Chapter 810 The Lord Bumped into It with His Own Eyes, and the Strange Man Confessed to Quan Jin (10)

That majestic tone shook the vice president's heart.

And Su Yi, who was hiding outside the window, glanced into the office through a little gap. In his heart, he thought disdainfully, "Contact the minister of the Frontier Headquarters?" ”

"An inferior family is not qualified to call the headquarters."

"Authority."

"This time, you can't ask anyone except the little master."

I want Su Yi to swear like this.

Quan Jin had already taken a step forward and walked to the hospital's contact chip.

She was about to press the phone to dial the headquarters, when the vice president on the side opened his mouth to stop and said, "Quanjin." ”

"You'd better give up."

In a tone of sympathy and pity, the deputy dean said, "What if you call to headquarters? ”

"It's useless."

"This order is given by the little master, let alone looking for the minister, even looking for the young master, the young master will not care. And if you rush to contact the headquarters, it will also make the academy leave a bad impression on the headquarters. ”

Hear this.

Quan Jin became interested, she leaned sideways, and looked at the vice dean with a kind of overlooking gaze, "So you mean, let me go and ask the little master?" ”

"Plead with her, take back the order?"

The vice president was embarrassed and answered, "The little master is in the branch of the inferior family, you go now, it's still too late." ”

Quan Jin suddenly smiled.

This surnamed Su, yes.

Not only was he not trampled to death, but he came back to life. And let the headquarters bring the word, if you want to withdraw the order of dismissal, go and beg her?

"Okay."

"Pg her." Quan nodded meaningfully, she took out her spare mobile phone, and the phone turned handsomely in the palm of her hand.

The girl's white and clean fingertips tapped on the phone screen.

Then lean towards the corner of the desk.

"Click"

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"Smack!"

OK to send.

There was a text message with a terrifying message, which was violently transmitted to Miss Su's spare chip. If Miss Su could open it on the spot, she would definitely be shocked into a cold sweat.

The content of the message is only one line.

Moreover, it is also a rhetorical question.

Quan Jin [Do you really think you are the little master? 】

Miss Su, who was caught off guard by this message, suddenly had a heartbeat that accelerated, and she always had a bad premonition.

What does this mean?

What do you mean by not being a little master?

"Authority." When the vice president saw that Quan Jin had finished sending the message, he asked, "Have you gone to ask the little master?" What did the little lord say? ”

"Has there been an order to revoke the order to expel you?"

Quan Jin, who was nervously watched by the vice president, hooked the corners of his mouth into an evil and dangerous arc.

She raised her eyes slightly.

The moment Quan Jin opened his eyes, the vice president turned pale with fright.

His and Su Yi's eyes were fixed on Quan Jin, and he walked step by step to the contact number of the hospital.

"Da Da Da"

Quan's slender jade fingers landed on the buttons.

Pull out a phone that you know so well that you don't even need to remember the number.

Soon;

The phone is easy to connect, and it is a cold tone that does not take it to heart: "This is the Fengjiang headquarters, please verbally report the identity code or emergency code." ”

Seeing that Quan Jin actually knew the phone number of the headquarters, the vice president was shocked for a while.

And then.

When I heard the staff of the headquarters, I didn't hang up the phone directly, but I was even more shocked when I asked about it.

"The time limit is ten seconds, and if you don't report your identity again, the call will be over."

Ten, nine, eight

The right hand holds the contact chip.

The corners of her mouth were stained with a wanton smile.

Putting the chip on his lips, he pointed at the other party at the Fengjiang headquarters, and split a line of identity codes that had disappeared for twenty years, "My code is"