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WBQ's Story Chapter 80

 “Bo Qian.” Tang Yushu held her shoulder, “What did Teacher Su do to you?”




“She didn’t beat or scold you?” Qiao Ting asked worriedly.




“She said that she was going to my house for a family visit. If my parent finds out that I’m dating you, they would definitely be pissed off.” And her brother…




She couldn’t imagine how terrible the situation would be.




She will definitely be beaten to death by Wei Bo Yun.




“What should I do?” Qiao Ting was at a lost.




“Qiao Ting, think of a way to stop my brother from going home.” Bo Qian ordered.




“Okay.” Qiao Ting nodded.




“My dad won’t leave work until seven o’ clock. The only one left is my mother… She should be preparing dinner at home, and we have to find a way to get her to leave.”




She will make sure Su Guanning would not find someone in her house.




Tang Yushu thought about it and said, “Since she is going to have a family visit, so should I.”




“What are you going to do?” Qiao Ting and Bo Qian both stared at him.




Tang Yushu took out his mobile phone and said, “Your house’s phone number.”




Bo Qian was stunned for a moment, and immediately knew what he wanted to do, and hurriedly recited her house’s phone number.




Tang Yushu dialed his phone, and someone picked it up after three rings. Her voice was somewhat similar to that of Bo Qian. Soft, but he could hear the bit of age on her voice.




“Hello, Bo Qian’s mother. I am Bo Qian;s teacher. Bo Qian is asking you to come to school now.”




“Now?” Mother Wei asked nervously, “What happened?”




“Don’t worry, it’s not a serious matter, but you must come over now.”




“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Mother Wei immediately hung up the phone.




“Yeah!” Qiao Ting happily gave Bo Qian a high-five, “This way, we wouldn’t need to worry about Teacher Su meeting aunt Wei.”




“But what will you tell my mom when she comes?” Bo Qian looked at Tang Yushu.




“You’ll find out later.”




“Oh.” He really likes to be mysterious. “Qiao Ting, hurry up and stop my brother. I remember that he seems to have a club activities today. You should him to make sure that he is still at school… maybe ask him out for dinner.” Bo Qian said simply, stuffed some money to her, and said, “Take a taxi.”




“Okay, I’ll go now.” Qiao Ting’s face had the words ‘the mission must be achieved’ written all over her face. “Remember to tell me what to do later.”




“Okay, go quickly.” Bo Qian urged.




Qiao Ting called Bo Yun as she walked.




“Bo Yun, where are you now? Are you on the road? I want to go out and eat today. Can you accompany me… Auntie is not at home… Okay, okay, let’s meet at the subway station… Okay, bye bye.” Qiao Ting turned her head and made an ‘okay’ sign to Bo Qian.




“Let’s go back to the office first.” Tang Yushu said to Bo Qian.




“Okay.” Bo Qian breathed a sigh of relief. “But I don’t think Su Guanning would just give up like this.”




“Let’s go through this day first.”




“Okay.”




Bo Qian walked to the office with him.


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