How can the president be fierce

Chapter 697 What did you give her?

The woman on the opposite side moved her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she held back, sat back silently, calmed down her anger, and said, "My son will die or live because of her. It has something to do with that little... that girl, so let me talk about my conditions, first, give us back the 10 yuan my son spent on your sister! Second... Oh, don't talk about me!"

Her husband was already drenched in cold sweat, and kept looking at Yohji's face out of the corner of his eye, trying to stop his wife several times but was rejected.

The woman cleared her voice and continued to demand confidently: "Second, let her leave this school! I don't want her to appear within 20 kilometers of my son's living range again!"

Qing Xiaomo glanced at her with a smile that wasn't a smile, and served tea and water for the principal and class teacher on her own.

Now that Yohji is here, she has nothing to do, just concentrate on watching the show.

Yohji slowly leaned against the back of the sofa chair, tapped his fingers resting on the armrest of the sofa, his narrow gaze fell coldly on the young man who shrank aside and dared not make a sound.

The male student's hands and feet trembled when he was staring at him, and he lowered his head, never daring to meet his gaze.

It seemed like a century had passed before he finally spoke, with a cold voice: "Did you give her something?"

He asked the question, but the boy did not have the obligation to answer him, but the unknown oppressive feeling came from the opposite side continuously, his scalp was numb, and his voice was dry: "Clothes, clothes... Ladies bag, return, And...the ring."

After saying the last two words, Yohji's knife-like gaze fell on the ring on his left middle finger.

The boy obviously didn't look at him, but felt it inexplicably, and subconsciously clenched his left hand with his right hand.

The next moment, his father suddenly grabbed his hand, took off the ring indiscriminately and threw it away, yelling in a low voice: "If you don't learn well, you should learn what rings others wear! Apologize to them!"

His wife's eyes widened, and she hurriedly went to protect her son: "What are you doing?! It's obvious that the vixen hooked up with his son. He has no intentions. He is foolish and doesn't know anything about being cheated. How can you blame him!"

Qing Xiaomo rested her forehead with one hand, wondering if she read it wrong just now, when the woman spit out the word 'fox spirit', Yohji flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers and obviously paused.

Sun didn't know when he hid behind a dark cloud, and the huge office suddenly became a little eerie.

Beads of sweat slid down the man's forehead, he suddenly knelt down, his knee accidentally hit the coffee table, and there was a loud bang: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr. Yao, my wife didn't mean it, you ..."

The next moment, a slender hand suddenly touched his shoulder and helped him up: "Cousin-in-law, don't be afraid, the truth is so, even if the president is here today, you have to be reasonable, right?"

Qing Xiaomo narrowed her eyes slightly, meeting Mu Siyao's gaze.

"Long time no see, stay safe."

Mu Siyao has lost a lot of weight. With light makeup on, she looks even more beautiful. Wearing a tailor-made luxury women's dress, she has already faded out of the show business circle, and she is still as attractive as a star.

She fiddled with her long hair casually, and smiled elegantly and generously: "I heard that something happened to my nephew at school, so I came here to have a look. I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence."

(End of this chapter)