Chapter 20 The Poor Little Girl on Campus Is My God of Wealth 20
Shen Xingyu thought of something and was confused: "How could it be..."
Watching Lingyao following Fu Chao and bending down to get into the car, Shen Xingyu blocked the door again.
Fu Chao had his hair newly cut, no longer hiding that stunning face.
The eyebrows are like dots of lacquer, and the eyes are like ink paintings.
With good food and drink, her skin became fair and she looked more energetic than before.
Shen Xingyu glanced at Fu Chao next to him and felt a little jealous.
"Sister, when will you come home?"
Lingyao moved out of the Shen family after buying the house.
Father Shen called several times, and he was able to get through the first few times, but later Lingyao found him annoying and blocked him.
Shen Xingyu used to quarrel with Shen Lingyao at home.
But Lingyao moved away without saying anything, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
I always feel uncomfortable, as if something is missing.
"Why go home?" If he asked her to go back, she would go back. Doesn't she have any dignity?
Shen Xingyu looked at the car driving away, feeling annoyed. He hailed a taxi on the side of the road and went back.
Shen Xiaomeng was still waiting for Shen Xingyu inside. After not seeing him come back for a long time, she called him.
"Ah, I'm already home, you can take a taxi back."
Before I could finish my words, the other party hung up the phone.
Shen Xiaomeng hung up the phone angrily, feeling uneasy when she thought about what Shen Lingyao said at the police station today.
He waved and got on the car, but it was not heading back to Shen's house.
The car that had already driven away came back around the corner.
"Follow me."
After Shen Xiaomeng spent all the money, she finally felt relieved.
She walked out with ease, but froze in place for a moment.
"Shen Lingyao, why are you here?"
Lingyao walked over nonchalantly, and Shen Xiaomeng followed suit, stepping back repeatedly.
"You built this road, so why can't I come?"
Fu Chao sat in the car waiting for a long time. He wanted to go with them, but Lingyao wouldn't let him. She teamed up with the driver to lock him in the car.
When Lingyao came back, the car was unlocked, so Fu Chao opened the door and rushed out.
He looked Lingyao up and down, and only withdrew his hand after making sure that nothing was wrong.
"What did you do just now?"
Lingyao was calm and composed: "Get out of the car and get some fresh air."
Fu Chao knew that she didn't want to say that he couldn't get the answer, so he just asked, "No one stole the ice cream, right?"
Lingyao was angry. Did she need to eat secretly? If she wanted to eat, she would eat openly. What could he do to her?
The next day, news came from the police station that the waiter had changed his statement and pointed out that it was Shen Xiaomeng who asked him to do it.
The police found Shen Xiaomeng still sleeping next to the garbage dump.
She was probably beaten up and thrown here, and she looked very miserable.
But when Shen Xiaomeng was asked what happened, she had no memory of what happened last night and couldn't remember it at all. Plus, there was no surveillance in that alley, so no clues could be found.
Including the accomplices who turned themselves in, each one looked as if they had been taught a lesson, and their steps as they ran to the police station to turn themselves in seemed like they were asking for help.
When asked how they got the injuries, they were all at a loss.
The case ended in a very strange way, and the suspects all looked like they had seen ghosts.
When the Shen family was in turmoil because of Shen Xiaomeng's incident, Lingyao learned that Fu Chao had signed her and him up for a winter school trip.
Although there were rumors about Lingyao and Fu Chao in the school, and people were talking about them behind their backs.
But the students in the class are quite nice to Lingyao and Fu Chao.
Nothing else, they just have money.
In order to make themselves comfortable, their class was the only one in the school to have air conditioning installed and a sweeping robot. Even the non-sunshading curtains were replaced with temperature-controllable, transparent- or solid-color-changing smart curtains.
When students from other classes came to their class for the first time, they were like Grandma Niu entering a manor.