Chapter 55 Sister Nian Slaps Her Face

The police know Qiao Nian...

The dean of teaching, along with the teachers who helped Qiao Nian speak, sink in their hearts.

The corners of Qiao\'s mouth could not stop rising, she hurriedly raised her eyelashes, for fear of being seen that she was gloating.

Shen Qiongzhi greeted him with a smile, as if he was holding the winning ticket: "Hello, I just called. It\'s like this, I have something I want you to verify."

"Did there be a crowd fight in your area yesterday?"

Cai Gang couldn’t help but glanced at Qiao Nian. He was a little puzzled. He said yesterday that he would come to school to praise her. Isn’t she unwilling? Why does everyone know today?

He was puzzled, but he replied: "...There is such a thing, but it is not a fight."

Qiao Xiao said softly at this moment: "Sister, don\'t you admit it? As long as you admit a mistake to Aunt Fu\'s nephew, I will help you intercede with Aunt Fu. You still have a chance to reform."

Cai Gang and the small policemen in the district heard them in a cloud of fog, what has changed? How can they not understand.

Qiao Nian made an operation mistake. The red and blue lines on the phone changed their positions. She looked up with indifference under her eyes, and her eyes met: "The police haven\'t asked me to reform, so you can recognize me first, why? Policemen?"

"..." Qiao Hao pinched the palm of his hand, biting his lips, as if being wronged.

Shen Qiongzhi glared at Qiao Nian when she saw her deflated. He took a step forward and said straightforwardly: "Cai Ju, that\'s it. My husband received a call last night saying that Qiao Nian was fighting on the street. He went to the police station to bail people out at night. Do you remember this?"

Fight, police station, last night.

Cai Gang connected a few key words, frowned, and looked at her with dark eyes: "What is your husband?"

Shen Qiongzhi couldn\'t hide his arrogance, and said: "Look at me, I\'m too anxious, I didn\'t make it clear."

"My husband is Qiao Weimin, the president of Qiao Group."

Qiao’s family is not as full as the Fu’s in the city around the city. In recent years, it has also developed well. The company has successfully listed on the market, and it is the most praised company in the city.

When she said this, Cai Gang suddenly realized, showing an expression of eating flies, and asked her in surprise: "Did your husband not tell you?"

Shen Qiongzhi puzzled: "Tell me what?"

Qiao Weimin received a call from Aunt Chen yesterday evening and hurried to the police station. When he came back, his face was extremely ugly, and he went to bed without even eating dinner.

She thought he was angry at Qiao Nian.

In the morning, Mrs. Fu told her that her natal cousin had been beaten by Qiao Nian, and she hurried to the school to give Mrs. Fu an explanation.

Looking like this, did you still have the inside story yesterday evening?

She felt uneasy for some reason.

It is right for her to be upset. The policeman next to Cai Gang said in front of everyone: "Qiao Nian entered our police station yesterday, but he came to help us record the transcript at our request."

"At night, a group of social youths made trouble on Nanshan Road and beat the citizens in the street. Classmate Qiao Nian happened to meet him, and he subdued the group of gangsters and cooperated with us to record the transcript..."

Cai Gang also smiled, his face was full of spring breeze, how can he look like Xingshi asks sin.

"I want to give her a good compliment on this matter. Now there are not many people like her who do good deeds without leaving a name. We also want to use her as a positive example for your school to publicize. As a result, she is too low-key. , Don’t let us send the commendation pennants..."

Shen Qiongzhi\'s face turned pale.

Does Joe enter the police station to help others?

They still want to give Qiao Nian a pennant?

Her heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidney were all stirred up, and her face was burning with pain.

Sister Nian: Give you one-third of the color, you still have a dyeing workshop, right?

(End of this chapter)