Chapter 1169 Sister Nian: I'm afraid I won't die hard enough!
"I will act for everyone to see?"
Liang Lu twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled contemptuously: "Yes, don't you just want everyone to see how much you care about monitoring, so that you can shirk your responsibility. Isn't it?"
Qiao Nian did not speak.
She has seen many people who die.
I've seen someone like Qiao An who doesn't admit it, but I have never seen someone like Liang Lu who jumps up and down for fear of not being hard enough to die.
Her eyes darkened, and she tugged at the corners of her mouth quite dryly, and she didn't bother to wrestle with Liang Lu: "Okay, you say yes."
"It was originally!"
Liang Lu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was softened, and wanted to put all the responsibilities on Qiao's thoughts in one sigh.
She had a dark face and a solemn face, looking quite bluffing: "Qiao Nian, you are the number one student in the National Tsing Hua University entrance examination this year. I believe you don't want this kind of thing to happen. You will admit everyone a mistake. This matter is over. I believe that Wei Jia doesn't have to hold you a little girl..."
Shen Jingyan reacted, and after briefly thinking about the pros and cons, he echoed with a heavy voice next to him: "Professor Liang said something reasonable, Nian Nian, you don't need to be so troubled. You admit a mistake, and Uncle Shen will help you guarantee that this will not happen Go up to the police station level, and everyone will solve it privately."
Wei Ying snorted, feeling a little uneasy after all, even if she is not happy to make Qiao Nian so cheap, she also put aside the beginning and put on a magnanimous attitude that I am too lazy to care about with juniors.
Old man Jiang watched inside Liang Lu and Shen Jingyan in a few words and then put the hat of the failed operation of Old Wei on Qiao Nian's head again, his brow furrowed and he was about to come out.
"My granddaughter..."
He just said three words, and a person suddenly walked out behind him, pressed his shoulder, and silently calmed down: "Older Jiang, I'm sorry, I'm late."
At the age of twenty-seven or eighty-eight, the temperament is like a breeze and bright moon, and he is noble and outstanding.
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