Chapter 97 Is This Also the Concern of the Elders?

Gu San saw it all through the rearview mirror, and the steering wheel in his hand was almost unsteady.

I'm sloppy, the arrogant master is so shameless, you can say this kind of nonsense with your eyes open, don't you have a guilty conscience?

You put Miss Qiao's wall in the car, also called the brother's concern for the sister?

You are flirting with people!

He thought so in his heart, didn't dare to say it at all, and kept peeking at the two people in the rearview mirror.

Qiao Nian was stunned for a moment, and doubts flashed in his eyes. Is this the care of the elders for the younger generation?

She was still thinking about this, Ye Yichuan had already leaned back, withdrew Bi Dong's arm, it looked like nothing had happened, she was leaning on the seat lazily, her beautiful hands resting on her knees, between her wrist bones. The entwined string of beads has a different style.

He patted the seat next to him, and said to the girl who hadn't reacted yet, "Come here and sit down."

That voice was lazy and low-pitched.

The feeling of oppression on Qiao Nian's body disappeared, and the confusion in his heart also disappeared a lot. He straightened up and sat upright when he heard him say.

"The school also called your brother and grandpa. They know that you injured your hand today. Your brother will come back later. Your grandfather is not in good health. Let's see who he asks to come back."

Qiao Nian suddenly forgot what happened just now, staring at him with dark eyes, a little irritable and more at a loss in the face of this situation: "I just scratched my arm, no It has to be such a big deal."

She was often injured before, she didn't say Qiao Weimin and they would never find out.

Even if you find out occasionally, at most ask her a few questions, and ask her where she has gone crazy, for fear that she will lose the face of the Qiao family by fighting with others.

It doesn't matter whether she is seriously injured or not, whether she needs to see a doctor or not.

In the whole family, only Aunt Chen would secretly bring medicinal wine to her room to rub the medicine for her, and gently told her that she was a girl, so be careful when playing in the future, don't hurt yourself, in case of scars When you grow up, wearing skirts doesn't look good.

Ye Wangchuan drooped his eyelids, looking graceful and calm, Qiao Nian didn't notice the bloodthirsty in the depths of his eyes: "You should say that fortunately you only had a scratch on your arm this time, the steel pipe that fell off was not real. smashed on you, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy today."

Joey:  …

She doesn't understand, is this also the concern of the elders?

Why does she feel that his concern and Jiang Li's concern seem to be a little different, and she can't tell what the difference is.

It just doesn't feel the same.

Seeing her brows furrowed and not speaking, Ye Wangchuan thought that she was still struggling with whether this matter would make a big fuss, so he narrowed his eyes and said to her: "You were almost killed in Yizhong, it's impossible not to do this. It's a big mess, watch it, the No. 1 Middle School must give you an explanation, and that person must be found out. If you don't find that person, not only your grandfather is worried, but I am also worried."

Qiao Nian: "Actually, I probably guessed who it was, but there is no final evidence, so I'm not sure for the time being."

Today, Qiao Yan inexplicably stood up to help the murderer and told the school not to investigate. This incident was inherently strange.

Seeing a strand of broken hair slipping down from her, Ye Wangchuan gently pulled her behind her ear before withdrawing his hand, lazy but with a strong momentum: "This evidence, if you want to check it, will find it sooner or later."

"The principal of your school is a smart man. He will try his best to find out about this matter, otherwise only the school will take the blame for the people behind it!"

Only Professor Dajiang of Qing Dynasty came to give lectures in No. 1 Middle School, to gild the school, and the school would not offend her father for a student.