After the matter was settled, the group went downstairs. Fu Nanli instructed Fu Cheng on some matters and walked behind.
Lu Youyou walked in front holding Wen Qiao's hand, clenched her fist and said, "Qiao Qiao, this is really gratifying, so cool."
Wen Qiao looked back at the man, her heart full of gratitude.
Lu Youyou whispered, "Mr. Fu, who is so brave and brave for his beloved, is so handsome. He is my male god and my idol!"
"He's also my idol."
Lu Youyou smiled ambiguously: "He is your future husband, what's the point of calling him a male god or not."
Wen Qiao grabbed her.
The car stopped at Wutong Path next to the administrative building. Old Hu opened the door early, and Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao got in the car.
Young Director Zhou, as well as members of the board of directors of No. 9 Middle School and senior school officials stood by and respectfully saw the young master off.
The car window was half open, and Mr. Zhou was standing in the front. Fu Nanli smiled and said, "Come to Xiaotangshan to get together when you have time."
This was equivalent to sending an invitation letter. Zhou Shaodong said quickly, "Of course, of course."
His relationship with the Fu family was thus established, so he would be willing to do so even if the school was given to him for free.
Fu Nanli nodded slightly, and the car slowly left the administrative building.
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Nanli touched the top of her head and said, "Okay, don't worry. Let your brother come back to study tomorrow."
Wen Qiao held his hand, his eyes sincere: "I don't know how to thank you."
His big hand slid from the top of my hair to my cheek, "You don't need to say thank you to me."
Wen Qiao is not the kind of girl who would throw herself into a man's arms to show weakness and sympathy when encountering problems, but the more stubborn she is, the more people feel sorry for her.
Fu Nanli hooked his arm and hugged the person into his arms: "If you have any problems in the future, tell me first, okay?"
"Yeah." Her voice was a little muffled.
Wen Qiao returned home and heard Wen Chi's righteous voice while still in the alley, "At worst, I won't go to school anymore. I don't care about that kind of crappy school. At worst, I can join a club and play professional games."
"Don't talk nonsense, kid. Your sister has been running around to make sure you can study. You must study this book." Mother's voice.
"I just don't want her to smile to others anymore."
"Otherwise, I'll ask your Aunt Xiaojun. She has more connections."
"Mom, there's no need to ask Aunt Xiaojun." Wen Qiao entered the yard.
"Ah? No need?"
"Well, No. 9 Middle School has agreed to let Wen Chi continue studying there."
Su Yun was stunned: "Do you agree now?"
Wen Chi was a little suspicious: "Wasn't your tone very firm before? Why did you agree suddenly?"
"There is always reason. I told them you were not aggressive and brought Dr. Chen with me. After arguing with them a few times, they agreed."
Su Yun didn't think as much as Wen Chi did, she cried with joy, "Is it true? Qiao Qiao, is it true?"
"It's true, Mom. Don't worry. Wen Chi can go to school tomorrow. The school will provide a scientific education on mental illness to all teachers and students."
"Then your school is quite reasonable."
Wen Qiao smiled and said that it was also because the current owner of the school was reasonable.
"Well, Mom, make dinner. I'm hungry."
Su Yun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and happily went into the kitchen.
Wen Chi grabbed Wen Qiao's arm and said, "You didn't tell the truth. I know what kind of people our school's administrators are like."
Wen Qiao shrugged and didn't respond.
Wen Chi squinted at her: "Is it your boyfriend..."
(End of this chapter)