"If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."

Qu Xiaojue was not embarrassed at all. He looked at the square yellow square cut by the knife and raised his thin lips with satisfaction: "Has the Embroidery Art Research Institute contacted you?"

"Yes." Hua Qing held back his laughter, regained his composure, and cleared his throat: "Dean Wu Lao called me and said that my sister-in-law's cell phone was turned off and your cell phone couldn't be reached. Please let me help contact you.

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Liu Zhenying's mobile phone is in airplane mode that can connect to wifi, so calls cannot come in. As for his external mobile phone, he left it upstairs. It was far away and he didn't hear the ringing tone.

"Well, I'll get back to her right away. Anything else?"

"No more."

Hua Qing suppressed it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back and laughed unceremoniously: "Xiao Jue, if it weren't for your mental condition, I would have thought you were crazy today. What? You are just keeping me company.

Sister-in-law, are you playing house?"

"SpongeBob's noodles, can't you tell?"

Qu Xiaojue glanced sideways at Hua Qing through the phone, imitating Liu Zhenying's disgusted eyes, and sneered with half-squinted eyes: "You don't understand, this is the love between unmarried couples, as for you... female

Friends are always ready to follow the tricks in novels, take money and break up with each other and leave, you know nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Qing's face turned cold. Within three seconds, the video call was unilaterally hung up by him.

Chatting is just chatting, no such personal attacks.

Qu Xiaojue is really annoying.

After Qu Xiaojue put the SpongeBob SquarePants noodles he had tossed into the pot and asked Aunt Guo to help cook them, he dusted off the flour on his body and went upstairs to return Wu Lao's call. There was not much time in between.

, about two or three minutes.

But who would have thought that in just two or three minutes, Liu Zhenying had already answered the phone before him and started chatting with Mr. Wu.

As soon as he went upstairs, he could hear Wu Lao's gentle and friendly smile: "Zhi Qin, I took the initiative to help you resolve this matter. Now even CCTV's official blog has started to post articles to support you.

Look, such a big movement, if you don't exchange it for a few pieces of embroidery, it would be really unreasonable."

This is what Wu Lao originally promised to Liu Zhenying.

In the future, as long as the bottom line of the law is not involved, if anything happens, the institute will be willing to stand up and contact the relevant departments to endorse her.

Just like this time...

Wu Lao contacted CCTV.

[Fate puts you on a precipice, but you bring fragrance to the world, thirty-seven lives, and three hundred million free donations. Liu Zhenying, I hope you will continue to be the most brilliant morning glow in the sky.]

As soon as CCTV took action, the comments below were all one-sided. They were all praising Liu Zhenying for his outstanding abilities and noble moral character. There were no discordant voices. Those who were paid to discredit Liu Zhenying and follow the trend disappeared without a trace.

, which can be regarded as completely clearing Liu Zhenying’s reputation.

Although this was what Mr. Wu had promised to Liu Zhenying at the beginning, it did not affect her in using this as an excuse to coax a few pieces of embroidery from Liu Zhenying.

Sure enough, Liu Zhenying was fooled quickly, with a bright smile, and the lines on his face under the light showed the girl's unique clean and tender look. He nodded neatly: "Okay, what kind of tricks do you like? I'll find out if they are available."

This is really an unexpected surprise.

Mr. Wu immediately said a few tricks, all of which were relatively common. Liu Zhenying responded without any hesitation, then put the phone into Qu Xiaojue's hand, kicked off his slippers and ran to the storage room: "I'll find it for you.

Look for it, just wait for me."

"good."

Wu Lao subconsciously agreed and then looked at the man who appeared in the camera. He later realized that he was a little embarrassed. After all, she was over fifty years old and coaxing his little wife in front of Qu Xiaojue, which seemed a bit disrespectful for her age.

Her slightly wrinkled face subconsciously tightened, she gathered up the shawl that matched the cheongsam, and said seriously: "Mr. Qu."

"Hello, Mr. Wu."
Chapter completed!