The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Xie's family and the social status of Xie Bureau do not allow a child who is morally corrupt, who has become a habit of lying, and who may do more wrong things in the future.

Xie Ju suddenly became serious: "Xie Ting, did you hear everything your mother said?"

Xie Ting stood up straight with a sincere attitude: "You heard me, I was wrong."

Bian Jing also followed: "Uncle and aunt, I was also at fault."

Seeing their serious attitude, Xie Ju realized his mistake: "Go and copy the Heart Sutra ten times, and also go to the side scenes, and you are not allowed to eat before you finish copying."

After the children went up to the second floor to copy books, Xie Ju hugged his wife's waist and slumped comfortably on the sofa. The posture was exactly the same as Xie Ting's.

However, Secretary Yu asked curiously, "Why aren't you surprised that Xiaojing's kid doesn't have depression at all?"

Xie Ju snorted, his eyes were full of contempt for the tricks of this kid Xie Ting.

"I'm a leader from the criminal investigation department to the director level. I didn't talk about the wounds. Also, my wife, have you ever seen someone commit suicide and wipe their ankles?"

Secretary Yu was an educator, and didn't understand his criminal investigation skills. He suddenly realized when he heard the words: "That's right, children who commit suicide on TV usually cut their wrists."

Xie Ju sighed, "Are you right? I knew from the hospital that this guy Bian Jing was acting with our son, so I didn't let him know."

Secretary Yu realized later: "It turns out that the three of you have teamed up to lie to me!"

Xie Ju didn't think about his wife's attack and circled him at all, and hurriedly said: "Wife, I am innocent."

Secretary Yu glared at him, his beautiful eyes looking forward, full of the charm of the beauty of the years, he broke away from his embrace and said, "You can sleep on the sofa tonight!"

Thank you bureau: "..."

"Honey, I'm so innocent!!!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Bureau Xie still couldn't enter Secretary Yu's door.

In order not to let myself suffer alone, I called my son down to accompany him to suffer.

Staring at Xie Ting copying the book.

"Tsk, can you write this word more scribbled? Rewrite."

"You made a mistake here, this one is invalid, please write it again."

"You piled up the ink marks before they were dry, it's paper!"

"..."

Xie Ting was annoyed by him staring at copying books, so he yelled to the master bedroom on the first floor: "Mom, Dad interfered with my copying books."

Secretary Yu opened the door and scolded: "Xie Guoqiang, he finally got to do something seriously, what are you doing around here, get the hell out of here."

Xie Ju gave Xie Ting a thumbs up: "Son, strong." Then he ran to the master bedroom, hugged his wife and went to sleep sweetly.

Xie Ting rolled his eyes at him, he was still like a child even when he was an adult.

After Bian Jing had dinner at Xie's house, he went back to his rental house.

He even brought back the brush and ink. Although Xie Ting's attitude of copying the books was extremely improper, Bian Jing attached great importance to the punishment of Xie's parents for copying.

He wrote every stroke with extreme seriousness.

Since he was a child, no parents have restrained him, so Xie's parents took over the duties of parents for the time being.

A fine copy made him taste the taste of happiness.

WeChat's unique video request call sounded, Bian Jing put down his pen, picked up his phone, smiled when he saw the word "Ting", and then connected.

"Hello~"

Xie Ting took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back to his room. He was the only one living on the second floor, and his voice opened up to chat. Seeing that Bian Jing was also copying books over there, he asked with a smile, "Brother Jing, how much did you copy?" ?”

Bian Jing replied: "I copied it for the fifth time."

Xie Ting shouted: "What, why are you so fast, I'm only doing it the second time."

Bian Jing smiled and said, "Then I'll copy it for you after I finish copying it."

Xie Ting stopped him: "Don't, our handwriting is different, your handwriting is correct, and my mother knew that you helped copy it."

Bian Jing asked from the screen: "Then what should I do?"

Xie Ting: "I can only copy it myself. After school starts in two days, I can finish copying it before school starts."

Bian Jing looked at him on the screen: "Okay, then go for it."

The angle of Xie Ting's mobile phone is just right, 45°, which can perfectly show his side face and sideburns. He pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a perfect smile, and replied: "Okay, Brother Jing."

The side view was stunned by his appearance, Xie Ting didn't remind him, the two were staring at each other on the other side of the screen in a daze.

There is a delicate atmosphere in the air and in the network cable.

Bian Jing suddenly thought that this state is like a couple, reluctant to hang up the video.

Realizing this, Bian Jing was in a hurry to hang up: "Hang up... hang up."

Xie Ting still smiled, letting that handsome face to the extreme: "Well, let's go."

The side scene is really busy, Xie Ting's birthday is usually celebrated during the summer vacation, on August [-]th.

But the third year of high school started on August [-]st during the summer vacation, so Xie Ting's birthday this time was celebrated at school.

The side view map has not been repaired yet, I copied the book all night, and got up the next day to revise the map.

After retouching, the pictures have to be sent to be washed out and bound into a volume.

As far as the shape of the photo album is concerned, the side scenes went all over the bookstores in Zhanning City that were a bit aggressive, and finally chose the outer volume with a cold industrial style, and put the photos in it, which matched Xie Ting's style very well.

He was busy like this, and on the way, he went to Sister Lan's side scene to be a model for a while. For the batch of clothes he took last time, the models were handsome and full of vigor.

Helped Sister Lan clear a lot of inventory.

Sister Lan paid him a lot of fees.

The small treasury is getting bigger and bigger. The night before school starts, Bian Jing sorts out the money like a money fanatic.

This amount is the tuition fee for the third year of high school, this is the food fee, and this is the textbook fee. At the end of the allocation, there are still seven or eight thousand for the university.

When Xie Ting's video played, he saw Bian Jing sitting on the bed, surrounded by a pile of money.

"Brother Jing, what are you doing?"

"Count the money."

"......"

Xie Ting didn't even want to complain about the vulgar scenery, this guy found that he had enough money to start school happily.