The Monster I Was Redeemed

After lunch, Ai Liang returned to the classroom for a lunch break. During the lunch break, when he reviewed the classroom, there were significantly more empty seats.

It seems that there are not many parents who are willing to spend money on their children. A good high school is the beginning of a high degree of education. Naturally, if you have the conditions, your children will not lose at the starting line.

Ma Yu and Fang Xiaoxiao took advantage of the lunch time to pack up and go home.

Ai Liang lowered his head and checked the desk at the end of the class. Unlike others' desks full of textbooks and reference books, there were no textbooks on his desk, no matter whether it was a desktop or a desk, only the exam papers that the teacher occasionally assigned.

Things like textbooks have been brought home in batches long ago, and the books in the desk are just a few idle books bought from Xu Zhihai, which are used to pass the usual self-study.

Ai Liang grabbed the book and the test papers she had talked about and went to the trash can in the corridor and threw them all in one go.

Books that were picked up in the first place don't mean much after reading them. He couldn't possibly put them away as a collection, right? As for the test paper, it is even more meaningless. After talking about it, it will be thrown away.

While Ai Liang was handling the items on the desk, Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue were also packing up.

Yue Qihua is okay, she and Ai Liang have almost nothing to bring, just stuff the comics and charging treasure into the schoolbag and you're done.

Yang Xingyue was a bit miserable. Not only did she have the textbooks and exam papers issued by the school, but also a lot of tutorial books that Ai Liang recommended to her. In the end, she borrowed Yue Qihua's schoolbag to remove all these things. The two packages add up to a small amount. Said to be twenty or thirty pounds.

"Ai Liang came over to help, who asked you to buy so many reference books for Xingyue, and now I suffer." Yue Qihua was carrying her schoolbag on one shoulder and couldn't see her suffering at all.

However, Ai Liang still stepped forward and took the schoolbag and carried it on her shoulders, walking side by side with Yang Xingyue.

"thanks."

Yang Xingyue looked at Ai Liang with a sweet smile: "Well, is Ai Liang free this afternoon? I want to ask you to give me a few questions..."

Yang Xingyue is very shy every time she invites Ai Liang.

"My dad has been very busy recently, so no one at home has to worry about it..." Yang Xingyue added another sentence in order to avoid embarrassment when she thought of Ai Liang's rejection of her father's invitation two days ago.

Ai Liang has been in his thirties in his two lifetimes. No matter how he heard this, he felt strange. He looked at Yang Xingyue with strange eyes. When did this shy little white rabbit become so bold?

And the parties were still looking forward to waiting for Ai Liang's answer.

Considering the difference between men and women, he didn't want to be too involved with Director Yang's daughter, so he opened his mouth and refused: "Sorry, I have something to do this afternoon."

Yang Xingyue didn't feel lost and continued to ask, "What about tomorrow? My dad hasn't been at home for a while, so it's always tiring to run to the bookstore library with so many tutorial books on his back with a schoolbag that weighs more than ten kilograms."

Is this girl a ghost?

Ai Liang turned her gaze to Yue Qihua: 'What happened to her? ’

As if she understood what Ai Liang meant, Yue Qihua sighed and said, "Xingyue, think about what you just said before you speak."

Yang Xingyue looked puzzled, didn't she just ask Ai Liang to help her study as usual?

After a long silence, Yang Xingyue's face suddenly turned red, feeling that an egg could be fried.

"I am... I... Ai Liang, I don't mean..."

After trying to understand what she just said, Yang Xingyue suddenly turned into mosquito-repellent incense eyes.

Yue Qihua looked at Yang Xingyue's incoherent appearance and had to explain for her: "Uncle Yang has gone on a business trip, so Xingyue lives at my house now. She wants to invite you to come to my house to tutor her, probably that's what it means."

Yang Xingyue nodded frantically from the side: "Huahua's parents are not at home, there is only a nanny who is in charge of cleaning... It hurts,

What are you doing! "

"I said don't speak in such a misleading way!" Yue Qihua retracted her knife.

Ai Liang didn't say a word, and it was not convenient for him to speak at this time, but his steps slowed down and silently followed behind the two.

Although the two of them are wearing school uniforms, their beautiful appearance cannot be covered by a single piece of clothing. The rustic school uniforms are also worn by them to give them a fashion show temperament. They are very eye-catching along the way, and people turn back frequently. I like it.

Ai Liang, on the other hand, wore a peaked cap and lowered the brim to cover her appearance and followed them in a low-key manner, keeping a distance of two or three meters, refusing to walk side by side with them.

The two of them were used to this, and they both knew that Ai Liang didn't want to attract attention.

Ai Liang placed the schoolbag on the bench at the bus stop: "I have something to do next, so I can only deliver it here."

Urgent? After thinking about it, there was only a summons from the police.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingyue asked worriedly, "Is it still the police's business?"

Having been in the same class for three years, Ai Liang has never been so busy as in the past few days. She runs around almost every day. She is used to Ai Liang by her side when she is studying. Now he leaves for a while, which makes Yang Xingyue feel a little bit in her heart. lonely.

In the past, Yang Xingyue's father was also like this. At first, he was able to take time to accompany his daughter. Later, when he was busy with work, he went home less and less often, so little that he could only foster her in Yue Qihua's house.

Graduating soon, this way of getting along makes Yang Xingyue very uneasy. Will Ai Liang's relationship drift away like her father?

Ai Liang called the nearby Didi with his mobile phone, and replied while waiting for Didi: "No, the police have finished it. As long as there is no accident, I don't need my witness."

"Then what are you doing this afternoon?"

Yang Xingyue wanted to inquire about Ai Liang's itinerary in the afternoon.

"Attend Gao Jiajia's funeral."

Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue looked at each other, this topic was not easy to answer.

"...Can we go together? No matter what, we're half acquaintances." Yang Xingyue was silent for a while and suggested to go together.

Although they are not friends, because there is Fang Xiaoxiao, they can be considered a talkative relationship between everyone.

"Gao Jiajia's father only invited me alone. It's rude to come uninvited."

"Only you and Gao Jiajia's father?" Yue Qihua's expression was a little serious, "I remember he wanted to do something to you last Friday, will he blame you for Gao Jiajia's death? After all... "

Although these words are ruthless, they are very reasonable.

Yue Qihua, who had seen Gao Fuye's madness, didn't mind using the greatest malice to speculate on the real estate boss's intentions.

"Just attending the funeral." Ai Liang shook his head without explaining.

It is true that Gao Fuye's crazy appearance on Friday will make people misunderstood, but it is just unacceptable impulse to lose his daughter.

It can't be said that he is a good person, but he must be a good father. Ai Liang had already confirmed this when he went to his house.

"Oh, don't carry your schoolbag when you attend the funeral. I'll carry it for you. Anyway, it won't take much time for the two of you to mourn. After the end, you can come directly to my house to tutor Xingyue's homework. First, ask if there is nothing shameful in the bag. Bar?"

Yue Qihua took off Ai Liang's schoolbag.

"I'll carry it myself..."

Just at this time, the taxi also came over. Yue Qihua pushed Ai Liang against him without giving Ai Liang a chance to defend him: "That's it, remember to come over in the afternoon to get your schoolbag."

Ai Liang looked at Yue Qihua, who was holding her schoolbag and didn't let go, feeling a little helpless, so she could only promise her.

Looking at the taxi, Yang Xingyue was a little confused: "Huahua, there's no need to force Ai Liang to come here..."

Yue Qihua stared at Yang Xingyue for a long time before slowly saying, "Who do you think I'm doing this for? Ai Liang doesn't like to talk to people. If you're more shy, you two won't play in this life."

"Don't you think that there are still three years in high school? In the new environment, are you sure that no one will attack Ai Liang first? Everyone else will not be as thin-skinned as you."

Yang Xingyue lowered her head and was taught by Yue Qihua that she was speechless. She knew all these things, but she didn't want to think about it.

"Don't say anything else, your current grades are fine to enter the experimental middle school, but the key classes are still a little reluctant. If you don't let Ai Liang give you a good make-up class in the last month, you will not perform well. We are not in the same class, and there are people in the class chasing Ai. You can't stop it."

Yue Qihua's expression was serious and serious. These were the facts in front of her. She didn't want to watch Yang Xingyue continue to be innocent.

Yang Xingyue whispered: "Isn't there a flower with you beside Ai Liang..."

Hearing Yang Xingyue's muttering, Yue Qihua was so frightened that she staggered and almost lost her footing. She pretended to be calm and said, "Are you chasing Ai Liang or me? My rival in love will solve it myself!"

After she finished speaking, she tapped Yang Xingyue's head with a knife.

"Got it..."

After Yue Qihua gave a lecture, Yang Xingyue drooped her head and looked sluggish.

Ai Liang, who was in the taxi, had no idea about the conversation between the two little girls. He has now arrived at the entrance of the funeral home in the suburbs of the city. The driver did not want to stay in such a place for a long time, worried that he would get bad luck and leave quickly after Ai Liang got off the bus. .

Under the leadership of the staff, Ai Liang quickly came to the condolence hall, and when he entered the building, a cold air came on his face. The air-conditioning system here is colder than the household air conditioner. The condolence hall has a large space, and the slight footsteps will echo in the hall with horror. Gao Fuye is sitting alone on a chair at this time.

Just as Ai Liang was about to walk over, the staff suddenly grabbed him: "That man has not eaten for a day. If you are a relative of the deceased, it is best to persuade him first."

The staff didn't say anything about the big reason, maybe because they saw too much and their expressions didn't change much, they just asked Ai Liang to persuade Gao Fuye to go to dinner.

Ai Liang didn't make any guarantees, just replied lightly: "I see."

Gao Fuye's love for Gao Jiajia moved him, but that was all. After this condolence is over, there is no more connection between the two.

Helping him catch the murderer is regarded as Ai Liang's return gift to feel the warmth of family affection. It has nothing to do with Ai Liang whether Gao Fuye will have a second marriage or have a child for Gao Jiajia's revenge on Wang Zi's family.

Ai Liang walked up to Gao Fuye and shouted, "Uncle Gao."

"You are here."

Gao Fuye calmly raised his head and looked at Ai Liang. He saw Ai Liang when he first entered the door, but he was not in the mood to walk over to greet him.

"Um."

"Thank you for your willingness to come. When you finish your mourning, Jiajia will be sent to cremation."

"I see."

Ai Liang came to the portrait without talking nonsense, bowed, and stood silently for a while.

In front of the portrait, in addition to the flowers, there is also a dead voice recorder. Ai Liang is very clear about what was recorded in it. When Gao Fuye asked for it, he guessed what he wanted to use it for.

After a few minutes of silence, Ai Liang walked to the door of the condolence hall without looking back, intending to leave, when Gao Fuye's voice came from behind: "Please wait."

Ai Liang turned around and looked at Gao Fuye without speaking as if asking, 'Is there anything else? ’

Gao Fuye handed over a bank card with a note on the back that said a string of numbers should be the password.

Looking at Ai Liang's puzzled eyes, Gao Fuye explained, "I said before, whoever finds the murderer will give him one million."

"People are caught by the police and you should donate your money to them."

Ai Liang was unmoved and did not mean to accept the card.

"I've already expressed it over there. It's a little thank you for Jiajia and a little apology on Friday morning."

Gao Fuye put the card into Ai Liang's pocket very strongly, and there was no reason to refuse it except for the large amount.

When Ai Liang was thinking about how to become rich and prosperous, slightly heavy footsteps came from the entrance of the hall.

Unexpectedly, the person who came this time was Wang Zi's father, Wang Qiang.

The moment he saw Wang Qiang, Gao Fuye's face changed. He ran to Wang Qiang in two steps in three steps and raised his hand to punch him in the forehead.

When he reacted, Gao Fuye had already pushed Wang Qiang to the ground and rode him on top of him. He slammed his fist on his forehead, punching towards his temple, obviously trying to kill Wang Qiang.

Gao Fuye, who had not eaten for a day, became incomparably powerful under the stimulation of anger, and it was Ai Liang who came to support him and rescued Wang Qiang.

He didn't want to take care of it at first, but there are cameras in the condolence hall, so it's inconvenient to stand by.

"You still have the face to come and see me!" Gao Fuye collapsed to the ground panting. The outbreak just now exhausted his few physical strengths, but he still stared at Wang Qiang viciously.

Wang Qiang didn't resist from the beginning to the end. He covered his head and got up from the ground and said, "If you kill me so that you can sign a letter of understanding, then you can kill me."

Gao Fuye sneered: "Haha, even if I die, I won't sign it!"

Wang Qiang plopped down on his knees in front of Gao Fuye and cried bitterly: "I know my son made a mistake, but he is also my only son! You should understand my feelings, even if you want to kill me today if you are angry with me. Never fight back!"

Gao Fuye let out a roar: "He is your only son, so Jiajia is not my only daughter?!"

Seeing the softness, Wang Qiang also raised his head and stared at Gao Fuye: "Boss Gao, stay on the front line, I just want my son to be sentenced to two years less. Don't blame me if you don't agree to such a simple request!"

Gao Fuye gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The fish died and the net was broken, so a fish died and the net was broken! My only daughter is gone, I don't care about anything else?! Want to sentence two years less? I will directly find someone to kill that little beast inside! "

Gao Fuye's tone seemed to be that of a life-threatening specter who would like to devour Wang Zi's muscles and cramps alive.

"Gao Fuye! If you really dare to do this, I will never stop with you! Don't forget three years ago..."

Wang Qiang lost his mind in a hurry and almost revealed the trump card he used to deal with Gao Fuye. Fortunately, halfway through he reacted, there was a bystander.

"Hehe, it's not over? Of course it's not over! Don't forget who owns the land for your supermarket. Want to report me? Please. Don't forget, you're not innocent either!"

After talking about Gao Fuye, he returned to his chair. After hearing the news, the staff who came here took Wang Qiang to leave after learning what happened from Ai Liang.