Yin Shengyue said in disbelief: "Isn't it? Is it because the school flower gave you a few bottles of water during the military training? He framed you like this?"

Wen Zhuoyu gave a "uh", if he hadn't experienced it himself in his previous life, he wouldn't have believed that there were such lawless and vicious idiots in this world. But then again, if Ying Tianming is an idiot, he will be even more stupid if he is successfully framed by him!

Everyone looked at each other. After a long silence, Yin Shengyue couldn't help but gossip: "So what is the relationship between you and the school girl?"

"The two of us should be considered relatives." Wen Zhuoyu explained: "Liang Yan's mother is my high school class teacher and my mother's friend. I will go to the teacher's house for tutoring during the winter and summer vacations in high school. Sister Liang Yan often helps me make up lessons. Also very caring."

Everyone: "..." What kind of relative is this?

"It's just bullshit!"

At the same time, Yingjia.

Ying Tianming's mother looked at her timid son and scolded bitterly: "Why did you just order your dad's staff to beat someone without asking clearly? Do you know that the person involved has already called the police! Now this matter has already been made a fuss. I went online, and I heard that the TV station will also follow up and report on this incident. Have you ever thought about how much it will affect our family and our company when it gets bigger? "

Ying Tianming obeyed and did not speak.

While observing her husband's reaction, Ying Tianming's mother suggested, "In my opinion, it's better to ask that student out before this matter becomes too big. Young people from small cities have never seen anything good in their life. The eyelids are very shallow. We will write him a check for one million as compensation. As long as he accepts it, this matter will be easy to handle. "

Father Ying, who was sitting on the sofa, was silent with a sullen face.

Mother Ying gave her son a wink: "What do you think?"

Ying Tianming immediately said, "I'm fine. I can also apologize to him."

Ying father snorted coldly: "You know that you will cause trouble for the family."

After the father finished speaking, he got up and left. Mother Ying glared at her son fiercely, and poked Ying Tianming's forehead with her finger: "It's not that your father doesn't like to see you. You said that what you do all day is what you do."

Ying Tianming clutched his forehead and argued in dissatisfaction: "How do I know those three people are so stupid! They don't know how to run after hitting someone, and they were caught by the police!"

"How dare you say it!" Mother Ying poked Ying Tianming again in disgust: "How many things have you done for a Liang Yan? Do you want to be mad at your mother and me?"

"Mom!" Ying Tianming defended: "This matter has nothing to do with Liang Yan..."

When Ying Tianming said this, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly said in frustration, "Liang Yan didn't like to see me at all. If you let her know that I sent someone to beat Wen Zhuoyu, she would even ignore me."

"Okay!" Ying's mother said angrily: "You listen to your mother. When the time comes, let's make an appointment and make a good apology. You are all young people. As long as you talk about it, there is no misunderstanding that can't be solved."

Ying Tianming wanted to say something else, but his mother said impatiently: "Okay. Isn't he just a poor student who hasn't seen the world? I heard that he's still an orphan without a father or mother—"

Ying's mother gave a slight pause when she said this, and then said happily: "Fortunately, he is an orphan with no father and no mother. No one supports him, and he will be paid if he gives him some money."

Ying Tianming is restless: "What if he doesn't want money? Wen Zhuoyu already knows that I ordered the three of them to do this, and he must hate me very much now. He will definitely speak ill of me in front of Liang Yan and sow discord. Will he tell this on the show and ruin our Yingjia's reputation?"

The more Ying Tianming said, the more furious he became: "Those three people are really useless, they can't handle such a trivial matter." If they ran away after beating people, instead of being caught clumsily, things wouldn't have become so troublesome!

Ying mother did not speak. If even money can't solve the problem, you can only find a way to solve the problem.

but

Ying's mother had a flash of inspiration, patted the back of her son's hand and comforted: "That poor student should not be as tough as you think." If Wen Zhuoyu really doesn't want money and just wants to fight for a breath, he can broadcast live at night. When it comes time to say Ying Tianming's name, instead of pretending to say "we'll talk about it later". Since he chose to keep his mouth shut, it proves that the poor student still wants to sell!

Thinking of this, a trace of contempt flashed in Mother Ying's eyes. Before she saw Wen Zhuoyu's people, she had already despised Wen Zhuoyu by three points.

Chapter 4 "If I insist on not reconciling, will the program team compromise with Yingjia for this generous sponsorship?"

The next morning, Wen Zhuoyu woke up at five o'clock.

He froze in bed for a few minutes.After entering the entertainment industry in the previous life, the irregular work and rest has long disrupted the biological clock developed in the previous 18 years.Once staying up late to socialize becomes a habit, you will no longer be able to dive in and study hard.

So that when Wen Zhuoyu calmly looked at the dim sky outside the window again, he was stunned for a while before he could react.

Still too early.

Wen Zhuoyu forced himself to close his eyes. He originally wanted to fall asleep, but after tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep, but his brain became more and more awake.He had to get up silently, rustled out of bed, sat in front of the desk and turned on the lamp.

The soft light instantly illuminated the small world.Wen Zhuoyu took out a pencil from the pen holder, spread a piece of white paper on the desk, and carefully described the outline in his memory.

Three minutes later, Wen Zhuoyu sighed helplessly as he looked at the strangely shaped face on the paper. He knew that he would be killed in the apartment ten years later. When he was enrolled in the special class, he should have gone to learn sketching..