Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

　　 This time, Shen Jiannan did not run away.

　　 Before he went out, a group of boys and girls booed and surrounded him. The boys lined up to block the door, and the girls clasped their hands and pulled them to their chest like a frog.

　　 The enemy retreats and we retreat, the enemy is weak and we are strong.

Shen Jiannan’s students put these two sentences incisively and vividly. Whoever makes Shen Jiannan young in the first place, whoever lets this guy be fine, loves to be in the classroom. So, for this skin, where can the students fear him? heart.

　　 "Mr. Shen, you have no lessons anyway..."

　　 A nice girl grabbed Shen Jiannan's arm and muttered. The delicate and delicate tone made Shen Jiannan serious immediately.

　　 Being a good teacher, how can I have any contemptible thoughts.

　　 But... But why can't I control this idea?

　　 So many girls!

　　 "Ahem, do you like my... class so much?"

　　 "Yes. We like Mrs. Shen's class the most, do you think it is."

"Correct."

　　 "Why?"

　　 "The teacher lectures are funny and humorous!"

　　 "Ms. Shen is the youngest and most handsome!"

"Yep!"

　　 "Mr. Shen, you will have no class today, so why don't you continue to teach us again!"

　　 Shen Jiannan was a little tempted.

　　 But at this moment, a student spoke.

　　 "English is fine too."

　　 Suddenly, Shen Jiannan's face turned black when he was just beating.

　　English is also OK. Especially, this is to see him honestly and deliberately booing.

　　 Shen Jiannan walked out of the classroom with a black face in the coaxing laughter, he deeply doubted whether he had crossed into some parallel space.

　　 How about conservative in the 1990s? Implied?

　　 How can he be bolder than his later fellow.

　　 "Teacher Shen, Teacher Shen, wait..."

　　 A voice that was as crisp as an oriole rang out from behind, and Shen Jiannan, who was walking, turned around and took a look.

　　 is a girl with a nice face and fashionable dress. Her dark eyes are smiling. It is the first **** the podium to hold his arm, and she is also one of her favorite girls.

　　 Lu Xinyue, the most skinny student in the class.

　　 Not long ago, she openly asked Shen Jiannan’s girlfriend if she was going to the United States. In that tone, she was like saying, Teacher Shen, why did your girlfriend run away.

　　 Shen Jiannan's face turned dark, and he stopped and waited for a while. Before and after Lu Xinyue arrived, he had no good air.

　　 "Lu Xinyue, I haven't had enough trouble yet."

　　 "Mr. Shen, are you angry?"

　　 The girl named Lu Xinyue said with a smile.

　　 Shen Jiannan rolled his eyes.

　　Of course it’s not enough to be angry. He knows that the students are actually playing with him. Everyone is young. It’s normal to laugh and laugh together. This is nothing more than feeling that he can only be molested because of his identity.

　　 There is a kind of handsome that is also very handsome when you roll your eyes. Shen Jiannan's rare white eyes make a girl named Lu Xinyue narrow her eyes into crescents.

"looking for me?"

　　 "Oh, it's okay. I just want to ask if you can go to the evening dance."

prom?

　　 Shen Jiannan was dumbfounded.

　　 Involuntarily flashed in his mind the ballrooms he had participated in in the United States before.

　　 The man puts on a tuxedo to pretend to be a gentleman, and the woman puts on a tuxedo to pretend to be a noblewoman. Everyone first dances on a ballroom dance on the dance floor, and when you see it right...

prom?

　　 There is a dance party in the university this year?

　　 shouldn't be the kind of dance party that exceeds friendship, right?

　　 After swallowing the saliva that almost came out, Shen Jiannan asked thief.

　　 "Is... what dance party?"

　　 "It's the usual dance party. Teacher Shen, do you want to go too? It's in the cafeteria over there. It starts at 8 o'clock in the evening. Teacher, don't forget the evening..."

　　 "......"

　　...

　　*

　　 Qing'an District, Pujiang Garden.

　　 In a western-style house, Song Jun carried a bag in his hand and talked with a middle-aged woman of the same age.

　　 The woman is about forty years old. She looks well-maintained in luxurious and graceful clothes, giving people a charming feeling. It is Song Jun’s wife He Qingqing.

　　 The two stood at the door, He Qingqing complained.

　　 "Lao Song, the child is about to go abroad, can't you send the child away and go there again?"

　　 "Isn't there no way?"

　　 "There are many reasons for you, that's okay, try to come back as soon as possible to send the child."

　　 "Hmm. Then I'll go first."

"be careful on the road."

"Ok!"

　　 agreed, Song Jun took his handbag out the door and got into the car.

　　 boom——

　　 The car started, and the two stood at the door and waved each other as farewell.

　　 After a while, the car disappeared from sight.

　　 A figure cautiously walked from the room behind He Qingqing and asked.

"gone?"

"Ok."

　　 got a clear answer, the figure who came out cautiously hugged He Qingqing and cheered.

"that is really good."

　　 He Qingqing was wanting to be angry and wanting to laugh again. She glared at her daughter who had almost the same personality and appearance as her when she was young.

　　 "If your dad knew you wanted him not to be at home, he wouldn't be angry with you."

　　 "Mom..."

　　 His daughter's acting like a baby caused He Qingqing's strained face to collapse again, and she didn't have a good temper.

　　 "Why, want to go out again? Your dad just told me, let me watch you these two days."

　　 "Mom..."

　　 One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

　　 Being held by her daughter and shaking her arms for a while, He Qingqing has nothing to do.

　　 She sighed and complained.

　　 "Girls are really true to the outside."

　　 "Mom..."

　　 "Okay, okay. Don't shake it, mother will be fainted by you if you shake it again."

　　 "Mom. Did you agree?"

　　 "Don't worry, mom asks you something, you have to tell me the truth."

"Ok."

　　 "Are you and Xiao Shen together?"

　　 The coquettish Song Xiaodan's face was flushed to the base of her neck. The three words together made her dare not face her mother.

Song Xiaodan’s reaction like He Qingqing, who is in her forties, would not understand what it meant. She threw off Song Xiaodan’s arm angrily and raised her hand to slap, but in the end she could only sigh and put her hand down again. .

　　 Know the daughter Moruomu.

　　 My daughter has been stunned since she was a child. Once she was killed, she would never look back. Now even if she has done that kind of thing, it means she has already recognized the person. What use is UU reading www.uukanshu.com to hit and scold again.

　　 He sighed deeply, He Qingqing hated that iron can't make a steel track.

　　 "You are going to die of anger even mom!"

　　 "Mom, I'm sorry!"

　　 "Now I know I'm sorry?"

　　 "......"

　　 Song Xiaodan didn't speak, but his eyes became brighter than the stars. I don't know when the crystal clear teardrops have rolled in his eyes.

　　 What else can He Qingqing do.

　　 Now that raw rice has become cooked rice, what can she do?

　　 "Dandan, have you considered it carefully? This is a lifetime thing!"

　　 "I thought about it."

　　 "Have you thought about it? Don't you think it's too sloppy?"

　　 "......"

　　 "You, you. Alright, tell me what kind of person that Xiao Shen is."

　　 Suddenly, Song Xiaodan's eyes flashed with a sly tear and a smile.

　　 When a mother understands her daughter, how can a daughter not understand her mother. Since He Qingqing said so, it is not impossible to accept Shen Jiannan.

　　 "Jiannan has many shortcomings, he is very proud, he likes to hold his talents, he is stubborn, and he has strong self-esteem..."

　　 At the beginning, He Qingqing wondered why her daughter said the shortcomings first, but when she listened, she rolled her eyes in anger.

　　 This is a shortcoming, this is obviously sending the ladder.

　　 No, why is this different from what Song said?

　　 Very proud and very self-esteem?

　　 "Dandan, are you talking about Xiao Shen?" He Qingqing asked in confusion?

"Yes what's the matter?"

　　 "That's not what your dad said!"

　　 "My dad? When did my dad meet him?"

　　 "......"