Seeing that his face was not right, Bo Jingshen sat down and stood up again, and walked over quickly.

Yan Zijin pointed to the video, "Although it is not good to peek at other people's privacy, there is no way. The password of this mobile phone's privacy space is too low-level, and I broke it before I could react. I feel something is wrong with this, you can take a look at it yourself."

He stood up and left the space.

When Bo Yanshen saw the cover of the video, he frowned slightly. When he opened it, he was surprised.

Many people talk about campus violence, but they actually don’t feel anything. They only feel that the violent students are pitiful, and they scold parents for not educating their children and teachers for not taking good care of their students.

But when I really saw the video content about campus violence, my inner shock was far more than a hundred times stronger than what I heard from my ears.

Rumors, insults, abuses, slaps in the face, and even being lifted up to take pictures of school clothes...

Bo Jingshen frowned and his face was gloomy and terrifying.

He typing on the keyboard, locking the space and hiding it before calling Yan Zijin back.

Yan Zijin was a little nervous when he saw his face and swallowed the cigarette, "Bo Jingshen, don't you just know that your wife is watching a movie? Are you staring at me like this?"

Bo Tiandao said calmly: "No."

Yan Zijin waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'm talking nonsense!"

He sat back in his seat and muttered: "Who doesn't know that this kind of campus style is prevalent in the island country? I didn't peek at it, just looked at the cover, and then the girl looked at it..."

Bo Tianshen glanced at him coldly.

Yan Zijin immediately closed his mouth, smiled at him, and gestured with his hands beside him.

He shut up, isn't he okay?!

After Bo Jingshen left, Yan Zijin dared to complain and mutter a few words in a low voice.

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Fu Chaochao came to a cafe. There were not many people in the cafe and the environment was quiet.

A beautifully dressed short-haired girl holding a coffee cup nervously, her eyes stunning, as if she was thinking about something, and she bowed her head from time to time to take a sip.

Fu Chaochao walked up to her and sat down.

The girl was a little frightened when she saw someone sitting down and said, "Sorry, there are people here-"

Fu Chaochao raised his head slightly, letting her see her eyes and facial features, and said calmly: "It's me."

The girl shook her body, swallowed her cigarette throat nervously, and asked tentatively: "Fu Chaochao."

She handed the girl a recorder and said, "You have seen all the messages I sent, I need your help."

Not all rich second generations are bad people, and people are divided into different levels, and the same is true for wealthy families.

Gong Naixin is a wealthy family. His parents are not inferior to the Fu family. He is well educated, treats people gently and politely, a little naive, and ignorant.

Children from poor families have long been in their homes and have long experienced the sufferings of the world.

If the parents of rich families have never thought of letting their children inherit their family business and will teach them, they will be cultivated into a kind, beautiful, cute and generous "princess".

Miya Noxin is such a princess.

She doesn't have the temper that a rich second generation should have, but her personality reveals a sense of wealth from beginning to end.

When she was in her second year of high school, she transferred to the class where Fu Chaochao was. After only one week, she transferred to the school again.

What impressed Fu Chaochao the most was that after school, she was lying on the empty playground with bruises and bruises all over her body. Gong Naixin suddenly appeared and handed her a band-aid with pity.

She has transferred since then.
Chapter completed!