled up.

"You hit me... you hit me."

Zhao Wanrong asked with a crying voice, Shu Ange smiled, and rubbed her wrist in front of her: "I'm sorry, my hand has its own thoughts. When I meet someone I hate, I can't help but pat it."

As she spoke, she waved at Zhao Wanrong again: "It's like swatting a fly."

Zhao Wanrong looked at Shu Ange tearfully, feeling infinite grievance in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it, she looked extremely pitiful.

People outside heard the movement inside, and finally someone couldn't help but enter the door to persuade them to fight.

"Wan Rong, Xiao Xia, what's the matter with the two of you? We are all classmates. If you have anything to say, talk to me."

Someone came in, Zhao Wanrong seemed to have found the backbone, grabbed the other party's wrist, pointed to her face and said, "I was talking to Xia Lingli when she suddenly slapped me twice."

Everyone looked at Zhao Wanrong's face so swollen, and looked at Shu Ange with a little more accusation.

Shu Ange was not too frightened. She nodded to the classmate who entered the door and explained with a smile, "Something happened just now. After classmate Zhao Wanrong came back, she kept slandering and insulting me with various words, so I slapped her in the face."

"I don't... I care about you!"

Zhao Wanrong forcibly defended, and everyone vaguely heard some conversations between the two outside. At this time, they were both so righteous and confident, and some did not know who to believe.

Shu Ange took two steps towards Zhao Wanrong, looked at her with a half-smile, and then pointed to the recording pen on the table.

"Well, see, I've already recorded it. I've written down every insult and slander you've made to me. Of course, you can hold me accountable for slapping you. Well, I'll also consider proving it through legal channels. own innocence."

Shu Ange had a relaxed and comfortable smile on her face, and Zhao Wanrong suddenly stayed there when she heard the "legal means", even forgetting to cover her face.

The other students looked at the two of them and didn't know what to say.

After being stunned for a while, Zhao Wanrong said in a trembling voice, "Lingli, I didn't mean to pursue you. We are classmates. Although you have a lot of prejudice against me, I still hope that we can get along well."

Shu Ange laughed again, she swept Zhao Wanrong from head to toe, and said with her arms crossed, "If your face is swollen into a pig's head, don't force yourself to play Xiaobaihua, right? My classmates, thank you for your concern. Here, I I solemnly declare that I, Xia Lingli, are sitting at the top of the line, and finding a job is entirely up to my own ability."

Having said this, Shu Ange paused, put away the smile on his face, and his expression became very solemn.

"I know that people may misunderstand me because of some people's rumors. But here, I stress again that I will take up legal weapons to protect myself against those who insult or slander me in private. So, fellow students If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me directly, don’t always hear stories.”

Shu Ange was upright and calmed down everyone. After all, they were all students in their early twenties who had not yet emerged from the ivory tower. How many people could have the courage of hers.

Everyone believed in Shu Ange's confession, and their doubts about Zhao Wanrong naturally increased.

She couldn't stand everyone's eyes, with tears on her face, she left in a hurry.

Zhao Wanrong walked aimlessly on the campus, thinking of the humiliation she received in the dormitory, her heart almost broke.

Although she came from a poor family, she has never been slapped like this.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved Zhao Wanrong found. She found a bench, put her head on her knees, and cried loudly.

When she was crying and sad, the phone suddenly came, Zhao Wanrong glanced at the caller, swiped the answer button, and cried to the person on the other end of the phone, "I was slapped, are you satisfied, happy? , isn't your favorite thing to torture me?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Jiaoyang frowned and asked, "Where are you, I went to your school, what happened."

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be looked down upon."

Zhao Wanrong continued to cry and shout, Song Jiaoyang sank his face, and said impatiently: "Do you still want your brother's medical bills? Take a picture of your location and send it here."

The word "medical expenses" stopped Zhao Wanrong's crying abruptly. Zhao Wanrong wiped her tears and whispered back: "I am in the small garden on the side of the Peiwen teaching building, and I sent you the photo."

She hung up the phone, took a photo and sent it to Song Jiaoyang, then took out the wipes and wiped away her tears silently.

Five minutes later, Song Jiaoyang in a suit appeared in front of Zhao Wanrong.

She raised her head and looked at him with her tear-stained cheeks swollen, her fingers twisting the corners of her clothes uneasily.

Song Jiaoyang bent down, took out a handkerchief, wiped away the tears for Zhao Wanrong, and said with disgust, "Why are you so embarrassed, with snot and tears on your face, are you deliberately disgusting me?"

"No, I didn't..."

Thinking of her brother's medical expenses, Zhao Wanrong chose to compromise.

After Song Jiaoyang wiped her tears, he pulled up her wrist: "Follow me."

"where to?"

Zhao Wanrong was staggered by Song Jiaoyang, bit her lip and asked pitifully.

"Go find the person who hit you."

"No need... The fight has already been fought, so don't worry about it anymore."

"Is it Xia Lingli? You said before that you wanted to go back to the dormitory, but she has always treated you very badly."