Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Jiang Jing and Xu En walked back to the desk and flipped through the information.

"The hotel gave me the news," Xu En said solemnly, "I thought it was just a partner. The hotel did not give out guest information. There are still people making secret visits in the past two days. They may be about to find out your information."

Regarding what happened at Xu En's wedding banquet, Mrs. Xu and the Qi family will definitely go to the hotel to find out the news.

Even Assistant Xu was hinted at, overtly or covertly.

These are all within Xu En's control. Only this force makes Xu En unable to take action.

Xu En also felt strange. He might understand if he was investigating Bai Qian, but how could anyone investigate Ji Heng?

and……

The Xu family didn't have a clue.

"Okay, it shouldn't be an enemy." Bai Qian turned around and thought about it for a moment.

After spending half a year together, Bai Zian understands Ji Heng very well.

only……

If not an enemy, then who is it?

Jiang Fuli came late tonight. When he arrived, Ning Xiao and Tang Ming had gone back. Their issues had been discussed with Bai Qian for now.

Black business car, rear door open.

Ming Dongheng turned off the car and opened the window without getting out.

As soon as he got off the car, he saw Bai Xian sitting by the window. The milk tea shop had been closed, leaving only the dim light next to her. Jiang He sat next to Bai Xian, not reading. He yawned and tilted his head on the table. Look at her.

Jiang Fuli stretched out his hand to open the door curtain and entered the milk tea shop with the sound of clear wind chimes.

"They are all gone?" Jiang Fuli sat opposite Bai Qian.

"Yeah, you're a little late today."

Indeed, after Jiang Fuli brought the team members today, he checked the laboratory equipment to see if he could design a light storage chip. He was an hour late in reading the information.

Jiang Fuli wanted to ask a few more questions, but his eyes saw the cut on her finger.

He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the back of her hand, his fingertips pressed her palm, and looked down at her index finger. There was a bloody cut on the fingertip. It was not long, but it could be seen that it was very deep.

The blood had not clotted for a day and was flowing intermittently.

Jiang Fuli looked up at her, but said nothing.

This was neither painful nor itchy for Bai Qian. She just looked down at Jiang Fuli's fingers. His finger joints were long and clean, and his thumb was slightly calloused and a little cold.

"It's a small hole," Bai Zian lazily supported his chin with his other hand, looking at him with half-lidded cold black eyes, "It'll be fine in... a few days."

Jiang Fuli raised his head and looked at her gently, then seemed to look at her shoulder. He lowered his eyelashes gently and said nothing.

After returning to the car, he took out the medical kit, found a band-aid, and sprinkled some medicinal powder on her.

The light in the back is on.

Bai Qian watched him lower his head and apply medicine to himself quietly. She wanted to make a joke. People would laugh at him in the military camp if he had to apply medicine for such an injury. But looking at his serious look, she suddenly couldn't say it.

This person was seriously concerned about whether she was in pain or not.

The car arrived at Qingshui Street.

Jiang He fell asleep in his seat.

Jiang Fuli got off the car and took her into the alleys. All the alleys in Qingshui Street were equipped with solar lights, which were very bright even at night.

"I used to be quite afraid of the dark," Bai Zian rarely mentioned the past, maybe because it was quieter tonight, "but I got over it later."

"It's amazing." He kept looking down at her and praised her seriously.

When you reach the corner, Ji Heng's yard is in front of you.

Bai Zian stopped, she picked up her schoolbag and stood there: "You go first."

Jiang Fuli stood at the intersection without leaving, "Bai Qian."

He suddenly spoke.

Bai Zian waited for him to say the following words,

There was a headlight behind him, and the hazy light shone on him. His stern silhouette in the light and shadow became brighter and brighter. He looked deeply into her eyes: "Can I hug you?"

Bai Zian stood there a little stunned, the wind blew gently.

Probably two minutes passed.

Jiang Fuli leaned forward slightly and clasped her waist with his left hand. Her body temperature was a little higher than his. He held her quietly, as if she was hugging his moonlight.

The fingers clasped behind her back tightened slightly, but they refrained from exerting any more force.

Bai Zian seemed to still be able to hear the heartbeat in his chest, and there was a vague smell of mint hanging over him.

**

The two separated.

Jiang Fuli went back with his cell phone.

He was wearing a black trench coat, and his whole person was cold and indifferent.

In the driver's seat, because Jiang He was in the car, Ming Dongheng kept the car on. When he saw the figure, he opened the back door and suddenly noticed something.

etc……

Young Master Jiang was in the same boat just now.

"Master, the housekeeper just called me. I hope you will answer the phone." Ming Dongheng said and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

Jiang Fuli raised his head, his pale eyes as cold as ever. Ming Dongheng didn't dare to pry anymore. His hands shook, and he quickly looked away and put his hands on the steering wheel.

He quickly stepped on the accelerator.

In the back seat, Jiang Fuli turned off a light, leaving Jiang He with only one light to sleep with, and reached out to loosen a button.

He reached out and picked up the mobile phone on the partition and dialed out a series of numbers.

"Master," there was a slightly older voice on the other end of the phone, very respectful, "You haven't been to MTR for a long time, and the professor over there is asking for news about you."

"I'm not going." Jiang Fuli leaned back with a relaxed posture, a lamp fell slantingly on his right, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his voice was lazy.

"Your ecological signs..."

Jiang Fuli interrupted him, "I'm taking medicine."

"Take medicine?" The other person was stunned.

"Yes." Jiang Fuli lowered half of the car window, letting in the wind, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Someone prescribed medicine for me."

Indifferent, but also slightly proud.

"..." Butler Jiang was silent for a long time and then said, "I'll ask the MTR blood collector to go to Xiangcheng."

Jiang Fuli responded casually.

"Master," Butler Jiang reminded again, "the clan already knows about your relationship with a young lady, and...your uncle should also know about it."

When Jiang Fuli mentioned this, the looseness on his face disappeared immediately, and his expression was cold, "They don't need to worry about this."

On the other side of the phone.

The butler sighed softly.

**

Ji Heng wants to make graduation gowns for his classmates in Class 15, and he is still drawing designs in the yard.

Dean Jian was looking at his design drawings in his pajamas.

Ji Heng first drew the design drawings for the girls, and Lu Xiaohan collected the opinions of the class. The boys couldn't come up with anything and let Ji Heng develop it on his own, but the girls had many bold ideas.

"Aji," Ji Heng looked up when he saw Bai Qian coming back, hesitating slightly: "Can you accept the red color of the crane crown for your class's graduation uniform?"

When Bai Zian first arrived here, Ji Heng made him a colorful skirt, but she never wore it.

He synthesized the opinions of the girls in Class 15 and concluded that a white top and red skirt would be very suitable for this group of young and beautiful girls.

Ji Heng has never asked her why she doesn't wear clothes of this color. He will also ask her at this time. If she doesn't want to wear it, then he will make her a separate one with the same style but different colors.

Bai Qian closed the door and looked towards Ji Heng after hearing the words.

Graduation photos are due in May.

She counted the hours.

"Okay." Bai Qian responded to Ji Heng.

Ji Heng was stunned. He originally thought Bai Qian would say no, but when he heard her say yes, he also smiled, "I thought you didn't like clothes of this color."

"No," Bai Zian put his schoolbag back in the room and came out to fetch water. "I like it all. You can do it with peace of mind."

Think about it.

She carried the water and squatted next to Ji Heng, "Uncle Xu said today that someone at Jiangjing Yunxiao Hotel is asking for news about you."

Ji Heng's hand holding the pencil paused for a moment. He thought for a while and shook his head: "It's okay."

Bai Zian observed Ji Heng's expression and found that it was similar to what she thought. Those people were not malicious.

That's okay. Everyone has secrets, including her and Ji Heng.

Ji Heng never asked her, and she would never inquire about his secrets.

Bai Zian stood up to fetch water.

Dean Jian couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw that Bai Zian greeted him from beginning to end, "Bai Zian, I see you also like guzheng, why don't you agree with my suggestion."

"How can you tell that I like guzheng?" Bai Zian asked lazily.

"Just..." Dean Jian saw Bai Qian's guzheng on the table through the door and said, "If you don't like it, why don't you buy a 288w piano?"

The guzheng is not as expensive as the piano. At 288w, it is already a collectible.

Dean Jian knew that there was such an exhibition at that time. He hesitated for a long time and did not prepare to go to the exhibition, fearing that he would be cruel and take the guzheng home.

As the dean of the Jiangjing Conservatory of Music, he doesn’t have that much savings, so most of it is used to teach guzheng to children on his own, and some of it is donated to charity.

This 288w is also a huge sum of money for him.

Unexpectedly, when he came to Ji's house, he saw the Qin he dreamed of sitting on Bai Xian's table.

"Ah?" Bai Qian slowly raised his head and looked at the cold Qin lying on the table, "...288w?"

"You don't know..." Dean Jian suddenly sneezed mid-sentence.

Ji Heng put away his pen and looked up at Dean Jian, "Did you catch a cold? You should go back to your room and rest first. I'm going to bed too."

Bai Zian returned to the room, poured water into the bucket, put his hair down, and then picked up the phone.

I took a photo of the guzheng.

Classmate Bai: [[Picture]]

Classmate Bai: [288w? 】

Jiang Fuli selected "Classmate Bai: [picture]" and replied: [You are still good at taking pictures]

Teacher Jiang: [I’ll take pictures for you next time]

Bai Qian: "..."

**

Dean Jian stayed in Xiangcheng for several days.

Because his erhu music became popular, many music players came to Xiangcheng during this period, and they all went to the public stage in eastern Hunan to perform, including some Internet celebrities.

Many videos are very popular and have become phenomenon-level videos.

The enthusiasm about Dean Jian was gradually covered up by these people, and he was finally able to step out of Ji's house and go to the east of the city to have a good look.

Xiangcheng Mansion.

Jian Zhonghai couldn't find Jian Zhongyou during this period of time. He seemed to have aged several years for a while, and his eyes were very vicissitudes of life: "He is still not ready to see me."

"Uncle may not know you are here." Assistant Jian comforted Jian Zhonghai.

"It's been so long, he may have returned to Jiangjing." Jian Zhonghai put down his chopsticks and sighed.

This time, the spy he planted with Jian Zhongyou was exposed. It will not be so easy to get the information next time.

Jian's family is also preparing to return to Beicheng.

Outside the door, Jian Zhe came in with two books in his arms, knowing that his grandfather and father were going back to Beicheng soon to see them off.

Assistant Jian glanced at Jian Zhe, "Master Jian Zhe really wants to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"Yes," Jian's father quickly pulled Jian Zhe over and said to Jian Zhonghai, "Dad, look at Jian Rong's teacher..."

Jian Zhonghai didn't care about Jian Zhe. He glanced at Jian Zhe casually and said, "I'll have someone send you a copy of Jian Rong's class content."

Jian Zhe lowered his eyes and did not say no: "Thank you, grandpa."

Jian's father looked at Jian Zhe with a hateful look, "We are leaving tomorrow night, and you will come to see your grandpa off then. His IQ is not as high as others, can't you please me?!"

Jian Zhe scratched his head and was about to leave to read in the library, "No, I should be at the milk tea shop at that time."

He has developed the habit of reading books every day.

"Why don't you give me milk!" Father Jian twisted his ears, "You must be there for me tomorrow."

**

at the same time.

Beicheng No. 1 Middle School, principal's office.

"Shaoke left in a hurry. His mentor urged him to enter the laboratory." The gentle-looking woman gave Principal Li a New Year's gift and said with a smile, "Ask me to see you."

"He entered the laboratory?" Principal Li looked up suddenly.

Very surprised by this.

Although Bai Shaoke was the top scholar in Beicheng at the time, Principal Li knew that there was still a big gap between him and those in Jiangjing Affiliated Middle School. Who would have thought that he would find a mentor within half a year of entering Jiangjing University?

This progress...

"Yes, but I just joined and no one else knows about it. Only Jian Rong knows about it. You should know Jian Rong, right? He and Shao Ke have been close friends for many years." Guo Yueqing was very polite. She lowered her head and picked up the tea cup, "I heard Have you and Shaoqi’s class teacher been to Xiangcheng?”

The Bai family incident was not a good one at the time.

Ji Mulan is not a vegetarian, and Principal Li also knows the whole story of the three children of the Bai family.

Before going there, Principal Li didn't know that the person was Bai Qian, who had a close relationship with Bai Shaoqi and Bai Shaoke.

"Go and inspect the school." Principal Li nodded.

After Guo Yueqing took a sip of tea, she put down the tea cup, lowered her eyelashes, and said casually, "I remember that the teaching staff in Xiangcheng is not good, right?"

This is a fact. It’s just that the Beicheng Education Bureau allocated a lot of resources to Bai Zian’s results last time.

"Look," Guo Yueqing said, standing up and bending slightly towards the principal, "You are so busy, so I won't disturb you."

After everyone left, Principal Li looked at the gift on the table, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his back.

"Are you sure?" The voice on the other end of the phone was very surprised.

Principal Li took a deep breath, Guo Yueqing just wanted him to join the team, "The top pick in our school last year only received Jiangjing's resources. Please issue a notice that Beicheng No. 1 Middle School will not share resources with other schools from today on. "

These have a lot of impact on other schools, but have no impact on Beicheng No. 1 Middle School at all.

Jiangjing allocates some teaching resources to the following schools every year, which are based on the annual college entrance examination scores. Beicheng No. 1 Middle School has almost exclusive access to all resources.

"If this announcement is sent out, if other schools have teaching resources first in the future, we can't..." The person on the phone hesitated.

"Don't worry, even if someone else takes the first place in Beicheng, our school as a whole will be better than Xiangcheng." Principal Li is extremely confident about this. Everyone in the international class is among the top 100.

**

The next day, Friday.

Xiangcheng Middle School distributes comprehensive papers and extended papers every Friday, but today there are none.

"Teacher," after the second chemistry class in the afternoon, I heard him raise his hand and asked the chemistry teacher, "Aren't there any comprehensive papers this week?"

The test questions for the senior year of high school are very important.

There will be some new question types for the college entrance examination test takers. The test takers are in Jiangjing. It is not easy to get the daily papers in their hands. Some of them are exercises carefully studied by elite teachers from Jiang Jing and the four major cities.

Every year there are one or two questions that are almost exactly the same.

Tricky and novel, this is why all schools keep students doing these papers.

But it’s strange today. It’s the weekend and not a single paper has been handed out.

The chemistry teacher was very cold. He looked at Wen Qi and said, "Do you want to do the test paper?"

Hearing his surprise, "No...teacher..."

"Come to the office with me," the chemistry teacher ignored his whining and turned around and walked out, "I'll tear up two papers for you."

Hearing it: "..."

Why is he so talkative?

The atmosphere in the principal's office was gloomy.

After school in the afternoon, Bai Zian, Ning Xiao and Tang Ming, after learning the news about Beicheng, he smoked a bunch of cigarettes alone in the principal's office.

The office was filled with smoke.

Seeing three students arriving, the principal opened the window to diffuse the smell of smoke.

He looked at the three students, fearing that they would be disappointed and finding it difficult to say: "Starting from this week, we will not have any extracurricular expansion papers, nor will we have the next two joint entrance examinations. You have to..."

These extracurricular development papers are really important to Xiangcheng Middle School. Their educational resources are lagging behind, and the information gap itself is huge.

"I understand." Bai Zian nodded casually.

The principal was stunned.

Next to Bai Qian, Tang Ming touched his head and asked, "Principal, do you have anything else to do?"

The principal originally thought that when he mentioned this matter, the three students might be sad and react violently...

But I didn't expect them to react like this.

"You," the principal put out his cigarette, sighed, and said slowly: "Without the extracurricular expansion papers, you will not have new question types, and there will be a certain gap between you and other schools. We have not given you the best..."

He tried to explain the matter to the three of them.

Bai Zian only heard "There are no new question types, so there is a certain gap between us and other schools." He raised his head and said, "You... need new question types?"

She reached out to open her backpack, took out a thick exercise book, searched for it, and found a collection of wrong answers.

Hand it to the principal.