Chapter 22: I even scold myself

Chapter 22 is ruthless and even scolds himself
Wen Qiao knocked her hand off.
"While laughing at my poor family, while spreading rumors, I covered the sky with one hand. Hey, can you unify your calibre? Can you tell me who you want to think of?"
Zhao Tong gritted her teeth: "Lulu is only Grade A, she has won so many awards, she only won Grade A, why do you get Grade S?"
Wen Qiao smiled: "What does it mean? It means that you Lulu still need to bury your head and practice for some time before catching up with me."
Pulling out the hand card in Zhao Tong's hand, he shook his face with a bright smile, "Officially certified."
Zhao Tong did not hesitate to say: "You...you are just a fart."
Wen Qiao smiled a little jokingly: "I'm an S-level, you're an A-level, I'm a fart, don't you even a fart, why are you so cruel that you even scold yourself?"
Zhao Tong was going crazy.
Xu Lu felt that she was connoted, and her eyes were red.
Wen Qiao patted her on the shoulder and smiled casually: "Don't cry, or you don't seem to be able to play with it."
After speaking, he put the piano bag on his back and left the backstage happily with Lu You You.
Lu Youyou's frantic laughter sounded harsh in Xu Lu's ears, which was the greatest humiliation and great irony to her.
The things she worries about most are happening one by one, and she seems unable to recover anything.
At the entrance of the small auditorium, Wen Qiao had just stepped down two flights of stairs when she heard someone calling her from behind.
Turning his head, Zhuang Yan in a white shirt leaned against the wall and fixedly looked at her.
Wen Qiao turned a blind eye, took Lu Youyou's hand, and continued walking, his wrist grabbed, "Stop!"
Wen Qiao broke free of his imprisonment and looked at him coldly: "Is there something wrong?"
"Why don't you love yourself so much?"
He saw the man's car, a Bentley, obviously a rich man.
Wen Qiao:...
She was laughed at either by Xu Lu or Zhuang Yan. To a certain extent, the two of them actually fit together and match each other.
"none of your business!"
Ah, I blame Zhao Tong, she just said so much, but she is not such a vulgar swearer.
She didn't bother to explain, anyway, her reputation was extremely bad in Ninth Middle School. When these came out before, she was still stupid and stubbornly explained, with tears in her eyes blocking Zhuang Yan's path and told him "I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have a private life, I don't have a messy style, I don't even... never hold a boy's hand.
But what about him?
He ignored her and let his followers, brothers, laugh at her mercilessly.
The year-long school violence and his indifference had already tormented her hot heart to the cold.
Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou walked forward on their own, and Zhuang Yan gritted their teeth, "Are you so self-conscious? Are you in love with his money?"
Wen Qiao still ignored him, and an attack of this level couldn't even hurt her anymore.
Zhuang Yan was irritated and depressed, and slammed the violin on his shoulder.
That expensive violin, bought from Sotheby’s auction house, worth millions, was dropped to the ground.

Xu Lu went to the bathroom out of control.
Wen Qiao's cultural classes have always been among the best, and now they have passed the interview at the highest level. Obviously they are going to become alumni.
It is the ending she hates most.
She sat in the cubicle, and after a while, she heard the cubicle door open, the sound of running water from the faucet, and the sound of women talking.
"Sister, how do you feel about Xu Lu's child?"
"Okay."
"It is said that she and Zhuang Yan match well, and often perform shows together."
Zhuang Yan's mother and aunt came to see him perform together, and it was obviously those two who were talking.
The woman chuckles with a clear contempt: "She? Forget it, it's just the stepdaughter of the Wen family. My mother used to be Wen Jianmin's secretary, but I didn't know how to take the position later. My father is a renter. Is it worthy of our Zhuang Yan? You look down on her too much."
"Huh? So bad background? Well, forget it."
(End of this chapter)