The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  The lower part of "Palm Pet"

  The scorching summer.

  The Royal High School of Country A.

  Jiang Miaoyu was wearing an improved high school uniform, sitting carelessly on the desk and chair dedicated to the dean of education, with Erlang's legs tilted, shaking endlessly.

  The teachers and leaders of a room sent attention to the "big-name" bad girl.

  This young girl has a fair complexion, outstanding appearance, and a deep and unfathomable background.

  But this character...like a vampire fairy.

  A good set of high school uniforms. The pure white round-neck navy shirt is transformed into a very close-fitting style. The outline of the girl's chest is perfectly presented, ready to come out, and she can't stop ups and downs with her breathing.

  Even mature teachers, both men and women, can't help but look at this eye-catching scene.

  What's more, it is a high school boy who is just a **** boy at this age...

  The blue school uniform and short skirt are even more terrifying.

  The length of the knee was cut in half by the waist, and it was only barely enough to cover the base of the thigh.

  She is currently sitting in a chair anyway.

  If you stand up and walk a little longer, the ghost knows whether the little secret under the skirt will be exposed...

  The leaders and teachers in a room surrounded this unhealthy girl with a complex mood and a solemn expression.

  After waiting for a long time, Jiang Miaoyu’s "parents" finally arrived.

  Gao Chief heard that the eldest had beaten her classmates again at school and directly beat a man and a woman into the hospital. You were worried that the eldest would be injured, so naturally she was busy pushing away all official duties and rushing to the royal high school.

  The teachers greeted the high chiefs respectfully.

   "Sir, you can count it, classmate Jiang, this..."

Those two classmates who were beaten into the hospital were also children of high-ranking leaders. They were so badly injured. Among them, the boy's nose was beaten crookedly and his injuries were serious. Even if the school knew about Jiang Miaoyu's background, he couldn't bear it. I have to sue.

Who would have imagined that the senior officer ignored all the teacher’s ties, rushed straight to Jiang Miaoyu, squatted down in front of her, and asked respectfully and nervously: "My little ancestor, what's wrong with you, hurt? Did it happen? Where did it hurt?!"

   Jiang Miaoyu’s white and tender face is heavily makeup, her eyeshadow is golden-pink and shiny. Although she looks good, she doesn’t look like a high school student at all. She looks like a young lady who just ran out of a nightclub.

  She rolled her eyes and said indifferently: "No, who am I, your ancestor? I am the King of Jincheng Thunderbolt, who can hurt me? Besides, just two wastes, huh!"

  Gao Chief breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she didn't seem to be injured.

  The dean of teaching could not help but wailed: "I said classmate Jiang, what are you talking about? You are not injured, but those two classmates were beaten to death by you..."

  The Chief High was not born yet, but two rows of uniformed guards who opened the way for you suddenly came in outside the office.

  Zhan Mu Qian fell from the sky with long legs with a cold face.

  The teachers and leaders never expected to see this big Buddha with their own eyes.

  At this time, the legs were so soft that he almost wanted to kneel down.

  "President, Your Excellency, why did you come in person!"

   "Yeah, yeah, the President really broke us!!"

  Zhan Mu Qian was expressionless, and walked straight to the violent loli who was dressed like a little Taimei.

  Qu Qi poked her forehead with long fingers and said, "Jiang Miaoyu, are you fighting again?!"