Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 396 What a wonderful thing

As for Jiang Zi, Gu Motou finished the funeral for his Xiao Hui and Xiao Bai, and returned to the classroom with tears in his eyes. It was already noon.

The grief in my heart has no place to vent, and I dragged the two who couldn't hand in the copying homework, and their anger rose to the top.

"You two, the old man asked you to copy the copybook and write these words. Is it deliberately trying to annoy the old man and fight against the old man?"

Mo Jinluo was taken aback by his crazy aura, and explained weakly: "Principal, Princess Ouyang and I were framed!"

But Gu Laomo was so stubborn that he couldn't hear any framed words at all, and was only obsessed with their unfinished homework.

"Princess, what's wrong with the princess?"

Old man Gu was so angry that his hair stood on end: "The princess is amazing! Even if the Eighth Prince came, and the old man asked him to copy the copybook, he would still have to copy it. What kind of broken princess is nothing."

Just as Ouyang Xue was about to speak, she was suppressed by his monstrous aura, stuck her breath in her throat, and cast an annoyed glance at him.

"Stop haggling with the old man."

Old Demon Gu let out a thunderous thunder: "It's useless to wink, this old man only loves his wife."

Not only Mo Xiaowan, but also Mo Qianxie almost burst out laughing.

"Punish you not to eat at noon."

Old Master Gu was furious: "After finishing the three copybooks, go to Xiaobai Xiaohui's grave and cry for an hour, and then come to the old man."

After finishing speaking, leaving the stupid students in the room, Old Master Gu left in a huff.

Mo Xiaowan now knew how gentle, easy-talking, and refined the little Mrs. Gu who was escorted yesterday was compared to this old devil.

Ouyang Xue's princess status is useless in Nanshan Academy, so she and Mo Jinluo resigned themselves to staying in the classroom to continue copying the copybooks.

Copying copybooks is not scary.

It is terrible to cry for an hour at the grave of two scorched pigeons.

"The old devil is really a wonderful thing!"

Mo Xiaowan ordered food and sat with Zhang Bingqian and Lin Xiaoxiao, thinking that those two were going to cry at the pigeon's grave, she laughed and added.

"But, I like it!"

"That old man is very interesting!"

Mo Qianxie turned on the automatic sticky girl mode again, and leaned against Mo Xiaowan with the food.

Xuanyuan Xing and Murong Yi saw that the seat beside Mo Xiaowan had been taken, one sat down beside Zhang Bingqian, and the other sat down beside Lin Xiaoxiao.

With Xuanyuan Xing by her side, two traces of suspicious blush appeared on Zhang Bingqian's face immediately.

Lin Xiaoxiao danced with excitement: "Brother Yi, you've finally enlightened!"

Murong Yi didn't bother to talk to Lin Xiaoxiao, thinking of the old devil's crazy appearance, he sweated for Mo Xiaowan.

"Xiaowan, the dean's pigeons are not the chickens raised in the backyard of the Marquis of Weiyuan."

"I know!"

She has eaten it, it is indeed pigeon meat.

"Xiao Wan, you are too cool."

Lin Xiaoxiao stretched her neck and leaned over: "Dare to roast the old devil's pigeon, I will hang out with you in the future, is the pigeon meat delicious? Next time you call me, I will try something new."

"Xiao Xiao shut up!"

Zhang Bingqian looked around for a while, and lowered her voice fiercely: "Keep your voice down."

"Be quiet."

Xuanyuan Xing also made a point: "That old devil won't give in to anything, and Father even gave him three points."

"Pigeon meat is delicious and has an endless aftertaste."

Mo Xiaowan licked his little tongue, just when the eyeballs of a few people were about to fall off, wanting to hear the details.

She told the truth: "I didn't bake it. I only discovered today that there are pigeons in the yard on the top of the mountain."

(End of this chapter)