Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Ding gently rubbed his eyebrows, always felt a little upset.

At this time, Mo Ling walked up to her side: "What happened? Is there less wind?"

"When I first arrived at school, he took a call and seemed to have an emergency." Luo slammed his lips and said: "What happened?"

"Your identification has been deliberately spread by those who have the heart." Mo Ling frowned and said: "Let's go to the VIP lounge first."

Not waiting for her reaction, this matter has spread in the school.

Those who had flattered her in the original class looked at her with a look of disdain.

"Go ahead." She blinked and her eyes were light, but her heart was more calm.

For the first time through the corridor outside the classroom, no one gave her a way.

There are even some people who watch the excitement and don't want to abandon things, deliberately stopped her way.

"Hey! Isn't this Luojia Qianjin?" A girl with blond hair said: "How is it only 70%!"

"Long, you are wrong! Is the identification not seen?"

"Of course I saw it, hahaha... amount..."

In the next second, Mo Ling did not hesitate to step forward, holding the girl with blond hair, looking at her with a murderous look: "You can say more, don't blame me."

"Let... let go of me..."

Mo Ling received a right hand and let her cold let her neck open.

At this moment, Luo Dingchen felt that Mo Ling had a burst of coldness all over the body. Although he is usually cold, he never does.

"You! Walk and do!" Xiayou blushes, his hands on his hips and said: "You four sons have to wear themselves to see me, it does not matter. But the facts are in front of me, I am waiting to see the results!"

Mo Ling stopped paying attention to her, but pulled the arm of Luo Ding and walked straight ahead.

The road from the classroom to the conference room was not long, but it made her feel the so-called human indifference.

She even saw Ye Qing in a group of onlookers, and he moved away when he saw her eyes.

Luo did not care about the dust, but his heart was more comfortable.

She used to feel a little embarrassed about this boy, and now... it really vanished in this early snow.

Aristocratic high school has a lounge dedicated to the four sons. When Luo Ding and Mo Ling arrived, Yan Ze and Tan Xiao are already inside.

"You can count it." Tan laughed and hurriedly stepped forward: "What is going on, what is this?"

Tan laugh put the copy of the identification paper on the table: "Miss, we believe in you. But can you tell us whether the result is made up or..."

“It’s not made up.” Luo Dust randomly found a sofa chair and sat down. His right hand habitually tapped the desk: “The time when Nan Shu took me to the hospital for identification was the result.”

"What..." Yan Ze was shocked: "That... you are not the granddaughter of the master?"

"I am!" Luo said very calmly: "Who told you that I am not!"

Really is true, fake is fake.

Luo Dust probably knows who is behind the ghosts. Since that person wants to play, it is better to play it thoroughly.

"叩叩叩-"

"Who?" Tan smiled and blinked, got up and went to the gate to open the door.

It was a familiar figure that caught his eye. He shouted: "Red Philippine?"