Four Hundred and Thirtieth Eight Chapters Bitter Plan

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Ye Qingqing pursed her lips, she didn't have time to think so much at that time, she just wanted to quickly subdue Zhou Meng and restore Tang Yuanyuan's innocence.

And to be honest, that bitch Zhou Meng really deserves a beating!

"I didn't think about anything else, I just wanted to help Yuanyuan prove her innocence."

"Why don't you come down and find me?"

"Don't think about it so much. Besides, I can't come to you every time I have something. You are not Ultraman. There will be dangers. I have to learn to deal with things by myself!"

Ye Qingqing wrinkled her nose, she didn't think she did anything wrong at all.

Evil people have to use evil methods to torture them, and they can't reason with them. Like Zhou Meng, if you can't beat them, you will be honest. Acknowledge your mistake. 35xs

But she did have something wrong, she shouldn't hit someone in front of Mr. He, let this old lady catch her!

Fortunately, Lu Mo was here, otherwise she might have been fired.

"It's lucky to have you here today, thank you, Brother Mo..." Ye Qingqing thanked softly, and suddenly felt that Brother Mo sounds better than Ouba, um... I will be called Brother Mo from now on.

Lu Mo's heart was so stuffy, he said so much, and he was playing the piano to the cow the whole time, this girl couldn't listen at all, and she didn't think she had done anything wrong at all.

"I won't be so lucky every time in the future. If you make trouble again, I will definitely not go to the school to intercede."

"No, I'm sure I won't cause trouble, Brother Mo!"

Ye Qingqing sincerely promises.

Even if she wanted to beat the bitch again, she would definitely find a place where no one was around, and she would never let anyone see her.

Lu Mo looked at Ye Qingqing suspiciously, and he agreed too happily, without feeling any real introspection and remorse at all.

"Call your name!"

Lu Mo scolded in a deep voice, his voice was soft and sweet, it made his heart numb, he couldn't be serious at all, what did he look like!

"You said it belonged to my brother, and I'm not wrong."

"That's an expedient measure. It's okay to call my brother, just get rid of the ink." If you add an extra ink, it will be delayed for a long time later, just like being coquettish.

"Oh..." Ye Qingqing imitated the girl from Wanwan, her voice became sweeter.

Lu Mo couldn't help shaking, his heart was even more congested.

Properly addressed, the tone of this girl's voice changes when she calls out, it is soft and waxy, like glutinous rice cakes dipped in sugar, so sweet that it sticks to the teeth.

"Let's write a self-criticism, 2,000 words, deep self-reflection, and confession from the heart. Show me when you finish writing."

Lu Mo gave up continuing to educate Ye Qingqing, so he should keep an eye on this girl more in the future!

In order to prevent this girl from getting into bigger troubles and stabbing bigger sky, Lu Mo deeply felt that he should become stronger again, otherwise how would he wipe this girl's ass in the future?

Ye Qingqing grimaced, two thousand words is no problem, but how to write a deep self-reflection, a confession from the heart?

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't feel that she was wrong!

"Can't write..."

Ye Qingqing told the truth.

Lu Mo was angry, "Write down the mistakes you made today, then reflect on and repent of your mistakes, and promise to correct them in the future!"

half an hour later.

Ye Qingqing choked out an opening for Lu Mo to read.

"Dear teacher, dear classmate..."

Lu Mo's forehead was throbbing with blue veins, he gritted his teeth and asked, "It's gone?"

Ye Qingqing swallowed her saliva, no, it seems that the beauty trick is not working for the time being, let's use the bitter trick!

"I... my hands hurt."

Ye Qingqing stretched out her white and tender claws, there were a few bruises on the back of her hand, and her wrist was also a little swollen. When she taught Zhou Meng a lesson, she didn't use her strength properly, and she also suffered a little injury.

Lu Mo glanced at it. He was indeed injured. Although it was not serious, it was very dazzling on his snow-white skin.

"Brother...Ouba...It really hurts, I can't write...you have to feed me!" Ye Qingqing dragged his voice, sweeter than glutinous rice cakes dipped in honey.