Qin Xin thought his font was seen through.

Unexpectedly.

Next second.

Xiangxiang blinked: "Miss, you have 400,000 yuan in your card."

The compensation that Mrs. Yao just transferred is huge.

Just grabbing a few doses of medicine, why isn’t it enough?

Qin Xin looked at the little girl's simple eyes, moved her wrist away from the prescription, and casually fiddled with Dongju on the windowsill: "Of course this little money is not enough."

Xiangxiang stuttered: "Little money?"

Qin Xin raised her eyebrows.

No explanation.

Natural beef yellow is 50,000 yuan per gram, and "Dog Bao" starts at 200,000 yuan. The dosage of a pair of medicine is several grams, so a small amount of 400,000 yuan is really not a money.

Xiangxiang came back from the pharmacy and was floating all over.

Four hundred thousand.

It was exhausted in the blink of an eye.

She has never spent so much money in her life!

She brought a bowl of cold medicine, a little worried: "Miss, you can't drink medicine indiscriminately."

Qin Xin poured the medicine into the flower pot casually.

Xiangxiang: ""

Four hundred thousand, watering the flowers??!

Qin Xin caressed the wilted petals as if nothing had happened, and was sallow yellow, just like Lan Qingxin's skin.

Alas, the original owner finally had a hobby of growing flowers and grass, and his level was not very good.

Qin Xin held his forehead and couldn't stand it.

She took out a pill from the medicine box and threw it into the flower pot.

Xiangxiang: ""

She was wrong.

I thought the young lady would solve the problem and study hard tonight.

It turns out that the little lady's mind is still different from that of normal people.

well.

Xiangxiang sighed and reminded: "Miss, 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, the cram school teacher will teach you."

Qin Xin: "Let him not use it."

Xiangxiang: "But Jue Shao specially invited you."

Qin Xin narrowed his eyes slightly: "How much does a class cost?"

Xiangxiang thought she finally knew how to thank Jue Shao for his painstaking efforts, and said excitedly: "This teacher is particularly famous, and he can make up for tens of thousands of courses."

Qin Xin: "I'm going to make ten times more work. Can you let him get out?"

Xiangxiang: ""

Huh, don't let Jue Shao hear it.

Dongju absorbed 400,000 yuan in sky-high medicine juice and grew strong at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Xin picked a piece of cake with satisfaction, ate it, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, my heart felt like a big rock was pressed against, and I couldn't breathe!

In the dark dream.

The man's strong and powerful arms clasped her thin arms tightly and pressed them on the bathtub!

Her low and cold voice, full of danger, exploded domineeringly in her ears: "Little thing, I want me to kill you, huh?"

"ah--!"

Qin Xin suddenly woke up.

Sweat in fine sweat.

Although I woke up, the words that the man said in her ear in the dream made her face turn red, were as true!

Could it be that she had such a shameful dream after taking too much medicine?

It's not right. She took beauty and antidotes, not the one that Chun!

Emperor Song Club.

Bai Chi's head buzzed.

He heard clearly that Lu Bing reported to Nalan Yejue that Lan Qingxin would not have to drop out of school, and the parents compensated her for 400,000 yuan.

How is that possible?

Can Lan Qingxin's little trash suddenly be consecrated?

And why do you think Jue is a little different?

Jue has always been cold. He just hired an expensive tutoring teacher for Xiaowai, and also ordered his subordinates to redevelop a production line to add basic medical tutoring procedures to the intelligent robot.

Bai Chi had an unknown premonition. Could it be that the little waste affected Jue’s mood when discussing business with him?

No, he has to go and explore the bottom of it himself.

The next morning.

Bai Chi went to Imperial University.

The Bai family is a medical family. He legitimately donated a batch of medicinal materials to the school hospital. He was regarded as a guest of honor in an open manner and was personally led by the dean.

Passing by Lan Qingxin's ward, he stopped.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the corridor, you can clearly see that a white-haired old teacher is giving a lecture with great sincerity.

The girl on the hospital bed absent-mindedly fiddling with the winter chrysanthemums by the window, and occasionally picking a withered petal and eating it as if nothing had happened.

Old teacher: "Student Lan, do you understand?"

Qin Xin raised that little face that was so ugly that it was: "Yeah."

The old teacher was pleased: "Then let's do the questions to consolidate it."

Qin Xin: "No."

Old teacher: "Ah? Why?"

"Those solving problems," Qin Xin frowned: "Annoyed."

Old teacher: ""

White pool outside the window: ""

It's a bad student.
Chapter completed!