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"I didn't take it." Cheng Xi's voice was cold, as if he wasn't the one being accused.

Zhao Chenchen snorted, with grievance written all over his face: "Mr. Cheng, being poor is not the reason for you to steal. You said you didn't take it, but the video surveillance showed that you were the only one in the office during that time. How do you explain this?"

"Mr. Cheng—" Director Ren immediately answered, "I think it's better to do a search to prove your innocence, what do you think?"

"Dong dong dong" Han Jin couldn't listen anymore. He walked into the office and saw several people in the office. Two male teachers stood opposite Cheng Xi, and two female teachers sat beside him staring at him without speaking.

And Cheng Xi, with his thin back facing the door, a gust of cold wind blowing from behind, lifted his hem, revealing his right hand, which was naturally wrapped in gauze, looking lonely.

"Cheng Xi——" Han Jin went straight to Cheng Xi's side, not noticing that Cheng Xi's back stiffened when he called out his name, and there was a sudden change on his face that was expressionless and cold— —His lips were tightly pressed, and the corners of his eyes were flushed.

"Then search." Cheng Xi took a full view of Han Jin's worries and tensions, and glanced coldly at Zhao Chenchen, with a calm tone.

The corners of Zhao Chenchen's mouth couldn't stop rising, and he didn't have time to think about why the rich second generation and the poor boy came back, and why they met Cheng Xi.For a moment, he quickly suppressed the urge to laugh, and looked at Director Ren: "Director Ren, then I will trouble you."

"Okay, then I'll go and have a look."

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became tense.

All eyes were on Director Ren, and he opened Cheng Xi's schoolbag, drawers, and even Cheng Xi's cup, but he didn't find the watch.

Just when Han Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Director Ren targeted a stationery bag, which was the one that Han Jin gave Cheng Xi the pencil before.

Immediately, under the shocking eyes of everyone in the office, Director Ren slowly took out a watch from his stationery bag, disbelieving and heartbroken:

"Teacher Cheng, how do you explain?"

"You really took it?" Zhao Chenchen hurriedly took the watch and held it tightly in his hand.

"Mr. Cheng, I really didn't expect that you, as a teacher in our tutoring center, would actually steal things." Director Ren stared at Cheng Xi angrily, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Even the two female teachers who were sitting aside and called over temporarily sighed secretly. One of them shook his head and said, "I wanted to introduce my niece to Teacher Cheng's class, but now..."

Zhao Chenchen secretly observed the reactions of the people present, except for the new rich second generation and the poor boy, everyone else believed that Cheng Xi was the one who stole.He chuckled in his heart, knowing that the task that the man had given him was about to be completed, and after tonight, there would be an extra 10 yuan in his account.

As for the watch... Zhao Chenchen glanced at the "gift" he was holding tightly in his hand, and sneered inwardly. Even if it was the last gift his grandma gave him, it was just an item. How could it be worth 10 yuan? Compare?

So, in the next second, Zhao Chenchen's face changed suddenly, he stared at the watch and shouted in panic: "Here, is this watch broken? Why doesn't it turn?"

"Let me take a look." Director Ren was startled, took the watch to check it, and suddenly became even angrier, pointing at Cheng Xi and scolded: "Mr. Cheng, it's fine if you stole the watch, why did you destroy it? Are you really unacceptable."

"Mr. Cheng, I don't know where I offended you, but this watch is my most precious gift, you..." Zhao Chenchen's voice gradually choked up, he couldn't continue, and he bent over as if he had been hit hard Trembling all over, he clenched his watch tightly and couldn't speak anymore.

As soon as these words came out, Han Jin's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, his brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were tightly pursed, and he unconsciously pulled Cheng Xi's arm hard.

As for Cheng Xi, who seemed unable to hear the surrounding accusations, she just stared sideways at Han Jin, and said in an unreasonably low voice, "You think I took it too?"

"I don't believe it. There must be some misunderstanding here." Han Jin didn't want to blurt out.

Cheng Xi's grievances were all written on his red eyes and clenched fists. How could he have stolen it?

Looking at the trust and worry in Han Jin's eyes, Cheng Xi, who had already been designated as a "thief", suddenly smiled, and he raised his cold eyes slightly, staring at the aggrieved Zhao Chenchen and the indignant Director Ren : "Call the police, check the fingerprint on this watch, and you will know if I have taken it."

"Fingerprint?" Zhao Chenchen raised his head and looked at Cheng Xi in surprise. He hadn't reacted to the secret joy of "the 10 yuan will be credited to the account immediately", and his face was bewildered.

"That's right, fingerprints." Han Jin mentioned the heart in his throat slowly, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call the police: "As long as the police come and find out that there is no Cheng Xi's fingerprints on it, everything will be revealed gone."

Cheng Xi is too smart. In such a desperate situation where all the evidence points to her, almost no one believes her, she can still think of a way to prove her innocence. She deserves to be the protagonist in the book! ! !

"Okay. Call the police." Director Ren said with a serious face, "Even if the police will leave a record, you are to blame for this matter."

Zhao Chenchen was tense all over, and was secretly scolding Director Ren for talking too much, when he heard a thick baritone voice from the office door: "Call the police? Did something happen?"

Everyone looked at the door, only to see Luo Fanfan, who had been silently observing everyone all this time, shouted in surprise: "Uncle."

"Everyone... After all, we are colleagues, so let's forget it." Zhao Chenchen heard the "uncle" just now, his legs became weak, and he barely stood firm by holding on to the table next to him.

"How can it be forgotten? If the matter is not investigated clearly, Cheng Xi will be charged with 'stealing' forever." Han Jin stepped forward to stand in front of Cheng Xi, facing Zhao Chenchen: "Mr. Zhao, if Cheng Xi really took your watch , I am willing to personally compensate you 30 yuan."

"But if you intentionally wronged Cheng Xi, I guarantee that your reputation will quickly spread throughout City A." Han Jin took a step towards Zhao Chenchen. When the other party heard his last words, he couldn't stand anymore and kicked his butt. Sitting back on the chair, the whole person was frightened and dejected, and the image of "the victim is wronged" a few minutes ago disappeared.

Cheng Xi looked at the back of the young man in front of him. He was obviously thin and thin, but there was light shining on that man's back, which added endless warmth to the whole cold night.

"What's going on here?" Luo Junbo frowned tightly. He was just going out to run some errands. How could the counseling center call the police?

Because of the principal's arrival, it is impossible to call the police, even if it is for the reputation of the counseling center.

But not calling the police does not mean that this matter can be concealed. Under all kinds of pressure, Zhao Chenchen had no choice but to confess the ins and outs, saying that he was jealous that Cheng Xi was more popular than him, so he designed to frame her.

"I broke the watch in advance and put it in Teacher Cheng's schoolbag. Sorry, I sincerely apologize to you."

"Mr. Cheng, this matter is due to the improper management and employment of our tutoring center. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory answer." Luo Junbo patted Cheng Xi's shoulder to express his comfort.

"Yeah." Cheng Xi glanced at Zhao Chenchen indifferently, walked to his desk to pack things, and when he zipped up the stationery bag, he found that one of the pencil leads had broken off. Han Guang quickly packed up his things and pulled Han Jin out of the office.

Before leaving, Han Jin heard Luo Fanfan's teasing voice from the office: "I remember someone told me two hours ago that students from here are not allowed to go to the second floor, uncle, you still have this kind of rule here ?”

As for how Zhao Chenchen apologized to Luo Fanfan, Han Jin couldn't hear it anymore.

The two walked out of the counseling center, and the cold wind blew through them, making them shiver.

"Cheng Xi, are you alright?" Han Jin grabbed Cheng Xi's wrist who was silent, hesitant to speak.

Why does Cheng Xi, who is so pure and kind, always meet all kinds of bad people?Did the author create him just for abuse?

"It's just a small matter." Cheng Xi smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"What trivial matter? You were framed!" Han Jin couldn't calm down anymore, he slapped the handlebar of the car angrily, and the car made a muffled sound, which made him even more irritable.

In the evening it's Mu Zhiyuan, in the evening it's Zhao Chenchen, how many bad guys in this world are targeting Cheng Xi?

Cheng Xi really didn't seem to care much about this, and after Han Jin's breathing calmed down, he stared at him with a half-smile: "Why do you believe me?"

Given the overwhelming evidence, he couldn't believe himself.But Han Jin told him firmly, "Trust"!

"Because you are Cheng Xi." Han Jin blinked and said innocently looking at Cheng Xi.

How could the innocent and kind little white flower in the book be able to steal?Don't be ridiculous, anyone who likes to believe will believe, anyway, he doesn't believe it.

Cheng Xi was slightly stunned, time seemed to stand still, and even the surrounding air seemed to have stopped flowing.

Quiet, so quiet that you could almost hear a needle drop.

Cheng Xi could clearly hear her own heartbeat, "plop plop plop" after another, violent and eager.

……

On Saturday, in the spacious living room of Han Jin’s big villa, two teenagers sat face to face on both sides of the long table, one bowed his head and meditated deeply, and the other organized a tutoring method that was more suitable for Han Jin.

"Morning, Teacher Cheng." Xia Xue stood in the living room with a tray, and carefully asked the two children who were doing their homework: "Do you want coffee?"

"Mom, I don't want to."

"But you've been studying for an entire hour. Would you like to have some snacks and rest?" Xia Xue looked at her son scratching his hair distressedly. When he woke up in the morning, his hair was still in good shape, and now he looks like a chicken coop. .

"No need, Mom, I was thinking about something, and I will figure it out soon, so please don't disturb me." Han Jin kept his eyes on the book, biting the tip of his pen and meditating.

"Oh, okay," Xia Xue turned around in frustration and was about to leave. Just as she lifted her footsteps, she heard her son shouting suddenly behind her, "Ah, I see."

"Have you solved it?" Cheng Xi was slightly taken aback. Although the question just now was not particularly difficult, the way of solving it was somewhat complicated.

"Ah——no, no, I mean, I remembered that there was something I didn't do last night." Han Jin shook his head quickly, and said embarrassedly: "I went to drink coffee and forgot to pay."

"Ok?"

Han Jin scratched his head and briefly talked about what happened in Mo Qingfeng Cafe last night.

"Forget it, let Brother Yan pay the money another day, it's not important, I'll continue."

"En." Cheng Xi nodded lightly in response, her eyes fell on Xia Xue who turned away, and then looked up at the second floor, her hand holding the pen tightened slightly.

When he first walked in the door in the morning, the two parents stared at his gauze-wrapped hands with indescribable eyes. Could it be... what Mu Zhiyuan said was true?

Thinking in this way, Cheng Xi raised his eyes and stared at Han Jin, who continued to scratch his hair and think about the problem. In just a few seconds, he was convinced by the other party's stupid image, and the corners of his mouth began to rise involuntarily.

Perhaps, even if what Mu Zhiyuan said is true, because of Han Jin, it doesn't matter.

At noon that day, Cheng Xi returned to the coffee shop, and immediately went to the finance department, and asked if there was a customer running an order last night. When she learned that it was charged to the boss' account, she clenched her hands tightly.

"Sister Chen, my classmate gave me the money. Just put it on my account and deduct it from my salary this month."

"Huh? Not too good, the boss said..."

"So Sister Chen doesn't want to save money for the boss?"

When the accountant heard that it was such a rationale, he immediately nodded in agreement.