Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 415

"Do I need you to take care of me? Remember my words, it is best if you can become friends with him,

someone will find you in the future. This jade is a token to prove your identity," said the white-haired

elder.

"Qingyun is so stupid. Should he a friend of Samuel? I s he going to kill him by stabbing him in the

back? But with his current strength, even if he plotted against him, he might not be able to succeed.

Besides, who would come to him? What does this jade token mean?"

"I know you have many doubts, but in the future, you will have the chance to know. However, before

that, for your safety's sake, you should not investigate anything; just let nature take its course." The

white-haired elder reminded.

"Master, you picked me up and raised me since I was a child. What you want me to do, I definitely

won't say anything, but I can't come back. That's too much, isn't i t? I still want to see you die," said

Qingyun.

The white-haired old man kicked him and said, "Get lost."

When he returned to the blue-tiled room and slammed the door shut, Qingyun heard his voice from

inside." Take off this Taoist robe. You can do whatever you want. Don't think I don't know that you often

peek at those female pilgrims. However, don't go too far with

your lust. Don't damage your body."

This sentence made Qingyun completely excited!

"Master, I don't really want to leave, but I can't control your temper, so I'm leaving now. Don't miss me

too much." After saying that, Qingyun ran away.

When he was about to reach the temple, Qingyun suddenly stopped, and a sense of foreboding arose

in his heart, so he ran back quickly.

When he returned to the blue-tiled room, he called his Master a few times, but there was no sound in

the room, which made his heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

He pushed open the door and saw a pair of dangling legs.

"Master! Who, who pushed you to death?" Qingyun cried out in pain. He had been raised by his master

since he was a child. Although he looked naughty, he almost regarded his master as his father in his

mind.

He knew that someone must have pressured his master's death.

"Master, I will avenge you. No matter who he is, I want him to die with you." After burying the white-

haired old man with tears, Qingyun went down the mountain.

In Rong City University, Jiang Yingying, with a ponytail, was burying her head. Her steps were

obviously very hurried, as if she was running away. However, as soon as she arrived at the school

gate, several girls stopped her. 1

"Jiang Yingying, what's the rush? Why are you running so fast? Are you going to make money by

having sex with others?"

"I didn't expect that a good student like you, in the eyes of a teacher, is actually a slut, making money in

this way."

"If you need money, you can tell us and we can help you. You don't have to be so shameless."

"By the way, I heard that your mother is working as a maid for someone else, and she's paying for your

tuition. It must have been very hard on her."

These girls were Jiang Yingying's classmates, but their relationship was not very good. Recently, there

were some rumors about Jiang Yingying in the school, so they found an opportunity to hit her when she

was down. They were eager to take this opportunity to drive Jiang Yingying out of the school.

"What does my mother do has nothing to do with you. Please get out of the way," Jiang Yingying said.

"Jiang Yingying, I advise you not to get out of school. Now the school is holding a research meeting

against you. Maybe you will be expelled. If you get out of school in the middle of the storm, your

reputation as a prostitute will be confirmed."

"Yes, yes, you don't have to be so anxious to make money. You can wait until you get over the

limelight."

"Maybe she is so poor that she can't eat now. If she doesn't go out to accompany the guests, will she

be hungry?" Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Several people covered their mouths and sneered, their words full of insults and ridicule to Jiang

Yingying.

Jiang Yingying's face was gloomy. These things had been framed and were basically made out of

nothing.

"Jiang Yingying, I have a video here. Do you want to see it?" One of the women took out her mobile

phone and opened a video.

Although it was far away, Jiang Yingying could still see the contents of the video. This was in the

dormitory, and the video showed that she was changing clothes.