Mo Yanchen, a member of the principal's office, sat on the sofa. The principal stood there submissively, not daring to stand up straight. He was like a slave, waiting for his master's orders.

"Headmaster."

"Yes, Mr. Mo, what can I do for you?" The headmaster bowed and dared not wipe with sweat. His thick sweater was wet with sweat.

"What's going on today?"

He lit a cigar, took a fierce puff, puffed out a cigarette ring, and asked casually, but his cold feeling became more and more intense.

The whole office, as if surrounded by an icehouse, the temperature dropped several degrees in an instant.

"Mr. Mo, it's like this! This year, there are some students in our school who are not very good in their style. They have become a junior high and take other people's boyfriends. As you know, the Shen family is a big family, and we can't afford to offend them. Therefore, for the sake of our school, what we give to those students who are not good in their style is the punishment of dismissal. " The headmaster's voice trembled. Every time he said a word, he felt that his heart was pierced by ten thousand swords.

"You mean Shen Chengjing?" Wu Hao cut in at this time.

The headmaster didn't know what Mo Yanchen meant. He was beaten for no reason, but for the time being, he couldn't figure out what they came for, either.

"Yes." He thought about it and said it in a deep voice.

Mo Yanchen slowly stood up, strode forward, and said, "art school, it is said that we Mohists invest tens of millions every year, but..." he continued in a low voice: "in that case, it's OK not to invest."

In a word, it determines the life and death of the school.

Mohist divestment means that no one dares to subsidize the whole a city.

"Mr. Mo, absolutely not." The headmaster was so scared that he knelt down. As a headmaster, if the school closed down in his hands, he would not be able to get along in city a, and he would become a sinner.

Mo Yanchen keeps silent and strides away. The headmaster wants to hold him, but Wu Hao stops him.

"Mr. Mo, please, help me." The headmaster's sad voice rang out from the office. Wu Hao bowed his head, reached for his collar, said in a deep voice, and then followed Mo Yanchen away.

Along the way, they walked to luhunei and walked away. They came and walked quickly. No one knew what they were. When they heard the headmaster say "Mr. Mo", everyone guessed.

Mo is a Han family in a city. Mo is a big family and a famous family.

The headmaster shivered all over and broke his heart with regret. For Shen Ziqian's sake, he offended the people he shouldn't have offended. When he thought of this, he dragged his heavy steps out, and the whole person was in a terrible predicament.

Shen Chengjing pulls Liu Sijie to a corner and lets go.

"He is your man?" Liu Sijie is not sure. After all, he is a little different from the photo. He has a strong aura.

"Well." She nodded slightly, but did not expect him to come.

Liu Sijie lowered his head and reached for her coat: "pure handmade military coat, so rich."

"Your man gives you a long face too much. If you look at him and don't look at Shen Ziqian, it will make people happy." Liu Sijie kept talking.

Shen didn't think so. Fortunately, Mo Yanchen didn't point it out. Otherwise, she would be the focus again.

"Who is he, to be honest?"

"Soldier, soldier." Shen Chengjing is honest.

"Soldiers? No way, officer? I haven't seen him. Where does he live? "

"Ink garden." Shen Chengjing's words just came out. Liu Sijie's eyes turned white and fell to the ground directly. He still said something in his mouth: "Mo yuan, the Mo yuan I live in."

Moyuan is the residence of a local tyrant in a city. No one dares to get close to it for hundreds of meters. She has looked at it from afar several times