The little fairy who is reborn as a school grass boss

Chapter 126 Chapter 126 When are you planning to go to the police station?

After Shen Qinghuan took his seat, Jiang Silu acted very actively, taking bowls, chopsticks, drinks, and cooking.

Soon, he fished out a bundle of Flammulina velutipes, aiming at Shen Qinghuan's small bowl.

"Thank you." Lu Ziheng rushed to the front with a blank expression, "Hard work, the squad leader, help me pick up the vegetables."

The Flammulina velutipes that Jiang Silu had just boiled fell into Lu Ziheng's bowl.

Qin Muzhi put his head down and ate like crazy, he didn't care how smelly Jiang Silu's expression was.

On the other hand, Zhou Nan, relying on his intuition as a lawyer for many years, immediately saw that his cousin was secretly competing with Lu Ziheng who had just sat down.

young people.

Whatever you do, it's kind of cute.

Zhou Nan fished out the beef from the hot pot, and changed the subject: "Student Shen. I heard from Xiaoli that you already have the relevant evidence in your hands—"

Shen Qinghuan paused for a moment with the hand holding the chopsticks.

Lu Ziheng also turned his attention to her.

Logically speaking, with so much evidence in hand, Shen Qinghuan could file a lawsuit just around the corner.

But why has there been no movement.

All the people present here are boys, and Shen Qinghuan really couldn't say anything about Li Xiaojie threatening her with luo photos.

She hesitated for a while before saying, "I've been looking for an opportunity to thank Lawyer Zhou, and now I can finally do it."

Shen Qinghuan stood up, holding the juice in both hands, and did the best.

"Student Shen, you're being polite." Zhou Nan stood up and drank the coke in his cup, "You and Xiaolu are classmates, and I just did what I was supposed to do. Student Shen is puzzled about the law. Yes, you can consult me."

"There is really something to bother Zhou Lv right now."

Shen Qinghuan's hands were shaking, this was her usual small movement when she was nervous.

Lu Ziheng's stomach is not very good, so he seldom eats these spicy hot pot foods. After seeing Shen Qinghuan's small movements, he simply put down his chopsticks, propped his chin with his left hand, and stared at Shen Qinghuan without blinking.

"Student Shen just say it." Zhou Nan also put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"I have a friend who was threatened with an extremely private item, what should I do?"

When people generally say that they have a friend, they often allude to themselves.

Zhou Nan knew it well: "My opinion is that choosing to call the police is far more effective than hiring a lawyer."

Shen Qinghuan nodded symbolically.

Jiang Silu complained that his cousin had finished talking. In order to express himself, he thought of ways to tease Shen Qinghuan, but the other party was preoccupied and was not on the same channel as him.

Qin Muzhi was probably the only one who ate this meal carelessly.

Zhou Nan settled the bill ahead of time, and neither Lu Ziheng nor Shen Qinghuan wanted to owe Jiang Silu any favors, so they insisted on transferring the money.

Jiang Silu is very depressed, only those who are not close can be so clearly distinguished.

If Jiang Silu's father didn't call suddenly, he would have to return the money to Shen Qinghuan before leaving.

Knowing Jiang's father's temper well, Zhou Nan said that it would only take a few minutes, and dragged Jiang Silu out of the shopping mall.

Qin Muzhi ate the most, but he got mixed up evenly. He was quite embarrassed and invited Lu Ziheng and Shen Qinghuan to drink milk tea, but he managed to run to the toilet with his stomach under the influence of ice milk tea and hot pot .

On the first floor of the mall, people come and go.

Lu Ziheng was sitting on the lounge chair, while Shen Qinghuan was standing beside her and lowered her head to play with her mobile phone.

"Shen Qinghuan." Lu Ziheng slightly parted his thin lips, revealing a lazy gaze.

"Ok?"

"When are you going to the police station?"

Shen Qinghuan was a little confused, she understood Lu Ziheng's meaning immediately, but she still wanted to struggle for a while: "What are you talking about?"

"Then let me ask another question—" Lu Ziheng said with a half-smile, "When do you and your friend plan to go to the police station?"

(End of this chapter)