Chapter 903 One hundred years of professional dismantling

This time, it was Qiao Maidong's turn to be stunned.

Her fingers pointed between Fu Yingshao and Leng Qingzhu: "You guys? Fiance? ”

Leng Qingzhu nodded, regardless of embarrassment, stood between the two people, and carefully separated the two people: "So, this is actually a complete misunderstanding!" ”

……

Ten minutes later, Fu Yingshao drove the car and took the eight girls who had 302 bedrooms to find the nearest hot pot restaurant.

Opening the car door and seeing the scene inside, Fu Yingshao felt frightened again.

A jeep with eight people crammed into it, oh no, counting him is nine.

I'm afraid that the manufacturer didn't calculate that this car could fit so many people.

Leng Qingzhu in the front row came down first with Shi Wei, and hurriedly opened the back seat, Leng Qingzhu was rejoicing, fortunately, the traffic police don't check this much now, otherwise, this is overcrowding.

"You guys go in first, I'll pick up the two goods, go in and find the box and sit down, and mention my name!" Fu Yingshao patted Leng Qingzhu's shoulder.

I couldn't help but look at the crowd again, and went around to the other side and got into the car.

Seeing the car leave, Qu Rui whispered in Nan Shuyu's ear: "I remember who this person is." ”

Nan Shuyu nodded: "I remembered it too!" ”

Qiao Maidong squinted his eyes: "When you say that, I seem to be a little impressed!" ”

"Of course I have an impression, people's photos are still hanging on the honor list, but after a long time, the wind and sun have been exposed, and the photos have changed color, and the person is still the same person!"

"Fu Yingshao?" Several people said the name in unison.

Leng Qingzhu was about to push the door in, but he was startled by this voice, the soles of his feet slipped, and he almost didn't fall, and hurriedly looked back at a few people: "Let's go, let's go in!" ”

Several people had different expressions, and Qu Rui touched his nose: "What, little goblin, we also think that this matter is actually our fault, and there is no reason to let people treat them." ”

Fu Yingshao, the myth of No. 2 Middle School, is almost a perfect score in the doorwork, the pride in the eyes of the teachers, and the mascot in the eyes of the school leaders.

Someone else's child in the eyes of parents.

As a result, they were treated as little hooligans today.

Although they feel drooling when they think about shabu mutton, they are really embarrassed to let people treat them.

"What's this, you are so good to me, he can't be happy to treat me every day!" Leng Qingzhu saw the concerns of these people, and hurriedly walked down the steps and pushed a few people into the house: "Don't think so much, he won't be careful about today's affairs, besides, aren't you doing this for my good?" ”

"But we almost did something bad with good intentions!" Qiao Maidong struggled hard, but was still pushed into the house by Leng Qingzhu.

Leng Qingzhu mentioned Fu Yingshao's name, and sure enough, he wanted a large private room, the kind that could accommodate more than a dozen people.

A group of people sat down in the private room, and the waiter poured tea for a few people.

Close the door, and the girls can say whatever they want.

The matter between Leng Qingzhu and Fu Yingshao has naturally become the gossip that everyone is most concerned about.

"It's a long story, in fact, our two families decided to be doll ......"

In order to eliminate the misunderstanding of several people, Leng Qingzhu briefly explained the matter.

It's just that Ye Wenchuan's section is hidden in the middle.

Qiao Maidong still felt incredible: "Doll pro? What years have you been here, and you are still a baby pro? Qingzhu, although this person is really good, and the photo has been posted on the honor list, I still have to advise you: This person is cold, has more eyes than you, and has such a deep background, really, you have to think about it more, in fact, this kind of thing is also a remnant of old feudalism, and there is really no need to abide by it. ”

As soon as Fu Yingshao's hand was on the doorknob, he heard this sentence, and his movements stopped suddenly.