Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Chapter 59 059 Second Wave of Slap

Reached the professional level.

Her violin is really good, his proud disciple.

It used to be, and it is now.

"Mom, I'm back—" A clear voice from outside interrupted Xu's thinking.

The driver pushed open the door, Qin Yu came in with a stack of books, and saw Ning Qing sitting with his father in the gazebo on the left, leaning sideways, and said quietly, "Mom, do you have friends?"

Qin Yu had never seen Xu's father, looked up and down, and did not find this person in his memory.

It should have nothing to do with the Lin family.

Otherwise, it must be Lin Wan who came out to receive.

Qin Yu quietly looked at the bank card at hand of Ning Qing and guessed very smartly: "Is this ... Xu Shen's father?"

Inside the room, Lin Wan drank half a cup of tea and gathered her shawl, looking graceful, and slowly walking out.

The other servants didn't dare to look up, but they let go of their hands and listened to the movement with pointed ears.

Ning Qing could feel the servant occasionally glance at his slightly strange gaze.

From yesterday to the present, Qin Kun's fight was detained by the police. The Lin family's running for Qin Hui has spread throughout the Lin family.

It took her twelve years to create her own image of a noble lady, which seemed to have become a joke in just one month.

"Mr. Xu, no one looks good when this matter is big. If it is possible, it is best to be private, and it is also good for the two reputations." Lin Wandan said.

Lin Wan has no intention of arguing with Ning Qing's daughter and disdains to spend time on such things.

She didn't know why Lin Qilin Jinxuan and the two had to maintain Qin Yue's stepdaughter, except for her face, but Lin Jinxuan begged her, and she would not stand idly by.

"Uncle Xu, my sister finally had the opportunity to come to school. She has been delayed for a year and can't take a break from school anymore." Qin Yu took the schoolbag back to the servant.

She doesn't like Qin Yue, but she doesn't like having an older sister who has been in jail.

"I want to be private too," Father Xu quickly took out the check in his pocket and embarrassed his mouth. "This is my son's fault. Let me see what I have taught her and tell the director. Soon, don't hold my son down. She certainly won't want to see me, so Mrs. Lin, can you hand me the check to her?

At this point, he bowed his head in shame, "This is a million compensation. I heard that my uncle was injured, and her hand ..."

But nothing can happen.

Hearing here, there was no sound on the court, and even Ning Qing did not respond.

Qin Yu looked at Xu Father in amazement.

Why did this suddenly happen?

Father Xu gave the check to Ning Qing and turned to leave.

Lin Wanming looked at Xu Father's back for a long while, and looked at Ning Qing who stayed in place, her voice was particularly clear: "Does your daughter know the director?"

Ning Qing was also shocked.

The hindering reaction came later, so Qin Yun was not at fault in this matter?

From the moment she knew that, she accused her subconsciously, didn't listen to her explanation, and didn't even know that her hand was injured.

Looking down at the one million cheque in her hand, Ning Qing's heart trembled, even Xu Father knew she had a hand injury, but she, the mother, only knew it at the end ...

Qin Yu looked at this scene, and pinched his palms into his palms. He said, "Auntie, I reorganized the tune last night. Would you like Teacher Wei to listen?"

Lin Wan's stay in the Lin family for so long was staring at the violin in Qin language.

It was her top priority.

**

Late self study.

Qin Hui leaned against the wall and threw a notebook on Lin Siran's table, biting a lollipop in his mouth, his eyebrows casually.

"What is this?" Lin Siran flipped through her notebook, a physics review note, and she whispered.

Open it and take a look at the three cursive words written on the title page.

She only recognized one "song" and one "law".

Qin Qiao's eyelids were squinting. Maybe because of a hand problem, he was a little stingy, and his voice was a little dumb.

"Oh." Lin Siran nodded.

She turned a few pages and accepted Qin Yun's kindness, but didn't pay much attention.

Just aside.

Qin Yue put her mobile phone on the table and thought that the book in her hand was "wow-lah", her eyebrows were very dry, and she bit the lollipop in her mouth.

Lin Siran helped her unscrew the lid and poured water into it.

"Well, your phone is ringing." She pointed to Qin Yun's mobile phone that was constantly vibrating.

"Don't worry about it." Qin Yuan did not look up, squinting his eyes, his voice lazy.

The call was Ning Qing, who was too lazy to answer.

Under self study.

Qin Hui did not return to the dormitory with Lin Siran. She cleared her throat and tilted her head slightly. "I'm going to buy something."

"May I help?" Lin Siran looked at her hand.

"No." Qin Yue walked towards the door of the school, waving back to Lin Siran and smirking, "Come back immediately."

There are many self-study students in school, and day students also come to self-study in the evening, but few.

It was deserted and dark outside the school.

Qin Yu originally practiced the violin at home, but I was thinking about Qin Yun's affairs, but I couldn't calm down, and I played intermittently, afraid of being heard by Lin Wan, so I made excuses to come to school.

She always felt that Qin Yue was out of her control.

"Miss." The driver of the Lin family opened the door and let Qin Yu get on.

Qin Yu nodded and was about to get in the car, but Yu Guang saw a familiar figure.

She made a wait gesture to the driver and walked to an alley in the school's residential area.

There were no lights in the alley.

Only the faint yellow street lights at the intersection.

Qin Yue hid at the intersection, carefully probed, and saw a black car at the end of the alley, a Mercedes.

Qin Hui stood by the door.

Beside her was a man, because facing back to Qin Yu, Qin Yu couldn't see his face, but vaguely saw that he was not young, and the figure had a vaguely familiar side face—

Qin language was startled.

(End of this chapter)