Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

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Qingsi County is a small county town with mountains and rivers. Although it has a long history and beautiful environment, it cannot cover up the fact that it is only a small 18-line place.

If it is not the rise of ancient city tourism in recent years, Qingsi County has followed the construction of the ancient city and the development of tourism, and has slowly attracted many tourists, but it is still the kind of poverty and desolateness of previous years.

Now in June, on the eve of the college entrance examination, the high school in Qingsi County is small and small. In order to meet the college entrance examination, the classroom must be given to the third year students, so they are all given other grades.

Ji Baishu is now in the second year of high school, and after receiving the holiday notice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Enduring the screams of laughter from the students, she managed to complete the classroom cleaning task arranged by the teacher, hurriedly carrying a schoolbag full of heavy textbooks, preparing to take the bus, and going to the urban and rural areas half an hour away from the school. combination.

Here, a new food stall was opened. Ji Baishu washed the dishes here.

Gao Ersheng will not go to the summer vacation until mid-July, she will have to pay a month's meal in the school. The mother-in-law will never give her money. If she doesn't want to go hungry at noon, she will have to pay for the meal earlier. Earn it out.

Qingsi No. 1 Middle School pursues a parallel system of study and accommodation. The aunt’s family seems to have just made a large fortune. She has triumphantly bought a school district next to the school and asked her to apply for a day with her cousin, Cheng Yuxi.

However, unlike the gorgeous and magnificent Princess Room in the cousin Cheng Yuxi, Ji Baizhu is living in the corner of the storage room.

The design of the storage room is just around the corner of the building. There is only a narrow window of twenty or thirty centimeters wide in the room, which is barely breathable, damp and damp, and hot in winter and hot in summer.

Half of the house was full of debris, and the other side was placed on a 90-centimeter-wide folding bed, and the old table and old chair were all her living space.

Squeezing on the bus, and even fortunately grabbing a seat by the window, Atract couldn't help but bend her lips. She flipped out of the mathematics workbook in her bag and squatted on the back of the chair in front, just didn't wait. She finished a question, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter outside the window:

"Rain, your cheap sister is going to go out again? You said that she doesn't go home every weekend night, hey, what are you doing?"

She jerked her head up.

On holiday, the school is blocked in front of the gate, the bus has not yet left this block, and the roadside is standing proudly with the only daughter of the mother's family, Cheng Yuxi!

She took a group of follow-ups, painted on her face, and her bag was unremarkably carried on one shoulder. The school uniform T-shirt hem was a fashionable knot, showing off the bulging chest and thin waist.

The surrounding parents showed their inferior expressions, but several girls did not care, even more mad, provocatively licking the sinus in the car window:

"I don't know what she is doing every day. Anyway, when I came back, I was smelly and stinky! Every time I came back after twelve o'clock, who knows who I am fooling with!"

"Wow, I can't see that she turned out to be such a person, a wine... oh, I heard that some female high school students in Japan will go out to accompany men to drink and make money, what kind of aid... what to help? Is that what she is?"

The snoring and sneer screamed loudly, and Ji Baiqi almost smashed the teeth, and the hand embarrassedly tightened the workbook, pinching the paper to shape, and resentfully screaming Cheng Yuxi: "You shut up!"

Cheng Yuxi is staring at the white sorcerer's broth, and the sorrow and sorrow can't hide the beautiful face. The deeper the hatred in the heart, the more a mouthful: "Let me shut up?"