Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

All the clothes that Li Yinuo wears are private clothes designed by Lin Zhiya, who is looking for a first-line brand designer abroad. There is only one in the world, and it is not included in the brand sales. Therefore, his clothes are not like the general high-grade brands with the brand logo, but the price and quality of each one are not comparable to the value of the clothes with the logo.

The old lady's eyes are so clumsy that she can't see it's normal.

She is used to positioning people by their clothes, so when she sees that xiaobaozi is full of "miscellaneous brands", she automatically classifies people into those with general family conditions.

After all, Shenghui is an aristocratic school, and there are still many middle-level families who work hard to find a relationship and send their children to school.

She is most tired of this kind of students. She thinks that this kind of students occupy the school quota. It is secondary for them to send their children to study. The main purpose is to get in touch with the good circle and get to know the good people.

So when she saw her baby grandson crying and saying that she had been beaten, she was so angry and demanding, "I know you, principal LAN, whose class is this child. You're not a teacher. He hit my child. I'm asking for his dismissal! "

The female teacher had never seen such a scene and wanted to make peace with the others. "Old lady, don't get excited. It's normal for children to have a fight. I'll ask you what's going on first."

"What's the matter? He hit my grandson! You can't see my grandson's teeth have been knocked out! " The old lady's voice was sharp and loud. "If you don't fire him, believe it or not, I'll ask your headmaster to fire you!"

The female teacher turned white.

Every one of the parents here has a lot of talent. They are not the people who can afford to be teachers.

She was at a loss and didn't know how to solve it.

Face unbearable, stood up.

"Who are you firing?"

"Mommy

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Face to hold him full, squat down to ask him about the waist he hit, see the trouble of the old lady looked at her with disgust, condescending to ask, "you are his parents."

Face temporarily gave up the first look at the small bun waist injury plan, Jiao Rong slightly heavy, apricot eyes cold stand up, "I am his mother."

"I was here just now, and I can see clearly that it was your grandson who started to hit someone for no reason, but he didn't hit anyone and hit the ground and knocked his teeth off. My son was pushed by him and almost fell down. "

The old lady raised her triangular eyes and said angrily, "do you think we should do it first or we should do it first? Now the injured person is my grandson, your son nothing! Our family started first. Why is he OK? My family lost a tooth. "

Face didn't give him face, "you didn't quite understand what I said? He fell to his chin and made it himself

The old lady was so angry that she turned to the female teacher and said, "where's your headmaster? Let your headmaster come here. No, I'll call your headmaster! Ha ha, these days, what kind of parents raise what kind of children, one by one long man like a dog, naughty up with no face to go out the same! I'll put my words here first. I don't accept an apology for my grandson's injury today. I have to fire him! "

As she pulled out her mobile phone, she hummed to observe her face's reaction, trying to see her face's fear.

Unexpectedly, a tall shadow came down, and the handsome man suddenly stood in front of the big one and the small one, like a towering mountain. His chest said in a deep voice, "just right. I don't accept apologies either. "