This Guy is Wrong

  Chapter 948 The First Encounter (17)

  Chuzheng returned to Jinshitianxiang again.

   "Miss Ruan, I really..."

   Chuzheng sat down on the chair and said in a dignified manner: "I'll take a stake, and I'll let you open this store across the country."

   Boss Jinshi Tianxiang: "..."

   The boss of Jinshi Tianxiang doesn't understand.

   "Miss Ruan, since you have money, you can drive it yourself, why do you have to buy it from me?"

  Jinshi Tianxiang is very famous in the city, and it is a high-end restaurant.

   But if you really want to put it in those famous ones, what is Jinshitianxiang?

   "You think I think so." Not that **** that bitch!

   "You don't want to, so why buy it."

   Chuzheng's mouth was about to miss out, she straightened her expression: "I'm very optimistic about you, you have the potential to be on Forbes."

  The boss of Jinshi Tianxiang: "..." I heard you say that Forbes was opened by your family!

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   Chuzheng left Jinshi Tianxiang with the contract.

   [Look, Miss, I said that there is nothing that cannot be solved without money. If so, it must be the wrong way to spend your money. 】The king's name excitedly spoke out, consolidating the knowledge point that the rich can do whatever they want.

   Chuzheng: "..."

  【As long as you spend money in the right posture, tens of billions of dollars are not enough. 】

  “…”

   Chuzheng was too lazy to break up with the king, so he blocked it directly.

   Chuzheng had just walked a few steps when he saw Qiao Lan standing at the intersection in front of him.

   He looked down at the phone, then left in one direction.

   After a few minutes, Qiao Lan walked back.

   He looked around blankly.

   Chuzheng didn't quite understand what kind of experience Lu Chi was, because the surrounding buildings were obviously coming.

  Chuzheng watched Qiao Lu wandering over there.

   It is estimated that he was tired, and Qiao Yan gave up.

   He walked to the shade and stood.

   "Joan."

   Hearing the voice, Qiao Rong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look over.

  The girl stood under the blazing sun, the sun shining in her hair, and her whole body was full of light, but she gave people a feeling of coldness and alienation, which was out of tune with this blazing sun.

  Qiao Lu pulled down his earphones and opened his lips lightly: "Teacher?"

"be lost?"

   "...Well." Qiao Lu slightly lowered his head, as if a little embarrassed.

   "Back to school?"

"Um."

   Chuzheng sighed in his heart, the good man card is really pitiful.

   "Let's go."

  Qiao Lu silently followed Chuzheng to the school.

   "What are you doing here?"

  This place is quite far from the school, how did he get here? !

   "Eat." Qiao Lu replied.

   "Dine so far away?"

"……Um."

  Qiao Ruo doesn't talk much, and Chuzheng is also a person who cherishes words like gold. Naturally, he doesn't have nothing to ask for, and walks one after the other.

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   At this time, it is still early, and the school is also on lunch break. When they got to the school gate, they didn't open the door, and Qiao Lin couldn't get in either.

   Big Sun's Chuzheng wanted to go back to sleep for a while.

   "Find a place to rest yourself." Chuzheng said to Qiao Lu, "I'll go back first."

  Qiao Lu nodded, thanked him in a low voice, walked to the shade and sat, put on his headphones, and silently looked in the direction of the school gate.

   Chuzheng walked a distance, looked back, and saw just such a picture.

  The sun shines from the gaps in the canopy, and falls on the ground in mottled manner, falling on the boy.

   The slender and thin teenager's back is straight, but inexplicably reveals a bit of loneliness and sadness.

   Chuzheng walked back.

  The shadows shrouded in front of Qiao Lan, he raised his eyes slightly, and the girl's face was reflected in his clear eyes: "Teacher?"

   "There's still an hour before the school gate opens, so come back with me first."

"Oh."

  Chuzheng lives alone now and is not afraid to take him back.

"Come in."

   Qiao Lu first looked around, not knowing what to do, and walked in a few minutes later.

   Chuzheng let him into the bedroom, which has air conditioning.

   Chuzheng poured him a glass of water: "Aren't you hot?"

   Qiao Lu looked at his clothes and shook his head: "It's not hot."

   Chuzheng glanced at the fine sweat seeping out of his forehead, but did not break him.

   Chuzheng had to change his homework and let him stay by himself.

  Qiao Ruo was very quiet, and Chuzheng could hardly feel his presence. Chuzheng changed half of her homework, and when she turned around, the boy fell asleep leaning on the chair.

  Fragmented hair fell on his forehead.

  Chuzheng got up carefully, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and touched the soft hair with his fingertips.

   She aimed at the boy's closed eyes, pressed down gently, and rubbed.

   Chuzheng's expression instantly froze.

   So soft, so soft! !

   The boy's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in confusion: "Teacher?"

   "Go to bed." Chu Zheng retracted his hand as if nothing had happened: "I'll call you later."

  The boy rubbed his eyes and his voice was sleepy: "Thank you teacher, I'm fine..."

  Chuzheng pulled him up and pressed him directly on the bed: "Sleep."

  Qiao Lu watched Chuzheng go back to the table and sat down to continue correcting the homework.

   He was lying on the teacher's bed at this time, a faint cold fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, which was refreshing.

  Qiao Lu's calm heart lake rippled slightly.

   He slowly closed his eyes.

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  Joan is late most of the time - because he gets lost.

   Chuzheng took him to school today, and he arrived at the school on time. The classmates thought it was strange that Qiao Lin was not late today.

   Chuzheng’s second class in the afternoon.

   As soon as she entered the classroom, there was still some noise in the classroom.

   Chuzheng was very satisfied with their self-awareness, opened the book and started the class.

   Qiao Lan, who used to either sleep or write and draw by himself, actually started listening to the class today.

   But he didn't listen to half of the class, the boy fell asleep and finally fell down.

   Chuzheng shook his head and lowered his voice.

   When the get out of class was over, Chuzheng remembered something and knocked on the desk to calm down the bustling classroom.

   "Next month's Cultural Festival, if you want to participate, come to me and get the registration form."

  Cultural Festival The school originally did not plan to let the senior year participate, because it was a waste of time.

   But some teachers feel that the third year of high school is so hard to study, and they can take the opportunity to relax.

   So in the end, those who are willing to participate in the third year of high school can participate, and those who are unwilling are not forced.

   Meng Yu was the first to pick up the registration form.

   "Teacher, I'll help Qiao Lu get one too." Meng Yu said suddenly.

"Um?"

   Meng Yu said with a smile: "Teacher, Qiao Lan said he also wanted to participate."

   "Really." Chu Zheng said in a flat tone: "Let him do it himself."

  Meng Yu: "..."

   Meng Yu stood still, Chuzheng asked her, "Is there anything else?"

   "No...it's fine." Meng Yu came out of the office, looked behind him strangely, and then looked at the registration form in his hand.

  Is it not easy to get the registration form?

  Meng Yu returned to the classroom humming a little tune. He glanced at Qiao Lan, who was listening to the song and looked out the window with his chin up.

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  The registration form was filled out and returned to Chuzheng.

The    Cultural Festival will last for two days, so there are two to three program places in a class, but there are far more people who sign up. Chuzheng has to screen out the last ones who can participate.

   However, there are not many applicants for this class.

   There are only five registration forms.

   Chuzheng turned to the end and saw Qiao Lan's name impressively.

   She didn't give Qiao Lian the registration form...

   (end of this chapter)