"Oh, don't worry.
As soon as the promotion is confirmed, I will definitely find a way to send her away.
Don't worry," Yuan Yu promised again and again, pushing Qi Yue to the dining table and letting her eat.
An Qing watched the quarrel between Yuan Yu and Qi Yue end and asked a certain system to investigate the information of Qi Yue's unit.
Soon, all the photos from Qi Yue's unit appeared in An Qing's mind.
After selection and comparison, An Qing quickly found out the man who had the most contact with Qi Yue, the ex-boyfriend Yuan Yu talked about.
After carefully looking at that person's appearance, An Qing knew where Yuan Yu's uneasiness came from.
Got it Compared with Yuan Yu's ordinary appearance, Qi Yue's ex-boyfriend is very good-looking and handsome, and most importantly, he is Qi Yue's first love.
After understanding the basic information, An Qingren also arrived at the gate of the school where she was studying.
When she entered like the original owner, she greeted the old man at the school gate, then walked into the teaching building holding her stomach.
In order to save Qi Yue and Yuan Yu's face, the original owner didn't dare to show anything even if she couldn't eat and had stomachache from hunger, for fear that it would affect them and make them dislike her, but An Qing wanted to do the opposite.
Follow the path Because the original owner tolerated and pleased Yuan Yu and Qi Yue, they had the confidence to consume the original owner, and even made her fall into fear and torture her whole life.
The original owner was good at studying, polite and well-liked by the teacher at school.
So when the teacher came to class, he saw An Qing with a painful look on his face, biting his lip and looking in pain.
He came over with concern on the spot. : "What's wrong, Yuan Anqing, why does he look so bad?"
"It's okay, thank you for your concern, teacher."
An Qing clutched her stomach with a look of pain on her face, but gritted her teeth and showed a weak smile to the teacher.
"It's okay.
You don't look like you're okay.
If you don't feel well, tell the teacher.
Don't worry about missing the class.
The teacher will make up for you later."
The teacher touched An Qing's hand and found that her hand was so cold that it was biting to the bone.
Then he looked at her forehead. , cold sweat had already broken down, and he did not dare to delay, so he took her directly to the school doctor.
"Let the school doctor take a look at you first, and I'll call your uncle and aunt.
Don't worry, there's a teacher here."
The teacher knew the original owner's life experience, and also vaguely understood An Qing's concern that he hesitated to speak, so he deliberately said.
The school doctor briefly checked An Qing's condition, handed her a glass of glucose water, asked her to drink it, and then said: "This child looks like she has hypoglycemia and has stomach problems."
"Stomach problem, such a young child?"
the teacher asked in surprise, the school doctor who saw some clues.
"Stomach trouble doesn't happen in a day or two.
I'm afraid it's been going on for a while."
After the school doctor said this, he walked out of the school doctor's office, allowing the teacher to ask the real situation.
"An Qing, the school doctor said you have hypoglycemia and a serious stomach problem.
What's going on?
Can you tell the teacher?"
The teacher said to An Qing softly, keeping his eyes on her.
Knowing that it was almost time, An Qing grabbed the warm water glass and shed tears one by one: "My uncle and aunt are going to have their own children.
They don't like me.
I don't like it no matter what I do.
They also say that I want to have children."
I drove away the aunt and said that I only know how to eat.
I wonder if they can keep me if I don’t eat.
So,” tears fell into the cup, causing ripples.
The teacher heard An Qing’s words and became furious.
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"Is this what people say?
An Qing, tell the teacher, how long has it been since you had a serious meal?"
The teacher was angry and tried hard to suppress his anger.
He looked at An Qing and asked with compassion. tgt ttrgt: