Wife is Fierce, Don’t Mess With Her!

Yu Baoer's face was stinky, and as soon as she heard Gu Qingjiu's question, she complained endlessly.

"I just can't figure it out. I admit it when I fight, and I admit it when I clean the toilet. Why do you still want my parents? You thought it was when you were studying?! The key is Feng Meiyun's pussy. I was scolded and cried! I said that I want to change the dormitory, but the instructor refused to allow it, and I was so mad!"

"Call the parents?"

Gu Qingjiu also felt a little strange.

Do you still need to ask your parents for this kind of thing?

This approach... is somewhat funny!

"Hey, it will be miserable the day after tomorrow. Instructor Chen asked me to read the self-criticism at the freshman meeting. The chief instructor will still watch at that time. I don't know what he will think of me."

Speaking of the chief instructor, Yu Bao'er's tone suddenly resembled that of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Hanchun girl, with a bit of resentment mixed with joy and anger.

Gu Qingjiu: "..."

Sometimes I really don't understand Yu Baoer's brain circuit. Is she just afraid that the chief instructor will have opinions on her?

While Yu Baoer was talking, she sat back on the bed with a look of lovelessness, and lightly beat the bracket of the wooden bed in the dormitory with her head, making a dull 'dang dang' sound.

Gu Qingjiu saw how troubled she was, stepped forward and said: "You shouldn't worry about this now, you have to clean the toilet for a month, don't you think this is more serious than inviting your parents?"

Yu Baoer was taken aback.

Then he looked at Gu Qingjiu with a distraught expression: "Before you reminded me, I was overwhelmed by the anger of my parents, and I really thought it was nothing to clean the toilet... Now..."

The voice suddenly turned into a wailing voice: "I really want to die ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"..."

Gu Qingjiu couldn't laugh or cry.

She looked up at the door of the dormitory that hadn't moved yet, and even though she knew it would make Bao'er unhappy, she still asked, "You're back first, what about Feng Meiyun?"

Sure enough, Yu Baoer turned her face away, obviously unwilling to answer questions related to Feng Meiyun: "Hmph, she ran away crying as soon as she came out, I don't know where she went to mourn Qiu Minchun, don't care about her!"

As he spoke, he made a "hiss" again, and touched his own cheek: "That guy was so ruthless, he scratched my face, Sake, do you think I'm disfigured?"

Gu Qingjiu walked over and looked carefully at Yu Baoer's face.

The eighteen-year-old girl's face is so tender that water can be squeezed out, but there are indeed a few unsightly red marks on the left cheek. Coupled with this fair and tender complexion, the red marks still have a shocking feeling.

Gu Qingjiu frowned: "Do you want me to give you some medicine?"

Yu Baoer also slapped Feng Meiyun, and she didn't say anything about Feng Meiyun's attack too much.

"Go ahead, I'm afraid it will leave scars. I have that kind of ointment in my bag. I don't know if it will work or not. Just apply a little."

When Gu Qingjiu heard this, he pursed his lips and smiled: "This is just a trace, not even a scar, so where is the scar left?"

After all, Gu Qingjiu went to Yu Baoer's suitcase to find this ointment for her.

The smell of the ointment was a bit pungent, and after rubbing it on Yu Bao'er's cheeks, it felt a bit more refreshing. Yu Baoer felt relieved, watched Gu Qingjiu twist the lid of the ointment, and went to the pool wash your hands.

When she came over, Yu Baoer raised a smiling face, hugged Gu Qingjiu's waist, and acted like a baby to her: "Sake, it's good to have you."

Gu Qingjiu is still not used to being hugged by others, so he broke free without a trace, but said with a smile on his face: "I'm not good, I didn't even help you when you were fighting, and of course, I didn't want to."