Juvenile Medical God Chapter 100: Slap in the face again

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In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

In the classroom, the seats that originally belonged to Luo Bin also became the positions of others.

Occasionally, when Qin Lang looks at the seat in front of the classroom, there will be a moment of distraction, because he seems to feel that the back of Luo Bin is still there.

The Iraqi people have gone. The original Qin Lang should choose to forget, but I do n’t know why, because of the departure of Luo Bin, the previous memories have become more and more clear, and the wonderful feelings have become stronger and stronger.

After losing it, I only cherish it.

Maybe this sentence really makes sense.

Jiang Xueqing often appears in front of Qin Lang, Qin Lang can also feel the concern from her, but now Qin Lang has no intention to accept another relationship, even if this relationship seems to be within reach. However, instead of listening to Zhao Kan reminding Qin Lang, someone around Jiang Xueqing chased her closely, so that Qin Lang should not miss the opportunity, but Qin Lang did not take it seriously.

"Qin Lang, please go to the principal's office."

Before class, Sun Bo came to the seat of Qin Lang and was worried that Qin Lang and guy would fight against him again, so Sun Bo used the word "please". If the brat of Qin Lang is not going, Sun Bo is afraid that they will be trained by the principal.

"Okay, let me go." Since Sun Bo is so polite, Qin Lang did not plan to confront him. The so-called "stretched hands do not make people laugh" means that.

For Seven Mid students, many people stayed in Seven Mid for several years, but did not have the opportunity to step into the principal ’s office. Because even the major thing of expelling a student, there is no need for the principal to handle it in person.

The principal's office is on the fifth floor of the classroom office building, the middle office. The fifth floor is the top floor of this office building. Since ancient times, China has called the "Nine Five", so the location of the fifth floor of the ninth floor is of course the most lofty position, and the middle room naturally belongs to the leaders. Too. Of course, these are just unwritten rules. If someone goes to interview something, the official will definitely not admit it.

The principal ’s office is very airy. There are many photos on the corridor that represent the glorious history of Seven Mid. There is also a photo that was just pasted. That is the photo of Luo Bin. People have a very strong sense of distance. "Harvard girl Luo Bin" is written under the photo.

After a pause, Qin Lang knocked on the door of the principal's office.

The principal of Seven Mid, named Wang Zhixiu, is a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing glasses, which gives a very intellectual and elegant feeling.

However, Qin Lang's attention is not on the principal, but on the woman sitting on the sofa in the principal's office. This woman is very expensive and has three points similar to Luo Bin. Qin Lang recognizes this woman. She is the mother of Luo Bin.

"You are Qin Lang student." Wang Zhixiu and Yan Yue said to Qin Lang, "This is my superior leader and Song Director of the Provincial Department of Education."

"Principal Wang, I am not here to guide my work today. If it is convenient, please let me say a few words to this student alone." Luo Bin's mother Song Wenru said lightly, but the tone could not be refused.

Wang Zhixiu nodded, walked out of the office, and took the door.

Song Wenru stood up and came to Qin Lang and said lightly: "Are you Qin Lang?"

Qin Lang nodded.

Song Wenru suddenly raised his slap and slapped his slap hard towards Qin Lang. Such a close and no-slap slap is logically difficult to avoid, but Qin Lang just leaned back and easily avoided It ’s no more than half of my feet!

This is the advantage of having a stable pile.

Song Wenru did n’t expect Qin Lang to avoid it, and slapped it with a slap in the backhand. Qin Lang still avoided it easily.

"Director Song, I am no longer a kindergarten child more than a decade ago. Not everyone can slap me in the face." Qin Lang grabbed the wrist of Song Wenru as soon as he reached out, like iron clamps, making it Can't move.

However, thinking that this woman is anyway the mother of Luo Bin, Qin Lang lost her wrist.

"You ... you ... was it that little kid more than a decade ago?" Song Wenru suddenly remembered something, wondering why this face of brat made himself so hateful. Ten years ago, when her daughter was in kindergarten, she saw that a little fart boy actually dared to kiss her daughter's mouth. This made Song Wenru immediately rush into the kindergarten and gave the little fart child a slap in the face, and then took the daughter away from that kindergarten Too.

Song Wenru did not expect that brat appeared again in front of Luo Bin ten years later, and it was still the key time when Luo Bin was going to Harvard University to study, really ... injustice!

"Yes, I am that little boy." Qin Lang said quietly, "You slapped me in the face more than ten years ago, it was because I was young at that time; but now it is different, no one is now. You can slap me in the face! "

"Is it?" Song Wenru said disdainfully, "I just want to say a word, you wouldn't want to study in Seven Mid! Even, you don't want to study in Pingchuan Province!"

"Director Song is such a big official." Qin Lang is still intact. "However, Director Song, you are so busy. Come here today to find me, isn't it to slap me?"

"Okay, I do n’t want to talk to you nonsense." Song Wenru coldly said, "Three days ago, did you send a bunch of flowers to our house for Little Bing?"

"Flowers?" Qin Lang could n’t help but frowned, "I did n’t send her any flowers!"

"You still quibble!" Song Wenru said angrily, took a card from the wallet and threw it on Qin Lang's face.

As soon as Qin Lang reached out, this card was locked between his two fingers. On this card, as expected has the words "Qin Lang gift", but looking at this handwriting, it is not Qin Lang's own, because Qin Lang is good. Old Toxicant is also forced to practice calligraphy, especially the signature is dragon dance, definitely not so bad.

"Nothing to say?" Song Wenru coldly snorts.

"I didn't write it, nor did I send the flowers." Qin Lang said calmly, "Believe it or not!"

"You--Forget it, I didn't want to trouble you for this little thing. However, because of the flowers you sent, Little Bing was in a bad mood, and suddenly fell ill in the past two days, and has lived in hospital- — ”

"What! Luo Bin is sick!" Qin Lang said horrificly, "Which hospital does she live in? I'm going to see her!"

"It's not necessary!" Song Wenru coldly said, "What you have to do now is to cut off all contact with her, whether it's phone, Internet or cellphone. I don't want you to be a stumbling block on her future and delay her. Academics and future! If it were not for you to send flowers that affected her mood, how could she get sick! "

"You ... please let me see her. I understand Medical Skill. I can cure her illness. You believe me." Qin Lang lowered his posture. For Luo Bin, he could swallow his breath.

"No more!" Song Wenru said firmly, "My daughter will receive the best treatment! You want to get close to him half a step! I came here today, just don't want you to affect my daughter's emotions and influence her in any way." Receive treatment. Because in my opinion, a scum like you is a virus in itself! This kind of childish premature love is simply the bane ... In short, I will not let you get close to my daughter! "

After finishing talking, Song Wenru turned and left.

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