Principal Wang didn't even notice Zhang Qiao's emotions, he still sighed: "Little Master's appetite is so good, you say she doesn't gain weight after eating so much, it's a master!" said President Wang. Aftertaste: "Are you asking if my little master's hobby intends to give her a gift?"
Zhang Qiao nodded: "Si Miao was able to escape this time thanks to Master Xiao and Mr. Wang. They not only saved our Miao Miao, but also saved our whole family. We must be grateful to thank them both. But giving gifts is easy, I am embarrassed to send anything, this thing must always be sent to the heart of the little master!"
Principal Wang touched his hair, and gave a very conscientious suggestion: "Why don't you fill her with a meal card, a hundred thousand or eighty is enough, almost enough for her food expenses for the past two years."
Zhang Qiao looked at Principal Wang with some words, and felt that his image of Wei An had collapsed in his heart. The principal was greedy for money in addition to superstition!
After pondering his words, Zhang Qiao resolutely rejected President Wang’s suggestion: “There are no problems with more than one hundred and two hundred thousand gifts, but how can you add 100,000 to the meal card? So much money is enough to eat for ten or eight years It’s New Year! Who will give me a gift card?"
"What's wrong with the meal card? Don't worry about anything, just send it to Master Master's heart as a good gift." President Wang Shengsheng was afraid Lin Qingyin chased himself and asked for free meals, and gave Zhang Qiao Anli: "How can Master Master's meal Using ordinary people's calculations, what's wrong with people with high skills? I told you that the little master told me to live on campus yesterday, and specifically asked what kind of supper after the evening self-study. What happened to her this day? I have to eat four meals. Is there more than 100,000 yuan in two years?"
Seeing Zhang Qiao still hesitant, Principal Wang patted his chest: "You can rest assured that after she graduates two years later, I will quit to give her how much money is left in the meal card, shall I?"
This money can't be blinded in the meal card, and Zhang Qiao also knows that the principal will definitely not take advantage of Lin Qingyin, after all, this money is not as precious as his hair.
Zhang Qiao thought about it and agreed to give Lin Qingyin a gift card.
Principal Wang was secretly relieved, and the little master's meal money had fallen, she would not chase after her request for free meals, she saved a lot of expenses for the school, really wit!
After the meal card is filled, it is almost time to get out of school. Today is Saturday, sophomore students do not have to study in the evening. After school, the students came out of the classroom carrying their school bags in twos and threes, and outside the school gates were full of luxury cars waiting to pick up their children.
Zhang Simiao hurriedly packed his schoolbags after school and ran to Lin Qingyin to wait for her and left the classroom. Zhang Simiao also held Lin Qingyin's hand and put her arm around her arm, looking like a jumper.
Lin Qingyin looked at Xiao Huanxi, who couldn't hide on Zhang Simiao's face, and was a little puzzled. Why did Zhang Simiao suddenly like himself so much? Just because she saved her? But there are many people who save themselves, and they are not all like her!
It seemed that Lin Qingyin was watching him, and Zhang Simiao hurriedly smiled at her, but the arm around her arm did not let go.
Forget it, just hug it, Lin Qingyin turned his head back indifferently.
"Lin Qingyin, I heard from you and teacher Yu that you are going to live on campus next week?" Zhang Simiao asked nervously, "I also want to live on campus. Can we have a dormitory by then?"
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