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Chapter 88

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    Corruption?

    Wen Xin smiled and didn't say anything else, but in her heart she wondered how it could be such a coincidence. She remembered that one time, Yang Fei said that she was a capitalist's girl, and she casually said to her: "You have a blank mouth, and I said you"  She is the daughter of a corrupt criminal.

    That¡¯s what she said at the time.

    Yang Fei's family has good conditions. She is a local. Her father is a division-level cadre with a monthly salary of more than 100, and her mother is a high school teacher. Therefore, Yang Fei has lived a good life since she was a child. She is also very fashionable in her clothes. She is beautiful and her clothes are high-end.  The warmth changes every day.

    That is not the existence of a princess at home.

    But Wenxin is also the existence of a little princess. She pampers herself like a little princess and treats herself well with food and use.  Because of this, Yang Fei dislikes her, perhaps because of rejection among similar people.

    Yang Fei also likes to dress up, but her body proportions are not as good as Wenxin's, with flat chest and flat hips, and her skin is not as white as Wenxin. The same clothes make people unable to take their eyes off Wenwen when she wears them. However, she looks smart and beautiful no matter how she wears them.  Just unremarkable.

    Therefore, the king does not see the king, so she is not convinced by Wen Wen. She feels that Wen Wen has an ordinary family background and relies on a man.

    But seeing everyone in the dormitory crowding around Wenxin made her unhappy, especially the one on the lower bunk, who fetched water and helped wash sheets, didn't he just give him two pieces of clothes and food?  She looked down upon it.

    I don¡¯t know when I started to regard Wen Xin as my opponent, and I always compare myself with him. The more I compare, the more psychologically unbalanced I become. I couldn¡¯t help but say that Wen Xin is the daughter of a capitalist, and Wen Xin immediately sneered.

    Intuitively, why is Yang Fei not the best?  The daughter of a division-level cadre wore a watch worth more than 800 yuan. Her mother was also well-dressed on the day she arrived, and she also had a watch worth several hundred yuan on her wrist. Who is more simple and hard-working than the other?  Are you the daughter of a capitalist?  Then isn't she the daughter of a corrupt criminal?

    Didn¡¯t you expect that one word came true?  Is her father really corrupt?

    This topic was not continued. For Wen Xin, Yang Fei didn't care at all and didn't take her seriously at all.

    After that, Yang Fei's family underwent earth-shaking changes. Her parents divorced and her mother remarried. Her life began to be in dire straits. She still had the arrogance of the high-spirited little princess before, and could only live in the dormitory with her tail between her legs.

    Once, she went back to the dormitory and heard Ning Xue telling the people in the dormitory how miserable her family's situation was. She was standing in front of the door, her heart filled with anger and shame. She originally thought that no one had anything to do with her family.  She knew, but she didn't expect that everyone in the dormitory knew. She wanted to rush in and question her, but Ning Xue's next words made her unable to move a step.

    Ning Xue mentioned her name and said in a very contemptuous tone: "What are you talking about? Her father is a corrupt criminal, and it hasn't spread in the school yet. She'd better be honest. If she dares to give us anything again,  Judging by her expression, I can tell her to get out of college without anyone else. Who do you think she is? Look down on this, look down on that, and if I don¡¯t teach her a lesson, she won¡¯t know which way to open the door to her house.¡±

    Yang Fei fell from heaven to hell, and she shrank from the fall. The people in the dormitory that she usually despised and were hostile to now became the existence that she could not afford to offend. If the incident at home spread, she would have no choice but to drop out of school.  In order to finish college.  From then on, she was like a non-existent person in the dormitory, swallowing her humiliation until she had no sense of existence. After graduation, she was assigned to who knows where, and no one she knew ever saw her again.

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    It¡¯s May soon and the weather is warm.

    It's the weekend, and many students choose to read in the library, and some people secretly have sex with each other. Whether it's on-campus or off-campus socializing, there are often such activities on weekends. After all, college students are getting older in this era, and there are indeed many older unmarried people.  , have reached the marriageable age, they prefer to find their own revolutionary friendship in school, and then naturally become revolutionary partners.

    Someone wants to ask Wenxin to go. The dormitory next door happens to be attending a fraternity party with a certain normal university for two weekends, and they want Wenxin to go there to warm up and join in. How dare Wenxin go? It¡¯s a big deal to let Yan Motou know that, and initiate  Even she was scared to death if he went crazy.

    And, there is probably his spy in the school.

    He knows everything she did.

    And Yan Mo's head will be jealous, jealous and sullen.

    There are many male classmates in Shanghai University, and there are many outstanding ones. He is eight years older than Wenxin. All the male classmates in the school are younger than him, more polite than him, more interesting than him, and they have more things in common with Wenxin.  , so he was worried, but he just didn¡¯t say it out loud

    Last time it was because a male classmate was chasing Wen Xin so hard that he knew she had something.Because of my love, I often sleep until noon.  So she couldn't remember clearly. Did she drink once less in three days? Did she only drink twice in three days?  She only remembers two.

    But even if she skipped a day of drinking in those few days, it was just one day, wouldn¡¯t she have been hit?  She knew that Yan Motou was in good health and had plenty of energy, but the probability of hitting the target with one shot should be very low. Wow, she felt like she was in a mess. If Yan Motou hadn't held her hand on the road, she would have gotten lost, and her mind was not at all.  As I walked, my feet felt a little wobbly.

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    Yan Motou led her all the way into the alley. There was a private courtyard in the alley. He knocked on the door. Soon someone opened the door. A man in his fifties came out and asked in surprise.  "Xiao Yan? When did you come back?"

    "Just came back, Grandpa Lang." Yan Zeyang brought Wenxin over, "I can't take her to the hospital, so I have to shamelessly come to the door and ask you to take her pulse."

    The other party glanced at Wen Xin and then at Yan Zeyang, seeming to understand something, "Come in quickly."

    Wen Xin was pulled in by Demon Head Yan. Inside was an ordinary yard, which was kept very clean.

    The man, who seemed to be in his fifties, asked Wenxin to sit on a chair under the eaves, went into the house and took out his things.

    It is a small hand pillow that has been around for a long time. It is placed on the small table and let Wen Xin put his hand on it.

    He looked at Wen Xin's face first, and then put his fingers lightly on her wrist. Wen Xin looked at Yan Zeyang standing next to him for a while. His cheeks were tense and his eyes were fixed on the person taking the pulse. She followed suit and looked at him.  The person who sensed the pulse suddenly felt confused and confused.

    It took a very long time to feel the pulse. I switched to Wen Wen¡¯s left and right hands, and after a long time I let go. I heard him say: "Zeyang, this girl has a pulse for a month. It¡¯s time to do something. Don¡¯t delay it for too long."

    "Hi, happy pulse?" Wen Xin's body stiffened when she heard it. Of course she knew what it meant, was she pregnant?  how could be?

    She, she forgot to drink just once, how come

    Thinking of something, she raised her head and looked at Yan Motou standing next to her, only to see the corners of his mouth slightly raised after hearing this.

    So many bullets, finally hit (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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