On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Zeng Qiao walked for an hour, but Zhang Ye still tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The reason for the bad weather was that it was pitch black outside, and even the faint light could not be seen, and the room without the air conditioner was a bit stuffy.

He didn't know how much damage Wang Mei would do to Zhao Rong's mother and son by mortgaging that house. Zhang Ye was really not worried about Zhang Tiancheng being able to relocate their house in a smart way.

The house in Anning Community should be at least 20 yuan after the decoration. No matter how much money the school makes, it is not a bank. Small money can be taken quietly, but there is too much noise, and the financial people should leave as soon as possible.

Although they couldn't knock the tower apart this time, it made them feel more confident, but the mother and son were not the kind of cats and dogs who could just come and rub at their feet.

There is no doubt that Zhang Tiancheng will definitely become angry from embarrassment, and the balance between them will be completely tilted, but so what?With a huge loan from the bank in his hand, the money was thrown into the deep water and he heard the noise. He didn't even think about getting back the money for a few years. Zhang Tiancheng wanted a divorce?OK, take your time and wait.

If a person accidentally manages poorly and is on the verge of bankruptcy, the bank is not the place to talk to you, let alone calling you father or ancestor.

Do barefoot tightrope walkers need skills?Yes, but he doesn't care, as long as he has courage is enough for Zhang Ye.

Anyway, the big deal is that it will fall down and turn into a meat paste, and everyone should not think about it.

I don't know when I feel sleepy, let alone when I fall asleep.

In the dream, I saw the author again. This time she changed into pink fleece pajamas and pajamas. She looked like a ghost frozen to death. She rubbed her hands while typing two words, and squeezed out three hundred words in half an hour.It can be seen that he has improved a lot since the last time he edited the essay, he knows that it is concise and less nonsense, but the development of the story makes him a little angry.

He even wondered if the author of this rubbish drew inspiration from himself. She had already sensed his plan, and at the moment when his plan was about to succeed, she felt compassion—Zhang Tiancheng actually asked someone to borrow money to buy it. A ninety-square-meter commercial house not far from home...

Are these people out of their minds?Does Zhang Tiancheng really love this Chen Lan?If you really love her so much, why hold back on not getting a divorce?And this author, is she planning to find another shortcut so that everyone who has read the article will scold her for being a black and red writer?Then she is really willing to spend the money.

The only thing Zhang Ye is lucky about is that he can know the key changes in advance and find a solution in a reasonable time.

The original owner's father-son relationship is going to be lost, and I can't blame myself. It's really like suffering from amnesia after being overwhelmed by love at this age, and it's hard to save.

When I woke up the next day, it was gloomy outside, and the raindrops were crackling on the window, and I took out the coat from the closet in disgust. This kind of sticky weather made the already not-so-good mood even worse.

Wang Mei had already prepared breakfast, the rare green onion pancake and porridge, and the mother and son ate it together.

"Do you still have money? I may not have time to cook for you due to the busyness these days. Why don't you invite an aunt to eat outside every day? I don't know how much food additives are there. What if I eat bad stomach?"

Zhang Ye is unwilling, he is really not used to dealing with unfamiliar people, and he doesn't like those people approaching for no reason, he has a strong desire for monopoly, and he is unwilling to let strangers set foot in his space.

"If you are not too busy, learn to cook by yourself. I will come back and cook for you as soon as I have time. Don't worry mom."

"I see, don't worry about me, Mom, don't be confused, don't be soft-hearted, it's not worth it."

Wang Mei's eyes were sore, she replied, and rubbed her son's slightly curly hair.

Just as Wang Mei was about to get up to get her bag, the doorbell rang, she went to open the door, and saw Zeng Qiao standing outside, she was a little surprised: "Wake up so early? Come in, wait a little longer, Xiaoye, I'll see you off."

Zeng Qiao couldn't help running after the man, smiling shyly: "Auntie, my driver is downstairs, and I'll go with Zhang Ye. Your work is important."

That road must be very congested in this kind of weather. She was rushing to work. She didn't know how long it would take to go back and forth. Zhang Ye put on his coat and said, "I'll go with Zeng Qiao. Be careful when driving on the road."

Wang Mei smiled, hugged her son and patted him on the back: "I remember, let's go."

It was raining heavily, and the air was filled with fog, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

The perfume in the car smelled fresh and elegant, and Zhang Ye felt drowsy from the smell.

As expected, the road was very congested, and Zhang Ye had already squinted when he arrived at the school 10 minutes later than usual.

Zeng Qiao opened the door for him with an umbrella, and said with a smile, "Did you go to be a thief last night? I didn't see you waking up."

Zhang Ye didn't want to talk, so he reluctantly said to Shang Zengqiao's face, "Last night you walked for a long time before you fell asleep, let's go, it's so cold."

Two tall and handsome guys holding an umbrella became a rare dazzling sight in the rain. The best-looking one would lean his head towards him whenever he wanted to talk, looking very close.

The person who seemed difficult to get along with would occasionally say a few words, with narrow and long eyes drooping, although he was handsome, he was also very fierce. I heard that he was the most proud student of No. [-] Middle School, named Zhang Ye.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, it was cold and cool, how could he let such a beautiful person hold an umbrella for him?

Zhao Rong watched Zhang Ye get off from Zeng Qiao's car, his finger bones holding the umbrella handle were turning white, and he pretended not to care and hurried up to greet them.

Zeng Qiao's head exploded when he heard this soft voice, and he glanced at Zhang Ye. Sure enough, this person seemed expressionless, but in fact he had a very bad temper.

"You guys came together? It's good to live close together. Are you reconciled?"

Zhang Ye put his hand on Zeng Qiao's shoulder and asked lazily, "Did we quarrel?"

Zhao Rong was not reconciled: "Yesterday I told the head teacher that I wanted to be at the same table with you, and the head teacher agreed. We can move the table in advance before the morning reading class, and save trouble."

Zhang Ye sneered unceremoniously: "No need, he is tall, sit behind me."

He patted Zeng Qiao's head: "You said that you are so big, blocking the sight of the classmates behind you every day, and delaying his admission to a key school, can you afford to pay? If you can count his share in the exam Earth-shattering achievements are also considered, don't be a mere fool and implicate others."

Zeng Qiao laughed and scolded: "You can die without hurting me?"

How could Zeng Qiao not know that Zhang Ye was harming Zhao Rong in a different way, how could he be such a treasure in this world?Quiet and handsome when he doesn't speak, but poisonous when he opens his mouth, as if no one is in his way.

It's just that he has such good patience and doesn't despise him.

Zhao Rong's face turned pale, and he looked down at the splashing water in the small puddle full of water.

When we arrived in the classroom, there was a row of umbrellas standing on the back wall, dripping wet, Zhang Ye frowned and said nothing.

Zeng Qiao dragged the tables and chairs over, took out some snacks from his schoolbag, and pushed them to him: "I don't know what you like, so I'll bring them all."

Zhang Ye didn't have the habit of eating snacks, he even found it a little funny, was Zeng Qiao trying to coax him into being a girl?They are all sweet and greasy things, and eating one is a great way to save face.

What Zhang Ye didn't know was that Zeng Qiao had snatched Han Yue's snacks. If his son took so much trouble to please a boy, he might get mad again.

The first session was the head teacher's class. He didn't say anything when he saw Zhang Ye and Zeng Qiao sitting together again. As long as it wasn't those people who were slow and troublesome, he wouldn't care too much.A good student like Zhang Ye has strong self-discipline. Unless Zhang Ye doesn't want to pass the exam, who else can influence it?This kid is also a miracle. The second year of high school and the bottom one have been at the same table for two semesters. Everyone thinks that his grades will decline to some extent. Who knows that he is still stable and scary.

Seeing that the teacher had no intention of mentioning this matter at all, Zhao Rong immediately realized that there was no hope.

Such a good-looking and outstanding person, how could Zhang Ye get close to him so easily?Why can't he?

Ever since Chen Lan and Zhang Tiancheng got married, Zhao Rong subconsciously began to compete with Zhang Ye.

Now that Zhang Ye has completely destroyed the strengths he has built up with great difficulty, he hates it even more.

Why do people live in this world not by fighting or grabbing?Since Zhang Ye's father can be snatched by his mother, so can Zeng Qiao.

Zhang Ye doesn't look like a person who will respond to Zeng Qiao's feelings. If he doesn't like women, the choice is already much smaller. It's rare for two good-looking people to be together. What's more, he knows that Zhang Ye loves face, so he never dares Acknowledge the relationship with Zeng Qiao.

As long as there is a slight provocation, the city built with sand will collapse in an instant.

in math class.

"I have two questions here. First ask a classmate to come up and do it. Who didn't listen carefully just now, and pretended I didn't see it? The next one is you. If you can't do the knowledge point just mentioned, stand by me at the back go."

Zeng Qiao didn't understand the knowledge points, and was afraid that he would be pointed out. He was in a trance, and his eyes just happened to see the teacher sweeping towards him, so he couldn't help trembling.

"Let Zhang Ye do it."

This is the most difficult and most important part of knowledge in the textbooks of the third year of high school. Not only is it difficult for the teacher to explain it, but it is also not easy for the students to digest it. It is worthy of God's love.

The whole class watched as Zhang Ye put the chalk between his middle finger and ring finger and wrote down the steps to solve the problem easily, using the formulas with ease.

Zhang Ye looked up at Zhao Rong's position and raised his mouth: "Let's do the next question, Zhao Rong, teacher, okay?"

Naturally, the math teacher would not refuse his request: "Then Zhao Rong will come."

The two passed by, Zhang Ye raised his lips, with a smile on his face.

Shen Tong couldn't help but patted his butt when he passed by her side, and said in a low voice: "Stop laughing, hook him to death."

Zhang Ye's face darkened instantly, and he scolded her: "Are you still a woman?"

Zeng Qiao saw him come back and sit down with a sullen face, then turned his head and laughed with the others.

The author has something to say: Zhang Ye, I am shameless, who wants it?

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