Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

An Xiaowen didn't remember how he had to bite the bullet and simply told Sheng Jiaoyang everything.

Just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

But after listening to everything he said, the acting president's expression became unclear: "You mean, Fu Qiran?"

An Xiaowen was a little confused. Shouldn't everyone in the school know about this? Why is she acting like she just found out.

He replied: "Yes."

"Excuse me."

She raised her chin, her expression became a little arrogant and inhumane, and she said with a sneer: "The student union may not be able to help you with this matter."

"Why?" An Xiaowen was a little excited. Anyone who was on the verge of death would be excited if his last hope was shattered.

"Just because he is Fu Qiran, the grandson of Mr. Fu of the Fu family, he can't afford to offend anyone? You are all children of rich families, with high positions of authority, but you are all unworthy of your position! What are you doing? At that time, have you ever asked your conscience?"

Jiaoyang glanced at him slowly, with a condescending look.

"So, from what standpoint are you speaking these words to me now?"

"From the standpoint of a victim, isn't this enough?" An Xiaowen was filled with indignation. Why, why... the world is unfair!

"Don't think that you look so arrogant. I don't know what dark and dirty things you have done secretly. You are selfish, narrow-minded, twisted and conceited, and you did something as cruel as killing your own mother."

"Huh?" Jiaoyang stepped down from the chair and raised her eyebrows.

An Xiaowen completely collapsed and did not notice the slight pause on Jiaoyang's face, and her eyes suddenly became dark and unpredictable.

"And that Fu Qiran, I thought he was a good guy before, at least not that bad. But I saw the wounds on his arms, God knows where they came from, and he gave me these slanders."

An Xiaowen was still thinking to himself: "You don't care, it's okay. I want to call the police, I want to call the police."

He took out his cell phone and dialed a key when Jiaoyang snatched it away. Under his gaze, he slowly let go and let the cell phone fall out of the window.

"You!" An Xiaowen was shocked.

Jiaoyang pressed forward step by step, with a vicious sneer on her lips: "You want to call the police? Do you think that things that can't be solved in school can be solved in the police station when you enter society? Don't be naive.

Do you really think that we, the children of rich families who seem to have unlimited glory on the surface, are going through the same things behind the scenes as we appear to be?

Let me tell you, Fu Qiran and I, as well as Bo Yunli, our ancestors go back three generations, no one is rich or a prominent figure. It's something that your kind of Tian Sandai parents can't compare to.

Do you think that with just a few words in the police station, you can shake our generation and the foundation of either of our families?

Children, it’s time to wake up. This is the 21st century. The country has been conquered by generations. It is not a dreaming era where you can rebel and revolt at will. "

An Xiaowen stayed where he was.

Jiaoyang raised the corner of her mouth, continued to approach, and whispered in his ear: "If you feel that you can't accept everything in this world, then leave this world. Anyway, no one cares about you, and no one will do anything for you. leaving with pain or regret.”

He stared at her blankly, and at that moment, An Xiaowen seemed to see her smiling, with a bright smile as bright as a flower.

But when she regained her consciousness, she still crossed her arms and looked at herself with a half-smiling look.

An Xiaowen left the student union in despair.

The words she said before leaving kept echoing in my mind.

"No one will feel pain or regret for your departure."

no one cares about him

leave.

I'd rather die.

An Xiaowen walked to the back of the school without knowing it.

He paused and heard that on the other side of the rockery, Fu Qiran was holding a mobile phone and talking to the person on the other end of the phone.

He was on speakerphone, and An Xiaowen recognized it. The other person was the old man who came that day, Mr. Fu.

"I've taken care of the problem you poked. This time I can let the country boy take the blame. What about the future? Can you save me some trouble?"

"Okay, okay, grandpa, I knew you were the best." Fu Qiran held the phone in his hand with a smile on his face.

"Now that the thing has been done, let's make mistakes. I can only go down the road and maximize the benefits. Now that you and the person from the Sheng family are wearing the same pair of pants, you can just lean against her big tree. Shu, I can let you go this time, but if you do it again next time, you will never have anything to do with the future of the Fu family again in your life!"

"Okay, grandpa." Fu Qiran was elated, he couldn't get what he wanted.

An Xiaowen's body suddenly became cold.

On her way back to the teaching building, Jiaoyang faintly heard someone shouting on the road.

"It's over, it's over, it seems like someone is going to jump off the building!"

"What? Jump off the building? Where?!"

She looked up and saw a thin young man on the roof.

There were crowds of people below, and the students were laughing, making noise, and shouting.

"You are dancing, you are dancing! How long has it been, why are you still not dancing!"

"If you were a man, dance for me!"

"Isn't this the 'famous' An Xiaowen? He dared to hit the young master of the Fu family. Could it be that he was dissatisfied with being suspended from school a while ago, so he came to school to cause trouble?"

"If you want us to believe you and prove your innocence, jump down if you can!"

"Hypocritical, disgusting, bah!"

"Jump! Jump quickly!"

"Jump!"

"Jump"

The young man jumped down from the roof, like a broken kite, hitting the ground with a "bang", his flesh and blood mangled.

In an instant, everything was silent.

Fu Qiran held the mobile phone in his hand, turned off the speakerphone, and cursed a few times.

"What's going on?" the old man on the other end of the phone asked, "What's the sound?"

"That damn guy seems to have jumped off the building. Damn, he's in trouble again." Fu Qiran walked over there.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal. Leave it to your family."

"Okay, okay, I know, I just find it troublesome."

Fu Qiran rubbed his eyebrows and looked around for something. When he didn't see that person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to join in the fun first."

He hung up the phone.

Jiaoyang looked at it from a distance. The moment her body hit the ground, her expression froze, and complex emotions flashed through her eyes.

That is the only trace of conscience left by No. 1, the indifference of No. 3, and the gloating of No. 2.

She bent down, the corners of her lips raised, and joy almost invaded her mind.

Jiaoyang held onto the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other hand to prevent laughter from overflowing from her mouth.

"Now, should you disappear? No. 3."

A voice whispered slowly.

Two chapters in one.