Chapter 774 Qingmei gets married (2)

As a student, you should go to school.

Do what you do and love what you do.

She is a dedicated and good person.

So she came to school - mainly because the chance of losing her fortune in school was much smaller than wandering outside.

The King of Kings will not expose Chu Zheng.

Shengfeng Middle School is a private school.

Outsiders jokingly call it an aristocratic school.

But this is far from a real aristocratic school, but it is true that there are many rich people in it.

The original owner's grades meant he should have gone to a public school.

However, his stepfather felt that this was not suitable for his status, so he forced the original owner to attend Shengfeng Middle School regardless of his wishes.

So in this school where a lot of rich second-generation students are recruited, the original owner basically has no friends.

The only one is Jiang Jin.

Cars from outside the school are not allowed to enter the school, and cars can only park at the school gate.

"Little boss, when will I pick you up?" the driver stuck his head out and asked.

"I will tell you in advance when I use the car."

"...Then what do I do when you don't use the car?"

"casual."

The driver watched Chuzheng enter the school without hesitation.

Chuzheng was late for two classes, but Jiang Jin had asked for leave, so the teacher didn't say anything and asked her to sit down quickly.

"You're here."

Jiang Jin was her deskmate, and she came over to him as soon as she sat down.

"What have you been doing?"

"It's a long story." You may not believe it, but I went to change the core.

Jiang Jin looked at her suspiciously and asked in a low voice, "Where is your schoolbag?"

"You must have lost it." Chuzheng wasn't sure. The original owner seemed to have taken it home. When he was kicked out, she didn't know if it was thrown out and she didn't pick it up.

But it's not important.

But Jiang Jin extinguished her luck in the next second.

"Have you finished writing last week's essay? It's due this morning."

composition!

Want to pay!

Is it too late for me to skip class now?

"You won't lose it too, right?"

Chuzheng looked at Jiang Jin awkwardly and politely with a sullen face. The meaning she expressed was obvious: she was lost.

Jiang Jin felt that Chu Zheng was weird.

Both the words and the manner he used were a bit strange.

But while chatting against the wind at this time, Jiang Jin was taking a lot of risks and didn't think much about it: "Hurry up and write, there is still one class left, so you can write well."

Chu Zheng was lucky: "Must I hand it over?"

Jiang Jin gave her an affirmative and confirming look.

"Lao Qiu won't let you go if you don't pay, you didn't write? What did you do on the weekend? I think you are weird..."

"Jiang Jin, come up and write this question."

The math teacher on the podium noticed that Jiang Jin was absent and called her up.

Jiang Jin stuck out his tongue, faced the attention of the whole class, and went up to solve the problem.

After class, Jiang Jin ignored Chu Zheng and ran towards the toilet first.

When she came back, Chuzheng had already finished her composition and was sitting in her seat playing with her mobile phone.

"You still don't want to make up for it?" Jiang Jin was amazed: "Aren't you the most afraid of Lao Qiu?"

"I'm not afraid now."

Lao Qiu is their class teacher and teaches Chinese.

They are rigid and strict people. Although many of them are children from wealthy families, these children don't dare to be arrogant because of Lao Qiu's presence.

The homework is also the most neatly handed in subject.

When the Chinese class representative was collecting homework in the last class, Jiang Jin realized why she was so calm and relaxed.

She actually hired someone to write it for her.

"When did you and Xu Qingzi get so close?" I can even help you write an essay! She was the only friend she had before, but now she has other friends! !

"Not familiar."

"How can she help you write a composition if you don't know her well?"

"...You must have money."

"Xu Qingzi is a rich second generation, how can she be short of money?" Jiang Jin rolled her eyes: "Do you have some shady deal?"

Chuzheng: "..."

Really rich.

The rich second generation is just a second generation.

Economic power is held by the rich generation, and the amount of money they can control is limited.

The original owner had heard Xu Qingzi talking to her family on the phone in the bathroom before, wanting to buy a new model of necklace. It was probably because her family said that she was still studying and that such luxury goods were too expensive, so she had a big quarrel with her family over this matter.

"Yao Chuzheng, you better not lie to me."

Xu Qingzi passed by Chuzheng, her pretty face looking a bit fierce, as if she would hit her if Chuzheng lied to her.

Xu Qingzi didn't know how she believed her.

I have obviously heard about her life experience a long time ago, how could she have so much money...

But the strange thing is that she believed it...

What a hell.

Xu Qingzi suspected that her brain was disconnected at that time.

"Um."

Chuzheng responded casually without even looking away.

Xu Qingzi wanted to say something else, but seeing Chuzheng like this, she snorted and returned to her seat.

"No, what's going on with you?"

"Normal transaction." Chuzheng replied calmly.

Jiang Jin felt that he couldn't keep up with Chu Zheng's thinking.

Chuzheng sent a text message asking the driver to go buy something, and it would be delivered to her at noon.

Chuzheng gave the things to Xu Qingzi.

"Did you buy it? So soon?" Xu Qingzi was shocked, took the carefully packaged box, opened it, and it turned out to be the necklace she had been longing for.

Out of stock domestically.

How did she buy it?

Still in such a short period of time...

"It can't be fake, right?" Xu Qingzi suddenly asked.

"There should be an invoice in the box." Chuzheng was not annoyed by the question, and just said calmly.

Xu Qingzi flipped through it and found the invoice.

"..."

Xu Qingzi suddenly felt that this thing was a bit hot.

Yao Chuzheng is not a rich second generation. Her mother married into a wealthy family, but she is just a drag.

Even if her stepfather was nice to her, he wouldn't be able to give her so much money.

The most important thing is that she just wrote an essay for her, and in exchange for such a valuable thing, she always felt something was wrong.

"You really...give it to me?"