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Chapter 52 Unconditional Indulgence

"Brother Cheng Qing, the dean said he wants to expel me."

Cheng Qing was in a meeting, but when he heard the doting smile that had just hung up, he immediately put away his doting smile, his expression was so cold that he seemed to freeze everything around him, the originally noisy office became quiet in an instant, everyone looked at the nose, nose, nose Guanxin, as for the reason... it's fine if everyone knows it.

He tugged at the tie on his chest: "Oh, it seems that Deming's sponsorship money is not wanted anymore, don't be afraid, leave it to me."

Just after finishing speaking, the tone changed to a warm voice: "Did Mengmeng eat?"

In Cheng Qing's case, there is no need to care about indiscriminateness, because no matter whose fault it is, it will definitely not be Mengmeng's fault.

"I've already eaten, brother Cheng Qing, don't worry, thank you, bye."

Jiang Meng hung up the phone, with a nasty arc drawn at the corner of her mouth.

She would not touch cheap porcelain with this jade bottle of her own. What kind of person should be used to solve it.

When I came to the student cafeteria, there was not much to eat. Looking at the leftovers, Jiang Meng sighed, feeling stuffy.

Over the years, even the tongue and head have been raised.

"Little girl, is your name Jiang Meng?"

The aunt at the window waved her hand, Jiang Meng approached with wide eyes in surprise, then the corners of her mouth twitched, why does this aunt look familiar.

"I'm Zhang Hua's biological sister, you can just call me Aunt Zhang."

The Zhang Hua mentioned by the aunt is Zhang Ma, the nanny who has been in the Jiang family for more than 20 years.

Then Aunt Zhang handed over a lunch box, and Jiang Meng politely thanked her and put it on the stool. When she opened the lunch box, she was a little dumbfounded.

Familiar dishes, familiar tastes, really--moving.

After finishing his lunch, Jiang Meng planned to go back to his dormitory to take a look, but before he reached the door of the dormitory, he heard bursts of harsh laughter from a room not far away.

"Sure enough, it's poor and cheap. Look at that pile of cheap things, and it makes me feel distressed."

"No, Zhang Han, how did you get that Jiang Meng's luggage?"

"It's not easy. The dean and my dad are good friends. He happened to be looking for trouble with Jiang Meng, so he asked me to call someone. Then I brought the suitcase she was carrying."

"Hahaha, this idiot, she offended the dean, and she was expelled every minute."

"That's not."

Even across a door, Jiang Meng could imagine Zhang Han's distorted face.

When she pushed open the door, Zhang Han and the other woman next door all froze, wondering whether Jiang Meng had heard it.

But Zhang Han glanced at the suitcase on the ground, so what if he heard it, such a poor guy might not have the guts to fight against him.

She gave a cold snort, turned around and began to hit her face with powder.

Jiang Meng saw that her suitcase had been completely unpacked, her clothes were stained with ink, and there was also a dripping ink bottle dripping blue-black ink.

She walked over, picked up her suitcase, and looked at the bed that was originally her own.

The distribution of the bed is the upper bed, and the lower is the desk and wardrobe, but now, the bed is full of messy things.

"Who got my suitcase?"

"..." There was silence, no one spoke.

"Who do these things belong to?"

"Humph……"

Zhang Han snorted coldly and turned his face away, while the woman who echoed Zhang Han loudly just now lowered her head and dared not look at Jiang Meng.

She has nothing to do with her family, but she doesn't dare to provoke people casually. To put it bluntly, she is afraid of getting into trouble, and this kind of scum is the most common.

　This chapter modifies the relationship between characters.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)