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Immediately afterward, he heard the call had been disconnected, and then Fang Yifan took a breath.
It seems that Qiao Weidong has started using his own methods to prevent Song Qian from coming over. I just don't know if he can hold out for an hour and a half.
Qiao Yingzi became increasingly confident, and her speech flowed smoothly.
Clearly, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this lecture will be a perfect popular science lecture.
Qiao Yingzi stood on the stage, her face beaming with smiles.
Her gaze swept across the audience, and she suddenly spotted Fang Yifan. Their eyes met, and they paused for a moment.
However, after only a few seconds, Qiao Yingzi turned away and continued talking.
Based on his own guess, Qiao Weidong probably couldn't stop Song Qian, so in the end he would have to rely on himself.
Suddenly, he bent over and whispered to the person next to him:
"Excuse me, could you let me through...?"
Excuse me, excuse me!
Fang Yifan walked to the side of the corridor and then headed out of the lecture hall.
Qiao Yingzi was stunned when she saw Fang Yifan's departing figure, not understanding why he suddenly left.
After you finish speaking, be sure to ask him some questions.
If there's no legitimate reason, hmph.
After a few thoughts flashed through Qiao Yingzi's mind, she suppressed her inner turmoil.
I cannot ruin this science lecture because of some personal emotions.
With that in mind, Qiao Yingzi continued her story with great enthusiasm.
“Our ancestors began studying this vast starry sky in the distant past…”
After leaving the lecture hall, Fang Yifan headed towards the entrance, hoping to at least hold on a little longer.
He had just reached the entrance when his right eye twitched!
What does that mean?
A twitching left eye means good fortune, a twitching right eye means bad luck!
So it's my right eye that's twitching, could it be?
It's obviously feudal superstition; I would never believe it unless my left eye twitches.
Suddenly, a figure came into view; yes, it was Song Qian.
Fang Yifan's lips twitched slightly, even though he knew Qiao Weidong couldn't stop Song Qian.
But I didn't expect to be defeated so quickly. It's only been a few minutes. How useless!
However, despite his complaints, Fang Yifan walked over with a sense of helplessness in his heart.
Since what's done is done, there's no point in saying anything more. The biggest problem now is to stop Song Qian.
Fang Yifan first pulled his clothes up to make himself look more presentable.
After all, you can't be sloppy in front of your mother-in-law, especially since she's the kind of person who takes your word for it.
After finishing tidying up, Fang Yifan greeted Song Qian with a smile.
When Song Qian saw that it was Fang Yifan, her eyes flickered, and then she looked at him with surprise and delight:
"Fanfan, I'm here!"
Fang Yifan rushed over, looking anxious!
In this situation, it's always better to strike first than to be caught off guard, so he spoke up directly.
"Auntie, you've finally arrived! I thought you couldn't find it, so I came all this way to help you find it!"
Song Qian smiled, her face full of relief!
"Fanfan is so sensible, thank you so much, Auntie!"
Fang Yifan (Liao Wanghao) waved his hand, then said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's what I should do!"
Suddenly, his face showed surprise, and he even stood on tiptoe to look behind him.
Fang Yifan's actions puzzled Song Qian, who then looked back with a questioning expression.
There was nothing behind her, so she looked at Fang Yifan strangely.
"Fanfan, what are you looking at?"
After hearing this, Fang Yifan smiled, scratched his head sheepishly, and then looked embarrassed.
"Oh, it's like this, I just heard Uncle Dong's voice on the phone, so I thought he came with you, but... I don't see him anywhere." Dong.
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Sure enough, it would have been better if Qiao Weidong hadn't been mentioned. Just mentioning Qiao Weidong made Song Qian feel furious.
She gritted her teeth and, suppressing her anger, said:
"Your Uncle Dong was harassing a woman outside and was arrested by security guards!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Yifan's lips twitched. It seemed he couldn't escape his fate after all.
Qiao Weidong's personality isn't particularly lecherous, so it's impossible for him to harass women unless he's mentally unstable.
Moreover, it was in front of Song Qian, so it's clear that he used his thuggish methods to stop her, and as a result, he was misunderstood by the security guards and taken away.
Fang Yifan scratched his head, then looked at Song Qian with a worried expression and said:
"Auntie, it seems there's some misunderstanding. Let's go check on him quickly, lest something happen to Uncle Dong!"
"It would be bad if it left a criminal record, and it might even affect Yingzi's future!"
"What if her file says her father went to jail for harassing others?"
Although I know that given Qiao Weidong's personality, he will eventually be able to explain himself and there won't be any major problems.
However, he wasn't wrong. If she did have a criminal record, it would have some impact on Yingzi, but not too much.
Sure enough, after hearing Fang Yifan's words, Qiao Yingzi's face also showed some panic.
I have some understanding of this, and it does have an impact.
She realized she had forgotten, and quickly turned and ran outside.
A faint smile appeared on Fang Yifan's lips.
After all, his mission was to hold off Song Qian, and if he were to go and rescue Qiao Weidong now, he didn't know how long it would take.
However, Fang Yifan quickly regained his anxious demeanor, not wanting Song Qian to notice anything amiss.
Then the two of them rushed to the security guard at the entrance, and Song Qian took a breath.
Then, looking anxiously at the other person, he began to ask:
"Hello, sir, may I ask where that guy who was harassing me here was taken?"
Fang Yifan then feigned surprise, not expecting his aunt to be like this.
Song Qian was too embarrassed to look at Fang Yifan now, and only looked at the security guard.
The security guard smiled and then pointed to a house next to him, saying:
"Oh, you want to hold him accountable, right? He should be in that security room after he was taken away."
Song Qian nodded, then quickly said:
"Thank you, master!"
After saying that, he walked towards the security room.
Fang Yifan stood aside and asked curiously!
"Master, what do you usually do when you catch people harassing you?"
The security guard smiled and then said:
“If the victim doesn’t have time, then we’ll just give them a talking-to. If the victim wants to pursue the matter, we’ll take them to the police station!”
Fang Yifan nodded to indicate that he understood.
"Thanks, I'll be going now!"
After saying that, he ran towards Song Qian.
Now I finally understand how Qiao Weidong got out; he probably just got a lecture and that was it.
In fact, Fang Yifan wasn't asking for nothing; he wanted to wait a while, change the subject, and buy some time until Qiao Yingzi finished speaking.
Fang Yifan and Song Qian arrived at the security room door and knocked!
Bang bang bang!
"Please come in!"
A voice came from inside!
After Fang Yifan and Song Qian went inside, they saw a group of burly men sitting there, with Qiao Weidong squatting alone in the middle.
Fang Yifan's lips twitched, and he almost burst out laughing. He was truly—covered in burly men!
Qiao Weidong raised his eyelids slightly, and then his eyes lit up when he saw Song Qian!
"Look, I told you we used to be husband and wife, but you didn't believe me. Look, here we are now!"
One of the security guards glared at Qiao Weidong and then shouted at him!
"Shut up!"
Then, his previously indifferent face suddenly broke into a smile as he looked at Song Qian in front of him.
"Hello ma'am, are you going to hold him accountable? He looks shifty and doesn't seem like a good person. He's probably done this kind of thing a lot!"
Qiao Weidong was immediately unhappy to hear this. In his youth, he was considered a heartthrob by today's standards.
You can insult your own character, but you can't talk about your own appearance.
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