The girl who was born with supernatural powers

Chapter 98 Your Kid Is A Wife Slave

Ning Baobao has been looking at the two of them in a circle, why is it empty-handed after a while?

"Principal, principal, I almost fell into the trap you set up. I said why I feel weird today, so I was waiting for us here.

It’s not okay to let us do free labor, you have to give us something or compensation accordingly. "

Chu Yao crossed her arms and looked at the cynical principal sitting on the opposite sofa with her legs crossed and her hands on the sofa with a non-negotiable face.

Chu Yao rolled her eyes, and then thought of some ghostly way, and slowly said to the principal, "I heard from Murong that their family seems to know you are here, and they are rushing over to let someone go on a blind date?
Say yes, man. "

Murong Qingyan smiled, and nodded without thinking.

The biggest fool of all daughters-in-law made the principal sitting opposite show a look of hatred for iron.

"You, your boy is a wife slave, the kind where a daughter-in-law forgets her uncle.

When you were young, do you know how many times I took the blame for you, and you wanted to sell me just like that. "

The headmaster stood up, pointed at Murong Qingyan hoppingly, and scolded him with a look of hating iron.

For a moment, Murong Qingyan wanted to run up and stop his uncle's unguarded mouth, but he held back.

Concealing the rare embarrassment in his eyes, he coughed lightly, and said something like this, "I like it, and I am willing to spoil my daughter-in-law. Does that look like you? There is not even a shadow of a daughter-in-law now."

"Etc., etc…

You said your uncle has no daughter-in-law? "

When Chu Yao heard their conversation, although she was abusive to singles, the point was, if his uncle was not married, how could he be the headmaster's son.

The two who were arguing stopped their voices at the same time, and turned their heads to look at Chu Yao with curious eyes.

Is it still strange that he is not married?

"What's wrong."

"It's okay, I just remembered the last time we went to eat that maocai, the boy who molested me and the baby, didn't he say he was the principal's son?

If your uncle is not married, where would such a big son come from? "

Seeing Murong Qingyan's concerned eyes and gentle words, she said everything she wanted to say just now.

"my son?"

The headmaster's eyes showed playfulness, who is so courageous to pretend to be his son.

"That's right, he said it was your son, and asked us to accompany him, but he seemed to be messed up by that bastard in Yiyan City.

Honestly, Headmaster... you sure that's not your son, the virtues are almost exactly the same. "

Chu Yao also looked at the principal with interest, she didn't look directly at the boy, but in terms of personality.

She looked up and down their handsome and cynical headmaster.

Needless to say, there are quite a few similarities.

However, she could also tell that the boy was definitely not the headmaster's son.

"Student Chuyao, this kind of joke is not funny at all. Your principal, I am handsome and rich, chic and suave. I look like Pan An, and I am also a standard bachelor."

After the principal finished speaking, he stroked the hair in front of him and gave Chu Yao a wink.

"Principal, you have a heavy taste, we are underage, please don't do anything to the country's flowers, besides, I have a fiance anyway, and he is still your nephew."

Chu Yao looked at the overly coquettish principal, her whole body trembled, goosebumps all over the floor.

He also looked at Murong Qingyan who was standing beside him, he took his hand, pretending to be intimate, and said calmly.

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(End of this chapter)