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Yang Qingheng's shoulders shook, and he opened his hand with a slap, glaring angrily: "I haven't settled the accounts with you for leaving me and running away last night. Don't get close to me."

Song Hengjue:......

Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him and entered the main room by herself.

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"I've helped you so much, is it okay to treat me to dinner?" Cheng Kai pulled out his chair and sat down next to Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng glanced at him and said confidently: "I didn't pay you for your help? Stay away and don't block my light." He waved his hand and stared at the test paper.

After a few weeks of hard work, she had picked up a bit of knowledge. Although she could not reach her previous level, she could at least rank among the top in the class.

Cheng Kai clicked his tongue: "I've done all the stealing for you, but you're not even willing to give me this benefit."

"Tell me how it went." Yang Qingheng was so annoyed by him that he suddenly lost his train of thought, put down his pen, and stopped writing at all.

Cheng Kai chuckled: "You don't trust me when I do things. I spray chicken blood on their house every day these days. I heard that they have invited several warlocks to come home to exorcise evil spirits... Oh, by the way, you asked someone else to help?"

"Why do you ask that?" Yang Qingheng looked up in surprise.

Cheng Kai rubbed the back of his head: "Tsk, the father and son didn't know who they provoked. They were beaten so badly that they were in bed for several days. They were still wailing in the middle of the night. It was difficult for me to spray chicken blood." "

Moreover, the parts where the hands are applied are quite dark, and the person who does them seems to be very cautious.

Yang Qingheng's mind was shaken, and after thinking about it, she couldn't think of anyone other than Song Hengjue who would do this.

"Hey, Yang Qingheng, why do you have such a deep hatred against their family? Are you poking at your ancestral grave?" Cheng Kai came over curiously.

After beating the younger one, you still want to scare the older one, which is quite a disservice.

Yang Qingheng was about to say something but stopped: "Why are you doing the business of poking at ancestral graves?"

Cheng Kai trembled: "You will be punished by God, don't think about it anymore, no matter how much money you have, you won't do it."

Black, this method is really dark!

He used to think that he was already wicked enough, but he didn't expect that there would be another mountain higher than the other.

Yang Qingheng rolled his eyes at him, it was just talk, but he took it seriously.

She stuffed the letter she had just written into her pocket and stood up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"You have nothing to do with it." Yang Qingheng waved his hand and arrived outside Song Hengjue's classroom in a few minutes.

It was lunch time. There was no one else in the classroom except him and Fang Nan. Yang Qingheng didn't feel restrained and walked in directly.

Don’t talk nonsense and get straight to the point: “Song Hengjue, was it you who beat this person?”

"Who are you? I look very relaxed?" Song Hengjue raised his head and glanced at her lightly.

Could it be that her parents really provoked other people?

Yang Qingheng was doubtful.

Fang Nan next to him couldn't help but rolled his eyes, what are you pretending to be? He wasn't the one who went crazy with a stick in the middle of the night two days before the relationship, right?

"Comrade Yang, have you eaten yet? Do you want to come with us?" He wanted to help his brother.

Ever since he found out about Yang Qingheng's marriage to Song Hengjue, he no longer wanted to pray for her blindness. Brothers and wives should not be bullied. Although he said he had no chance, it was good to be his sister-in-law. It would be more honorable to talk about it.

Song Hengjue's hand holding the pen paused.

Yang Qingheng agreed: "Okay, let's go."

There are not many people in the canteen now, and there is almost no need to queue when a few people go to get food.

Fang Nan was very hungry, and regardless of his appearance, he couldn't help but stuff a mouthful of food into his mouth as soon as he got the food. He couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Today's cold potato shreds are delicious, sister-in-law, you can also get one."

Song Hengjue subconsciously added: "She doesn't like sour potatoes."

Fang Nan burst into laughter and said in a joking tone: "Tsk, you know what people like to eat and don't like to eat, but you still pretend to be a black-faced weirdo every day."

Yang Qingheng's heartbeat skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked towards Song Hengjue.

Song Hengjue felt the woman's hopeful gaze, his temples ached, and he wished he could slap himself.

It's crazy.

Yang Qingheng was in a good mood and even ate a few more mouthfuls of food. After finishing her meal, Pidianpidian took the lunch box to wash, and also took Song Hengjue's away.

Fang Nan couldn't help but sigh: "Is my sister-in-law so good?"

He is virtuous. He is so virtuous that someone else has to wash his feet with water every day. He smiles when he is in a good mood, but the world ends when he is in a bad mood. In fact, he is cold and selfish in his heart.

Song Hengjue's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly wanted to reveal the woman's true face.

Yang Qingheng finished washing the dishes and subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains on her hands. Suddenly, an angry shout came from behind her: "You shamelessly followed Li Jiaoyan's boyfriend to eat. You are addicted to being a mistress." Right? Believe it or not, I’m going to tell the classmates in your class soon so that they can understand who you are.”

The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched, and she turned back to look at Chen Zimei: "I'm not talking about your eldest sister, why are you acting like a firecracker? Those who don't know think I'm poaching you today."

Chen Zimei frowned and was filled with indignation: "Yang Qingheng, what are you talking about? How could I steal my friend's boyfriend? Do you think everyone is the same as you?

Yang Qingheng: "So who told you that Song Hengjue is Li Jiaoyan's boyfriend?"

"What Li Jiaoyan said personally can be false." Chen Zimei put her hands on her hips.

For the first time, Yang Qingheng discovered that a person could be pitifully stupid and cute at the same time.

Suddenly a bad taste arose in his heart, and he took out a marriage certificate from his bag and thrust it in front of her: "Did you see that your Jiaoyan's boyfriend is my husband?"

Chen Zimei's eyes widened and he confirmed it several times, as if he was struck by lightning: "It must be Song Hengjue who cheated..."

"You're lying, don't you know that Li Jiaoyan and our Hengjue are from the same village, and she doesn't know that we are getting married with gongs and drums?" Yang Qingheng glanced at her sideways, breaking her fantasy for the second time.