All Stars are My Gourmet Fans

Chapter 285: 285 Is it a gift? no! Spiritual warming liquid!

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Jiang Qiuqiu stared at Mo Si for a while, not talking about his facial features. With such a dignified temperament, he really looked like a little prince like a lone wolf.

"thank you!"

"You don't need to thank me." Mo Si said, "Remember to think of me next time."

"You don't have to fight alone." He was tall and tall, his broad chest blocked the light from behind, and his shadow seemed to be able to cover Jiang Qiuqiu's entire body.

Jiang Qiuqiu hummed, "I will tell you next time."

"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" she issued a second invitation.

But Mosi refused, it was too late, sharing a room with... and a young girl, although he had nothing else to do, but...

It should be avoided.

"Then I'll go in first." She wanted to see what happened.

Just when Jiang Qiuqiu was about to close the door, Mo Si suddenly stopped her.

He said, "I forgot to give you something."

"Ah?" Jiang Qiuqiu thought for a while, and asked curiously, "Is it a gift?" A comforting gift brought by knowing she was hurt

The sense of anticipation hadn't disappeared yet, and Mosi raised his hand a little heavy, and the silver-white spiritual nourishing liquid glistened on his broad palm, "Mrs. Al said that you haven't drunk it tonight, three times a day, not once. few."

Jiang Qiuqiu: ...

Difficulty, is very difficult.

The door should have been slammed shut just now.

After dejectedly closing his eyes and drinking the warm nourishing liquid, Jiang Qiuqiu let out a long breath, "Okay, then I'll go back and rest."

"Go and rest early."

She closed the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Mo Si carried a box of nutrient solution and walked to Mo Chengyu's villa.

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Once home, sleep is certainly out of the question.

After all, it's still early, and I just finished drinking the spirit warming liquid, and I'm still feeling uncomfortable.

Lying on the bed, Jiang Qiuqiu opened the terminal and searched for the word Jiang Tianming on Xingwang.

She had been recovering from her injuries at Mrs. Ayer's house before, and she hadn't paid attention to the news from the outside world. I searched today and found that although it was still news, this matter was already very popular on Xingwang.

The first thing that pops up in the search is the social account of a spokesperson named Qiu Dao in the military office.

Judging from the narrative, it seems that not only Jiang Tianming was arrested this time, but everyone else in that small group seemed to be arrested as well. Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at the evidence——

It was more disgusting than what the original owner guessed in his memory, she frowned, but her fingers froze slightly when she saw the report letter.

There is no doubt that this report letter was written by her.

This letter was seen, and the person who oppressed the original owner to death was also arrested.

She looked through the comments, and hundreds of millions of people had already left their comments here, praising the military department, the general, and the spokesperson named Qiudao.

There are also people who feel sorry for the victims of this school, and feel sorry for the original owner who wrote the report letter:

—What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment, are these fools out of their minds? People have worked so hard to come here from low-level stars to go to school, it is so difficult, and they still have to meet this kind of stupid ****

—Can’t the federation review the admissions mechanism? Let people go to school with people, this kind of beast should go to a university exclusive to beasts. ==

— It’s not just the students’ fault, is it? Which school are these people from? The school is also a real scum!

Many people complained about the same people as the original owner.

Jiang Qiuqiu looked at it, and suddenly felt tears falling from her eyes. She touched her cheek, and the tears flowed down like beads, which was hard to restrain, but stopped suddenly after a few minutes.

She sighed, turned over and looked at the ceiling, the reporting letter was over.

It's over.