Allow her to be pampered

The two of them were very affectionate, and they didn't finish their homework until midnight.

Chi Rong's homework was written by Wu Qingzhi. In terms of handwriting, English arithmetic is not a big problem. He can still hold down the pen to imitate Chi Rong's notes, but Chinese is troublesome. I can't hold back my strength.

Chi Rong was afraid that Mr. Guowen's questions would be long-winded, so she asked Wu Qingzhi to write her a small note about her injury and difficulty using her right hand.

But who would have thought that after school, before the Chinese class, the head teacher Liu Liren personally announced the news in the classroom: Mr. Guowen has asked for leave, and today's Chinese class will be changed to self-study.

This is almost unprecedented. Mr. Guowen is dedicated to his work and healthy. He has established the school for many years and never asks for leave except normal weekends.

In this way, the little note prepared by Chi Rong was discarded.

Chi Rong was thinking about what to play in the self-study class, but saw Song Xiaoyuan at the front desk handed over a small note, opened it, and inside was a beautiful hairpin flower regular script.

"Actually, Mr. Zhang is on sick leave. His wife came to my shop yesterday evening to get some medicines. All the prescriptions are for antipyretic and detoxification!"

Chi Rong immediately picked up the pen and wrote crookedly: "I guess it's not a common wind and cold, could it be?"

She poked Song Xiaoyuan's back, rolled up the note, and threw it over.

Song Xiaoyuan unfolded the ball of paper, only turned around, nodded slightly to her, and counted it as an answer.

It's malaria.

Chi Rong's heart suddenly rose to his throat. If the teacher in the school is sick, then the school will definitely disband the staff and end the semester. It is extremely urgent to invite all the ladies to graduate.

She hadn't studied for a few years before she was about to be driven home by this unexpected disaster.

Although Chi Rong didn't have much interest in reading, there were two different things between having books that she didn't want to read and being unable to read them.

Just as he was thinking in his mind, class teacher Liu Liren entered the classroom again with a stack of blank papers. He counted the number of people and handed them out one by one. When he looked closely, he saw that it was a form with three large characters "Letter of Intent" printed on it.

Class Instructor Liu stood in front of the desk and said, "Gentlemen, graduation is coming soon, and the school needs everyone to fill out this form for filing. Please cooperate."

Chi Rong looked carefully at the blanks on the form. In addition to the name, gender, age and detailed home address, the family composition had to be filled in. Apart from that, there were no other questions.

What kind of letter of intent is this? This is clearly an information collection, and it is to prepare for the upcoming martial law!
Chi Rong filled it out truthfully, because her hand hurt, the writing was big and slanted, beyond the blank line.

After finally completing the most basic content, she was about to write about family, but she encountered difficulties.

Chi Rong then raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Liu, how should I fill in here?"

Liu Liren walked over with his hands behind his back, and saw that Chi Rong had left the two columns of home address and family composition empty, just because he was having trouble writing and was hesitant.

Chi Rong stammered, "Mr. Liu, you know my situation. Should I write about my mother, my mother's family or my husband's family?"

Liu Liren pondered for a while, and then said: "The husband is the guide for the wife, you can write about the Wu mansion!"

The classroom was already quiet, so everyone could hear Chi Rong's question clearly, and when Mr. Liu answered, the girls all laughed and booed.

Seeing the students like this, Liu Liren immediately suppressed them: "Masters, please be quiet!"

Liu Liren's active defense of Chi Rong was actually due to Wu Qingzhi's favor.

This Boss Wu often contacted him, sent people to give gifts in private, and even used some method to raise his salary.

This was Wu Qingzhi's secret protection for Chi Rong. Although she didn't know it, she was no longer worried and shy as before, and she was no longer afraid of others talking about her merits.

Chi Rong turned a deaf ear to it, and with the tip of a pen in his hand, he wrote crookedly on the paper stroke by stroke.

Home address, Chengdong, Fenghuangqi Road, No. 17, Wu Mansion.

Family structure, husband, Wu Qingzhi.

Mr. Guowen's leave, and the letter of intent that there is no silver 300 taels here, made everyone more or less guess a little clue, so the atmosphere in the school was a little dignified throughout the day.

In fact, although most of the students are nervous, they are not in a hurry. They are not afraid of anything except getting sick.

Most of the girls who can afford girls' schools are from the same family. Even if the school is closed and go home, they still live a pampered life. They can even take the opportunity to socialize, find a good marriage, and marry as a wife. Enjoy the happiness at her husband's house.

For this group of young ladies, reading is just a trend.

But there are always exceptions. In Chi Rong's class, there are a few girls from common people's families, who are sent here to be deblind by the family's money for tuition. If they don't have books to study, they can only find a job.

Everyone has his own destiny, the rich and the poor, great joy and great sorrow, all of them showed extremely naked meanness in the face of this sudden plague.

When school was over, Wu Qingzhi came to pick him up as usual, and Chi Rong told him what happened today.

Wu Qingzhi said: "Chi Rong, you can't eat out for snacks anymore."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Chi Rong would not be able to hold back his greed, so he added: "Tell the kitchen what you want to eat, and teach them how to cook it."

Chi Rong puffed her cheeks and argued with him: "Why do you think I only know how to eat and drink in your heart? I am very anxious now, really anxious. If I really have no books to read, where will I go?"

Wu Qingzhi thought she was cute when she was angry, so he just poked her pouty face like a squirrel's face: "Chi Rong, if you can't be idle, then think about what I said before, Come to the firm to do things, and you can learn more things.

He made a lot of sense, this kind of girls' school for rich girls can't learn any practical skills at all, it just provides a place for idle girls to have fun.

Arithmetic only teaches some basic calculations, and the Chinese is almost as good as it is, and the English is not as detailed as Wu Qingzhi.

Since Chi Rong entered the Wu mansion, he has been deeply influenced by Wu Qingzhi. He is proficient in all kinds of literary and martial arts, which is really admirable.

Chi Rong is well aware of her lack of knowledge, and with such an outstanding husband Zhuyu in front of her, if she is illiterate, she is afraid that she will be laughed at.

Chi Rong felt that it didn't matter if she was laughed at, but Wu Qingzhi was hurt because of her inability to be left or right.

Thinking about it this way, Chi Rong really moved his mind to join a trading firm.

But she was stubborn and always refused to answer generously. She just groaned: "Then you have to pay enough salary, otherwise I will have to find another job."

Wu Qingzhi laughed, knowing that Chi Rong had already made up his mind and would definitely come to work with him after graduation.

But he was not satisfied, he insisted on taking one more look at Chi Rong's blushing, so he had to gently and slowly pick up Chi Rong's ambition, just waiting for her to make a fuss: "Chi Rong, if you follow me, you must You can't accept my training, you have to rely on your ability."

Sure enough, what he said was ambiguous, with a double meaning.

Chi Rong immediately blushed, and when he spoke, it really did what he wanted, and it was Jiao Didi's reproach: "What kind of training is not training, you really hate it, I will never talk to you again!"