"The transferee's information couldn't be confirmed, but the money was deposited into her card. The classmate said it was living expenses from her father. But her family wasn't very wealthy, and 20,000 yuan a month, or 20,000 yuan for four months of a semester, was a bit much."
Ji Liangnian sat on the sofa on the balcony.
He listened quietly to Xia Song's report coming from the landline next to him, and then replied "Yeah" to indicate that he was listening.
Xia Song continued, "Master Jiu, I think it's possible that someone in the school has some bad intentions towards Madam, so they're taking this opportunity to play some mischief."
"Contact the president of Jingcheng University and briefly explain the situation. Notice that the student will be given a warning. Remember to get her student file and go to the El Island Police Station to get a valid certificate of intentional injury and place it in her file."
A student's portfolio, created in elementary school, stays with them throughout their lives. Whether they're pursuing further studies or working, their employer or company will scrutinize their portfolio.
If you have committed any crime, you will not be admitted to a good school or a good company.
Xia Song answered from the other end of the phone: "Okay, Master Jiu, I'll do it now."
Intentional injury will result in criminal liability, and if it is added to the student's file, it will be difficult for him to find a job in the future.
The glass door to the balcony was opened from the inside.
Ji Qianchong staggered out in slippers, his eyes half-closed and sleepy, looking a bit dazed and silly.
Ji Liangnian hung up the phone.
He naturally reached out and hugged the person, holding him on his lap.
He rubbed her head and asked, "Are you awake?"
Ji Qianchong was wearing pajamas, the kind of pajamas you wear on a beach vacation, made of less material. It was a suspender skirt, the hem of which only reached the top of her thighs.
Sitting on the man's lap, the hem of her skirt bent with her body and moved up a little.
The few red spots on the girl's legs suddenly caught the man's sight.
Traces, slightly ambiguous.
Ji Qianchong put his head under his neck, hooked his neck with his right hand, tilted his head back and kissed his face.
Her voice was soft, "Don't do this again next time." What does it feel like to be exhausted and dehydrated? She almost experienced it.
She grumbled a bit complainingly, lowering her head slightly, "You might as well be direct. This way you can make the most of it. I feel uncomfortable all over."
This guy is so patient, thinking that she is still young.
Except for the last step, he used all her other roles to the fullest.
Especially the legs.
Ji Liangnian picked her up and walked into the villa. "Then you can rest today and go to Fuxing Building tomorrow."
"July and the others are here today, so I'm going too..." Meeting the man's gaze, Ji Qianchong shrank his neck and pursed his lips.
"Come with me tomorrow." He then said, "Is my company not as good as the company of the people on that big bus?"
Ji Qianchong: “…………”
"Men are potential criminals, every man is," he said.
"You too?"
"Yeah, me too." Ji Liangnian said, and he added, "My behavior towards you was legitimate. The other men were guilty of crimes with clear evidence."
The two people were close to each other, and Ji Qianchong stared at his face, watching him seriously analyzing with her.
She put her arms around his neck and slowly moved closer, lowering her voice and saying, "What is the proper behavior for you to have towards me?"
The man lowered his eyes, glanced at her thoughtful face, and said nothing.
Ji Qianchong immediately pressed on, "Hmm? What proper behavior?" She stared at him intently, "Desire? Need? Possession? Do you really like me? Do you really love me, right?"
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