Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Ouyang Xi continued to whistle: "I'm really looking forward to it. The headmaster has really lost money this time. We should suggest that we find more female teachers like you."

"Class, roll call." Shallow Xi did not pay attention to, pull the starting point name table to read the name.

Ouyang Xi's words seem to be a deterrent in this class. If his words fall behind, no one is shouting. Although it's quiet, the atmosphere is still not the atmosphere of class at all.

At the roll call, it was quite cooperative.

"Han Yuxuan." Shallow Xi reads a way.

No response.

"Is Han Yuxuan here?" She called again.

Ouyang Xi said: "angel teacher, I advise you to stop shouting, or I won't save you if you suffer."

Shallow Xi looked at him, continued: "who is Han Yuxuan."

All the students in the class were silent, and they were waiting to fall into the well. At this time, Han Yuxuan, who had been sleeping on the table, opened his eyes and raised his head: "Hello! Woman, are you noisy or not

"Are you Han Yuxuan? Don't sleep in class

"It's none of your business whether I sleep or not! Be quiet He said with a ferocious face.

"Han Yuxuan, please stand up." Shallow Xi cold way.

See Han Yuxuan's forehead has black line, anger from his eyes burned to eyebrows, he patted the table stood up: "don't think I don't hit women, women I also hit."

"Look. Xuan Shao is angry. She's dead. "

"Deserve it, who let her make Xuan less."

However, Feng Qianxi stares at Han Yuxuan, who is extremely explosive: "Han Yuxuan, it's class now. If you want to fight, please help yourself after class! Now give me a quiet class

Her voice suddenly rose and her eyes became sharp.

The classroom is quiet, even Han Yuxuan's explosive expression has become a little precipitated, and a sneer rises from the corner of his mouth: "OK, woman, this is what you said. You're dead after class."

No one in the class was not surprised. For the first time, a teacher was able to deal with Ouyang Xi and Han Yuxuan immediately. Is this pushing all the responsibilities to the end of the class?

Then the new teacher is dead after class.

Feng Qianxi didn't think so. She finally calmed down. Well, let's go to class first. How can she say that she only came to be a teacher through admission? Can she not do anything: "this class is a foreign language class, today is a Japanese class..."

"Teacher, what's the meaning of Yahu butterfly?"

One by one, all the questions flew towards her, which made her dizzy.

Ouyang Xi, on the other hand, covered his mouth with a smile, turned his head and said to Han Yuxuan, "this new teacher is still a little interesting."

"She'll be dead after class."

"No, Yuxuan, she's going to teach me sex education after class."

"I don't care about you."

"Merciless!"

The breeze shallow Xi rubbed to rub Temple: "I say you, what does brain pack?" Are the students so open now? The average age of this class is about 18 years old. When she was 18 years old, she was married.

Ouyang Xi raised his hand: "teacher, in my mind now, it's all you."

Coldly looked at him: "this is a classroom, not a place to pick up girls for you."

"Teacher, you can see that I'm just soaking."

She really wants to be rude, but no, calm down! The world is so wonderful, but I am so explosion, so bad, just pull up a smile: "too narcissistic but not good, Ouyang classmate."

"Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Er..." Qian Xi's face froze.

"Yes or no? In the face of students' questions, shouldn't teachers answer them as one? " Ouyang Xi threw a wink.

"No

"Oh... The teacher is so honest."

"Hoo... Now we can have a good class."

"Good." Ouyang Xi smiles.

She wants to cry. What kind of class is this? Wuwuwu, if I had known this, I would not have been a teacher. It's better to pretend to be a student, and I don't have to suffer this kind of forced crime.

Shallow Xi now hit the heart of the wall have.

Finally, a class in the wind and rain to the end of the time, when the bell rings, the whole classroom are fried pot, become the same as the vegetable market.

Shallow Xi picked up the book to leave.

Just packed up, ready to walk towards the door, was suddenly in front of a person blocked the way, that person is a red hair Han Yuxuan.

"Hello, woman, do you want to leave after class?" His Mou son a lift, Yin ruthless of Piao shallow Xi.

The whole class gathered around like watching a good play. Only Ouyang Xi sat there holding his cheek and said to himself, "Oh, it's a pity. He's a beautiful teacher. It's just that he's going to make Yuxuan angry. "

Qian Xi holds a book in one hand: "classmate Han, if I don't leave, will I stay here to continue the class for you? Time is money. "

"Money, you want money. Hey, who brought the money? Give it to the teacher! I'll leave her precious time here! " Han Yuxuan yelled at the students around him.

Almost all of them took out their pockets, and the red tickets were smashed in the wind. They were not soft at all.

Sure enough, they are a group of rich children!

"Woman, is this money enough to buy your class time?" Han Yuxuan said arrogantly.

Feng Qianxi reached out to pick up a piece of chalk and wrote a series of numbers on the blackboard: "this is my bank account number. If you have too much spare money, please transfer it. It's not a student's behavior to throw it on the ground."

The students who have just lost their money are all in a daze.

Han Yuxuan is more impatient: "women, toast, do not eat wine!" He clenched his fist, his bones creaked, and he smashed his fist directly at Qianxi.

Fight back?

Get out of the way?

Looking at his fierce fist, it was not easy for her to get it. What should she do? If you fight back, it will turn into beating students. If you dodge, they will not let go. Will they be beaten? Shit! Then she's too stupid!

The fist was about to hit her.

But she hasn't made up her mind yet.

Suddenly a big hand caught the flying fist! All quiet, just noisy students also stunned, who dare to stop Han Yuxuan hit??! Don't you want to live?

The wind shallow Xi also curious, who is so generous hand?

Eyes slowly raised, looked at the past, holding the owner of Han Yuxuan hand, a casual clothes, with black glasses, hair was combed to one side.