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Chapter 135

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Chi Yan's Weibo had also been attacked. Under her latest selfie two days ago, there was a flurry of criticism.

Rich Cat: "I heard that you stole your sister's fiancé. You're really shameless."

SSSS: "Mistress BS."

Blue Sky Blue Sky: "You're quite good-looking and highly educated. Why do you have to be a mistress?"

Tugging at Your Heartstrings: "This should be S911 Laboratory. Is such a person still worthy of staying in your laboratory?" It's useless no matter how high a person's academic attainment is!



Chi Yan's Weibo verified that she was a researcher of the S911 laboratory, so the people scolding her didn't forget to help the S911 laboratory.

This storm came very quickly and suddenly. It didn't give the Lan family and Chi Yan any time to prepare.

Lan Yunhan, who was in the CEO's office, was so angry that his face turned green when he saw the news.

He was wondering why the employees looked at him strangely when he came to work today.

They clearly didn't invite reporters to yesterday's banquet. How did this matter get out?

There were also photos of him and Chi Yan being intimate. He didn't even know when someone had secretly taken them.

It was obvious that someone had deliberately arranged for him to break off his engagement with Chi Jiao to take revenge on them.

With a dark expression, Lan Yunhan called the public relations department and asked them to make the negative news disappear within a day.

Then, he called Chi Yan.

"Where are you? Let's meet immediately," Lan Yunhan said word by word after the call went through.

*****

At noon.

Chi Jiao brought the bento she had personally made to look for Quan Jue.

The learning tasks of the third year of high school were more important. Quan Jue had previously taken a year off due to special reasons, so he definitely couldn't repeat his studies this year. He had to get into his target university.

After missing a day of class, Quan Jue took the notes Lin Ye gave him and took a look during the lunch break.

"Brother Quan, your sweetie is here again." When Lin Ye saw a cute little head poking in from the class door, he hurriedly smiled and nudged Quan Jue.

Quan Jue looked up from the notes and saw Chi Jiao standing at the door. She waved at him, gesturing for him to go over.

Putting down the notebook in his hand, Quan Jue stood up and walked towards her.

At this time, other than Lin Ye and Quan Jue, there were no other students in the class. Everyone had gone to eat or take a lunch break.

Lin Ye picked up his jacket, stood up, and walked out of the class.

"The two of you can stay in class and chat. I'm going to eat." With that, Lin Ye winked at Chi Jiao and left.

"I prepared lunch at home today. Let's eat together." Chi Jiao waved the heavy lunch box in her hand at him.

Inside the lunchbox was the bento she had made since she woke up at five in the morning.

She felt that Quan Jue was too thin. It was probably because he didn't eat well.

Thinking of Quan Jue's irregular eating habits, she felt that she couldn't let him continue like this.

In the future, she would be responsible for his three meals a day.

It had been a day since he last saw Chi Jiao. Quan Jue looked at her with greed hidden in his eyes.

A sweet smile hung on the girl's face. Her smiling eyes were curved, and even the corners of her eyes were filled with warmth.

"Follow me." With that, Quan Jue walked out of the class.

It wouldn't be good for Jiaojiao if someone saw her in class.

Chi Jiao followed behind Quan Jue and walked out with him.

Quan Jue brought Chi Jiao to the garden behind Xing Teng Academy. The environment of the academy was very good. There were a total of three gardens, two large and one small.

Very few people came to this small garden.

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