Chapter 63

Chen Yuan's whole person was stunned, and the aura of the social youth on his body weakened, staring at her face like a ghost.

"You... ran to study?"

He said it as absurdly as if he heard a comet hit the Earth!

Qiao Nian asked solemnly, "I can't read?"

Chen Yuan didn't know how to answer for a while.

Whether Qiao Nian can read or not depends on his age, of course Qiao Nian can read. But he knew that Qiao Nian had an unusual relationship with the Chengfeng Group, and that she also had medical skills... Her connections were even more shocking...

For example, his father has been hospitalized in the city hospital for so long. It seems that he lives in an ordinary 4-person ward on the 6th floor of Nanyuan, but this ward has been so coincidentally that no new patients have come in for a whole year, which is equivalent to his father living in a single room!

The single ward in the city hospital is only affordable for people with money and connections.

Qiao Nian not only let his father live, but also turned an ordinary ward into a single room.

The personal connections involved in this are not clear at all, she is like a mystery, and he only touches a little corner now.

Now tell him that such a person wants to go to high school with him, or even become a classmate with him. This feeling... Chen Yuan thought about it, and for some reason he thought of the picture of locking the lion in the cat's den.

...

Not far away, Gu San and Ye Wangchuan went to the nurse's desk to find out that Qiao Nian was on the 6th floor.

Looking up all the way, I saw the girl standing out at the end of the corridor at a glance.

The arrogance of that.

It can be recognized at first sight even in the dark.

Just who is the boy next to Miss Qiao?

Gu San quickly glanced at the face of his own arrogant master. It looked okay, as if he was not angry, but the coldness in his eyes was a little heavier, and the beads on his wrist seemed to be broken by him...

Lord, you shouldn't be jealous, right?

Well, his grandfather will definitely not be jealous because of this trivial matter!

...

Along the corridor.

Chen Yuan thought about it for ten minutes, and finally figured it out.

"If you have a way for me to go back to study, I can listen to you and go back to study."

"Do you understand?"

Qiao Nian is a little lazy and tired. She doesn't like to take care of other people's affairs, let alone help people take care of bear children, but Chen Yuan, she can't ignore it.

"You've figured it out, I'll take you back, you have to study hard, get into a good school, and don't have the idea of ​​being a socialist, or I won't talk as well as last time. I don't care, you have to change your method. Manage. In my understanding, children who are disobedient will be beaten, beat them a few more times, and they will be fine if they are obedient!"

What she means is that if he goes to the society again, she plans to find someone to beat her?

Chen Yuan was both funny and depressed, and nodded solemnly: "A manly man, a word is hard to follow."

Qiao Nian believed him for the time being, saw Ye Wangchuan and Gu San not far away from the corner of his eyes, retracted his gaze and said to him, "I have something to do, I won't go back later, you tell Aunt Chen and Uncle Chen One sound."

She has always disappeared without a trace, and there are many and busy things. Chen Yuan has long been used to it and waved his hand: "Go, I will tell my parents."

"Um."

Qiao Nian opened his legs and took a few steps.

Suddenly, the boy's low-spirited voice came from behind him, as if he had been holding back the words for a long time, but he could not find an outlet.

"Qiao Nian, do you think that the only way for poor families to get ahead is to study?"

"……"What's the meaning?

Chen Yuan held back for a long time, and wanted to ask her: "My parents don't know, I always knew that you are very good. I thought I could be as good as you without wasting my time on reading, but only after I went out did I realize that it was not so easy. Society has social rules, and the rules of society are that the rich make games, and the poor struggle in the game..."