"I don't have such interest as the head of the college. I respect you as the head of the Imperial Academy, but you can't be so insulting!"
Although Chu Changan also studied at Imperial College, he was a prince and had already completed his studies, so he was not as polite to Qingshan Ying as before, staring at him with cold eyes, like a man-eating leopard.
The green-shirted figure just smiled slightly, with a strange and indifferent expression, "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong! You have food and sex! How can you not be moved by beauty? Besides, the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. I only like Changle, so how can I be humiliated to this extent?
What does the matter between me and Changle have to do with you?"
The voice of Qingshanying is lazy and very pleasant, and his eyes are full of March drunkenness. At this moment, his casual and leisurely look is not as wretched as before. If you take a closer look, you can see that he is actually an outstanding man with good appearance and temperament.
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Moreover, a layer of coldness suddenly enveloped his body. This coldness was the coldness of being at a high place, the coldness that no one dared to comment on or blaspheme.
Chu Changan's eyes were gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The capital of the hospital is old enough to be a father, but do you know how to write etiquette, justice and integrity?"
"Write like this!" The green-shirted figure was not angry. He casually picked up the brush on the desk and swung the pen vigorously. When he finished swiping it on the stone table, four big signs of etiquette, justice and integrity appeared in front of everyone.
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The handwriting is as tall and straight as pines and needles, which shows that his skills are very good.
As soon as I finished writing this as free and unrestrained as a floating cloud, everyone immediately couldn't help laughing. Can Uncle Qingshan Ying stop being so humorous?
"That's how it was written, do you understand?" Qingshan Ying looked like he was in his mid-twenties. No one cared about his real age. He was such a handsome and romantic man, so everyone looked at him with starry eyes.
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Do you understand the sentence? The corners of Chang Le's lips trembled uncontrollably when he heard it. The green-shirted figure Qianqing was a master of evil. He looked like he was teaching King Jing, with the awe-inspiring air of a master.
Chu Changan's eyes had become darker at this time. He felt as if everyone was laughing at him, and his sword eyebrows trembled faintly.
Youdi, he stared at Changle with a pair of extremely cold eyes, and said with disdain like a poisonous snake and tiger: "You are shameless and ruined the family tradition. If you are in the past, I will definitely divorce you."
Changle's snowy eyes suddenly raised, and she glanced sharply at Chu Chang'an. She opened her red lips and said word by word: "You are not qualified to divorce me. We have canceled our engagement. What I do is none of your business! How about it?
?I just like Teacher Qingshanying."
The more Chu Changan insults her, the more angry she will be with him.
Just after she finished speaking, she took Qing Shiying's hand and smiled at him. This smile was very bright.
I have to say that the figure in the green shirt with a low eyebrow and a slight smile is really attractive.
At this moment, Chu Changan was so angry that his heart ached. Seeing Changle holding his hand and the two of them looking at each other affectionately, he felt that the cold air in his chest had nowhere to go.
"I know you like me, Le'er. Come on, let's go in and I'll personally handle the reporting matters for you." The shadow in the green shirt brushed the sky-green and shining robe, and pulled Chang Le with a charming face, and the two of them looked at each other.
They entered the college office room one after the other.
Liu Er and Xu Ruoshi quickly followed in, leaving Chu Changan alone dumbfounded.
This pair of bitches!
Chu Changan cursed fiercely in his heart, glanced sharply at the students who were watching the excitement, and glared at them, scaring the students to leave quickly.
After all, King Jing was so humiliated, and the cuckold on his head was still shining, how could anyone dare to mess with him at this time?