"Come on you, I think you can't eat grapes and say the grapes are sour, and you are hypocritical to give them to me!" I mercilessly pierced Guo Qing's thoughts.
"Uh, this, hehe!" Guo Qing immediately blushed.
"Guo Qing, stand up for me!" Just after the morning self-study, Ye Xiaoxiao appeared at the door of the classroom.
After hearing this, Guo Qing lazily stood up. Ever since Guo Qing hangs out with other gangsters on campus, he is no longer in awe of the school leaders and teachers as before, and always has a loose attitude.
"Guo Qing, I heard that you are quite capable, and what kind of school belle list did you choose?" Ye Xiaoxiao stared at Guo Qing with a gloomy face.
At this time, I saw Liu Kesheng standing behind Ye Xiaoxiao. Sure enough, it was this kid who told the secret. His uncle is already at the end of his rope, and he dares to play tricks behind his back!
Guo Qing also noticed Liu Kesheng, and gave him a hard look, so scared that Liu Kesheng quickly slipped into the classroom.
"Can you say something?" Ye Xiaoxiao said angrily seeing Guo Qing standing still.
"Squeak~!" Guo Qing made a sound with his mouth. After a brief silence, the whole class burst into laughter.
"You—" Ye Xiaoxiao said with a livid face.
"What me? Didn't you tell me to squeak?" Guo Qing said nonchalantly.
"I've never seen a student like you!" Ye Xiaoxiao stomped her feet, so angry that she didn't know what to say.
"Are you missing?" Guo Qing said casually.
"You—why did you choose this one?" Ye Xiaoxiao was almost stunned by Guo Qing, and finally remembered the purpose of interrogating Guo Qing.
"Don't do anything, which school rule prohibits me from being selected as a school girl?" Guo Qing said boldly.
Ye Xiaoxiao pointed at Guo Qing, her face blushed, she couldn't say a word, she almost cried.
Seeing Ye Xiaoxiao like this, I suddenly couldn't bear it. Ye Xiaoxiao is actually not very old, only in her twenties. He must be a spoiled child at home, how could he have been so angry!
Finally I stood up, patted Guo Qing gently, and said in a deep voice, "Forget it, you and Ye Xiaoxiao apologize!"
Guo Qing looked back at me, and then at Ye Xiaoxiao. Although he was reluctant, he still said, "Ms. Ye, I was wrong!"
I know that Guo Qing will definitely listen to what I say. Although this kid usually smiles with me, he already regards me as his boss, his backbone, and he will definitely listen to me in major matters. Because every suggestion or decision I give him is right.
Ye Xiaoxiao looked at me who stood up in disbelief, but immediately changed her eyes to gratitude. She knew that if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't be able to stand down in front of the whole class today. Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help thinking of the words I wrote on the English test paper, her face blushed for no reason. Why does this student always do things so unexpectedly? In dealing with things, it seems that he is much more mature than himself.
After Ye Xiaoxiao left, Guo Qing said dissatisfiedly: "Boss, why did you ask me to apologize to her? I haven't apologized to anyone yet!"
"Okay, even if you apologize to me, it's okay?" I said helplessly, Guo Qing is really awesome now, and no one in school can give him face.
"Hmph, your boss probably has a crush on Mr. Ye, you see how intimate he was just now, and he's still Ye Xiaoxiao!" Before I could speak, Zhao Yanyan interjected from the side.
"No way, Boss?" Guo Qing's eyes widened, with an expression of eating a fly: "What kind of vision do you have? You don't want to let go of several school beauties, and go after that older young girl?"
Older young women? After listening to Guo Qing's evaluation, I don't know what to say. It seems that Guo Qing still has a problem with Ye Xiaoxiao. Is this what students say about their teachers
It was past seven o'clock when I came out of Uncle Zhao's villa at night.
The issue of the factory building has basically been finalized by Uncle Zhao, and it is located near the outskirts of Songjiang City. There used to be a TV factory there, but it just closed down this year, and some welding equipment can be taken over directly. At that time, we only need to buy a chip production line. The TV factory was originally state-owned, and the factory buildings were all state-owned. Thanks to Zhao Limin's intervention, they rented it out at no cost.
I walked on the night road in Songjiang City, looking at the small vendors on both sides of the street and some food stalls selling various snacks, this feeling is really cordial. In my previous life, I always came to places like this with Guo Qing.
Walking to the familiar Malatang stall, my saliva couldn't stop drooling, thinking of the comments I had seen on the Internet in my previous life, what kind of Malatang is equal to gutter oil plus coliform bacteria, let's all go to hell.
"A bowl of Malatang, no coriander." I handed over two yuan and said to the owner of the Malatang stall.
"Hey, Wei'er, a customer is here, hurry up and grab the food." After receiving the money, the woman who looked like a boss shouted.
"Come on, Mom." A young and beautiful girl with a ponytail promised and ran over bouncingly, with a small apron tied around her waist. I was a little dumbfounded, simple and without any decorations, although the clothes are ordinary, but it can't hide the beauty of that day, if Zhao Yanyan is a lotus, then the saying "out of mud but not stained" is for her It depends. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe that there are such outstanding girls in this market.
"What do you want?" The girl casually picked up a small iron basket and said to me.
"What do you want?" The girl whispered again when she saw that I didn't respond and just stared at her stupidly.
I looked away in embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "Mushrooms, kohlrabi, tofu skin, and some gluten."
The girl grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the iron basket neatly, and handed it to the woman next to her.
"No coriander, do you want chili and vinegar?" The girl asked after pouring the cooked Malatang into a small basin.
"Yes, put more peppers." I said.
I took Malatang, sat at a small table by the side of the road, and ate it with relish against the dust and car exhaust. The taste is really good, it seems that we will visit more often in the future! In fact, I know very well that I am making an excuse so that I can see this girl.
"Hi! Wei'er, are you still busy?" A disgusting sissy came to my ears, relying on his head, could it be that he is the last eunuch of New China? Doesn't this make me vomit! I looked up.
A well-dressed young man in his twenties was standing next to the girl named Weier, followed by two little followers. At first glance, he is not a good person, and nine times out of ten he is a bastard in society.
"Oh, it's Mr. Yang! Do you want to eat spicy soup?" The proprietress immediately greeted him.
"Go and stay here, it's none of your business here!" The mean-spirited young man called Mr. Yang waved to the proprietress impatiently, not paying attention to her at all.