The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Jiang Ruoyue fanned the hot tea and lowered her eyes. She just didn't think of it before, but if she thought of it, she would definitely make good tea for He Yi.

His classes are full in the morning and in the afternoon, he has an iron voice and even an iron lung can't stand it.

He Yi glanced at the office, they were still packing their things, the teachers who were about to go home gritted their slightly itchy teeth, if they all left right now, he would definitely hug Jiang Ruoyue by his lap and rub her to the bone.

Seeing that school was over and He Yi hadn't left yet, Jiang Ruoyue glanced at the thick dozen test papers on the table, maybe she had to stay to change the test papers.

"Teacher He, just say a few words and it's enough to play a game."

"That's right, Mr. He, it's for their own good to have strict requirements on children, but for women, it's better to feel pain. These days, there are still many bachelors, so we still have to respect it."

……

A few male teachers packed up and passed by He Yi's desk, really couldn't bear Jiang Ruoyue's situation, so they babbled a few words.

What a wonderful woman, how could she be willing to scold her? In their view, He Yi is a typical example of being in the midst of blessings and not knowing the blessings.

Hearing these words, Jiang Ruoyue twitched her lips happily, and everyone said she was doing well.

When the teacher had left, He Yi was about to get carried away seeing Jiang Ruoyue's happy look.

He Yi is drinking his saliva right now, and he still has to meet He Chen, so he doesn't have time to talk to Jiang Ruoyue.

He took a sip from the cup that had dissipated some heat. This was the ordinary Biluochun tea given to the teacher by the school. The tea fragrance was not strong enough, but it moistened the throat.

After taking another sip, the dryness in his throat was suppressed a bit. He Yi closed the cup, took a pen and paper, and put them on the table.

"Write a [-]-word review. I'll go out and read it when I come back."

Jiang Ruoyue's happy expression just now was immediately stunned, what, review, her temples twitched, 1 were unwilling to write a review.

She has never had a strong feeling for literal things.

When she was studying, she was good in every subject, but she was not good at composition. She is also an adult, and adults still need to write a self-criticism?

Jiang Ruoyue bit her lip stubbornly, she didn't write.

"Still not convinced? Think about it for yourself. Before I told you to stay away from him, you have met him no less than three times. Jiang Ruoyue, did you take my words to heart? Listen with your left ear and speak with your right ear." ?”

Jiang Ruoyue interrupted him: "He came to look for me on his own initiative, I didn't take the initiative to look for him."

"What I saw was that he was behind you, some distance away from you, and you took the initiative to go back and chat with him, and he even retreated from behind, Jiang Ruoyue, your husband's eyes are not blind yet."

He Yi told her the facts.

"..."

Jiang Ruoyue felt a thud in her head.

She took the initiative to walk away, but he didn't see it, why did she just see him go back to find He Chen, she instantly felt that she couldn't wash herself off even if she jumped into the Yellow River, but she still tried her best to explain.

"I saw that He Chen seemed to be suffering. He seemed to be sick. He was propped against the wall and his body was still shaking, so I couldn't bear to go back and ask him what's wrong?"

He Yi sneered and asked back.

"Can't bear it? When he was cruel to me and killed me, you were quite tolerant? You were not arrested by their father and son, and you were locked in a dark dungeon. Don’t you have the heart to know that bullets that were like rain last time were shot at us, and most of them were shot by his old man He Rong? Jiang Ruoyue, don’t be so naive to me.”

Jiang Ruoyue opened her mouth, and He Yi said a long paragraph, which made her feel as complicated as stuffed with hay, numb and sour.

She just really looked at He Chen as if he was seriously ill, and she couldn't do nothing about it.

After a while, Jiang Ruoyue's eyes felt sore and swollen. How could she not feel sorry for him, she would rather bleed herself than see him get hurt.

When he was in a coma, she was so frightened, her tears flowed uncontrollably, and she was in a panic. He Zhentian drove her out of the hospital, and she risked her life to sneak in and stay by his side .

Now it is said that she cares about outsiders, not him.

Jiang Ruoyue sat down, took the paper and pen, dug them into the paper, and buried her head.

However, what He Yi said was very reasonable.

He Chen secretly chased and killed him, killed him, poisoned him, and made him suffer all kinds of torture. She was also full of sympathy for He Chen, which really stimulated him. She was wrong.

If it were me, a woman caused her to be tortured, and when this woman was not feeling well, He Yi still cared about that woman, so I must have fainted on the spot.

Just can you stop writing a review and let her do push-ups, squats, and exercise.

He Yi looked at her depressed look, as if when she squeezed her eyes, big pearls would fall out.

He Yi couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, he spoke too loudly, she couldn't bear it?

But he wasn't threatening her, he was telling the truth, she would be sold and helped to count the money.

But although He Yi's words were reasonable, he was still worried about Jiang Ruoyue's appearance. Before going to the teahouse, he decided to settle her matter first.

It happened to make He Chen wait for him. How can he atone for the things he did by waiting for a few hours?

He Yi leaned towards Jiang Ruoyue and lowered his voice: "Are you going to cry?"

Jiang Ruoyue pushed him away, and neatly wrote three words on the top of the white paper, Criticism.

Write as you write, and read while writing.

But I wrote the title, and wrote the title in the upper left corner, husband.

Enter the text.

I shouldn't be getting close to He Chen today...

She couldn't write it anymore, and the matter was summed up in ten concise words.

He Yi stared at the extremely short content on her paper, and was taken aback for a long time. After a long time, she wrote these words solemnly?

Jiang Ruoyue said in a low voice: "When I was young, my composition was not good. I was not sensitive to words. I racked my brains for an 800-word composition for the college entrance examination. You still want me to write 3000 words. You are really a devil, even you can Punish me otherwise."

"others?"

"Well, squatting, running, these can also exercise your body."

To put it bluntly, she even squatted on horseback. According to his request, she would cry within a minute of squatting.

He Yi reminded her, "The graduation thesis needs tens of thousands of words."

Jiang Ruoyue picked a corner of the paper, "That's different, it's written according to the material, this one is just like a composition."

"Then don't write it, but remember the lesson of this time."

Seeing that she really hurt her brain, at least she started to write. With this attitude, He Yi no longer forced her.

Stop writing?Jiang Ruoyue still didn't believe his words, and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm going out, you can write the review if you want to, and don't write if you don't want to. If you have time, please correct the test paper and wait here for me to come back."

As He Yi said, he stood up and strode out.

He Yi left just like that, and there was no teacher in the office. Jiang Ruoyue stared at the self-criticism in front of her, raised her eyebrows, and thought about what he meant just now.

Is it true that she is not allowed to write, or is she so disappointed in her that I let her go and write or not?

Jiang Ruoyue picked her head, picked up the pen, racked her brains and began to write.

What she dislikes the most is that others are disappointed in her.

Unfortunately, a teacher came home only to find that the key was left in the office. When he came back to get it, he saw Jiang Ruoyue immersed in writing and writing. Curiously, he came over to take a look, widened his eyes, and read out in surprise: " The review paper..."

Jiang Ruoyue, who was immersed in writing the review, was awakened by the sound, her face turned into an apple, and she subconsciously covered the content with her elbow.

It's so annoying, she didn't notice why someone came back.

Originally, only she and He Yi knew about this matter. Now, tomorrow, all the teachers in the school must know that she is such an adult, and she is still writing a self-criticism...