President spoils the dark wife

The morning at the end of summer has brought a little chill. The clouds on the horizon are slightly drunk by the red sunrise. The air is filled with unknown flower fragrance, which haunts the whole body and makes people intoxicated.

Today, Yiran wore a black long sleeved shirt, a dark brown vest, Capri pants and small black leather shoes to make her straight legs more slender.

The straight ink hair was loosely tied into a low horsetail, and two strands of dragon whiskers and bangs hung in front of the plain white forehead, clear, soft and elegant.

Today is the first day of school. Two months ago, she just sent off a wave of senior three students, that is, the top class of Cui Jie and Cui Ao's twins.

The top class has always done little. Most of them are dedicated to reading only the books of sages. Although Cui Jie and Cui Ao make trouble from time to time, they are not too much. They are all within the range she can handle.

Now that the two giant Buddhas have been sent away, she brings a new class of students. She sincerely hopes not to encounter a thorn head.

Once upon a time, I was young, frivolous and fearless. Until I became a teacher, I found how stupid and ridiculous the rebellious behavior was.

As Yiran ticks closer to class 1, Yiran can hear that the noisy class is gradually reducing the noise.

She raised her eyebrows. She should be a obedient class.

However, when she came to the podium and her peaceful eyes swept around the class, she suddenly became silent.

The 16-year-old girl wore a tall ponytail and a plain school uniform, which seemed to have an extra charm on her.

White shirts, black skirts, small white shoes, and a clean and beautiful face are all in line with what a student should look like.

However, those smiling eyes were full of cunning.

The girl's cherry colored lips opened and said a few words silently.

——Teacher Xiao ran, take care of me.

Cui Liji sat in the penultimate row, sitting upright. She couldn't see that she was the rebellious girl who drove without a license and wore flirtatious cheap makeup a few days ago.

Next to her, there was a young man. He couldn't see that he was only 14 years old.

Mo Qing was smart from an early age and it was normal to skip grades.

In those years, because Mo Qing showed great affection for Yiran, Wang Shuyu was afraid that his son would be brainwashed by Mo Yiran, so he hurried to send him abroad. However, he was worried that the open environment abroad had affected Mo Qing. If he was not watching him, he would fall in love early, so he found him a men's school.

Now that Mo Qing is back, I don't know if she can adapt.

The young man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, supported his childish right face with one hand, and put his other hand on the table. His slender fingers beat the table again and again, and his posture was impatient. A pair of cold eyes stared at Yiran coldly, and there was no warmth in the past.

Yi Ran took a deep breath and smiled quietly: "Hello, everyone. My last name is mo ran and my name is mo ran. In the future, I will be your head teacher and be responsible for your English."

Yiran takes a piece of chalk, turns around and leaves two clear and meaningful characters on the blackboard - Mo ran.

In order not to let some unnecessary troubles affect her work, Yiran used a pseudonym.

When the last stroke falls, Yiran hears a cold hum from behind. When she hears it, she hums it with her nose. Don't think about it. Yiran also knows who it is.

Ignoring Mo Qing's provocation, Yiran took out a list and said, "OK, let's start roll call."

"Jiang Liu, Wan Yan, cold drink ice, Cui Liji, Mo Qing..."

One by one.

"Jingzhen."

No response.

"Jingzhen?" Yiran shouted again.

Still silent.

Yiran frowned, looked up and glanced around the class, but there were several empty positions.

"Where's Jingzhen? Have you come yet?"

"Teacher, ah Zhen is in the bathroom. I'll come later!"

The girl's clear voice sounded behind the class and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Yiran looked at Cui Liji meaningfully. After listening to the address, she understood that they were friends. She knew that Cui Liji intended to protect her, but she didn't say anything. Nodded and was about to continue the roll call, but the empty classroom door was kicked open from the outside.

With a bang, he hit the wall cleanly and was dying.

The students who had been attracted by Cui Liji's voice were startled by the sound and looked at the door of the classroom again.

I saw a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, but his height was close to one meter eight.

The skin at the neck is as delicate as white porcelain, and a pair of dazzling black eyes that can see through previous lives and this life are as solemn as cold stars. The straight bridge of the nose, the lip color is Fei ran, as cold as ice, and the outline of the side face is as delicate as a knife, with sharp edges and corners but without losing its softness.

The collar of the white school uniform shirt was untied with two, revealing the slender and straight collarbone, and the sleeves were pulled to the elbows, revealing white skin and green tendons.

The small black trousers roll up their trouser legs, revealing their well-balanced ankles. Sports shoes are a foreign brand, black and white, very fashionable.

He has a split head, slightly curled, dyed rose gold, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Wow, you look so handsome."

"Who is he?"

"Jingzhen, you don't know."

"Little white face."

"Cut, grandstanding."

"You envy him for his good looks!"

……

The whispers from the bottom came into his ears. Yiran looked at the young man and knew his name was Jingzhen.

This dress made Yiran think of Han Dao and frown slightly. The tone was soft: "the school doesn't dye her hair. Go and dye it back black tonight."

The young man walked into the classroom under the gaze of the people. He saw Yiran, and the gloom on his face disappeared. He came step by step, smiled and said, "teacher, is my hair very yellow?"

He narrowed his eyes with a steady tone: "it's also very violent."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

set the whole room roaring with laughter.

Jingzhen was joked, shrugged, turned around, looked around the classroom, and then walked straight to Cui Liji's back seat.

"The last student who came in should also have a concept of time to go to the bathroom. It's outrageous to be late on the first day of school."

With Ran's hands supporting the platform, she looked at Jingzhen who didn't forget to punch Cui Liji when she came to her position, and frowned slightly.

"I see, teacher, it's not fun for us to get angry and wrinkle at a young age."

Cui Liji said, surrounded by another burst of laughter.

She licked her teeth with the tip of her small tongue and suddenly smiled, "OK."

"Teacher! Did anyone say you were beautiful?"

There was a boy at the bottom, who gave a meal to Ran's hand who was sorting out the data, looked up and smiled: "whether I'm beautiful or ugly, it's your head teacher."

"Does the teacher have a boyfriend?"

"You are still young. The top priority is to study."

"Teacher! Don't be too boring on the first day of school. Have a chat!"

Yiran put down his book, patiently looked at the people and said, "what do you want to talk about? Why don't you talk about your dreams and your future? Are you ready to start from scratch or eat and die? Do you want to contribute to the country or save food for the country?"

"Teacher, the elite is one in a million. We are all ordinary people here. Just talk about life."

Mo Qing's cold voice sounded slowly, seven lazy and three leisurely.

One stone aroused thousands of waves, and soon someone asked all kinds of strange questions.

"Teacher, is it important to have a beautiful wife in the long run?"

The boy's carefully carved face was calm and wise. He looked closely at the woman with a quiet smile on the podium, just looking for her answer.

Cui Liji was really attracted by the boy next to her. They exchanged eyes and smiled.

Too arrogant boy, we should teach him a lesson.

She looked at Mo Qing quietly with her eyes as if they were stars in the night sky. Knowing that he intended to provoke, she thought for a moment and replied seriously.

"For Chiang Kai Shek, marrying a beautiful and temperament lady undoubtedly outweighs the disadvantages. On the contrary, for Wu Dalang, marrying a beautiful wife is a fatal danger."

The words fell silent for three seconds. Then, there was an uproar of applause. The warm sunshine outside the window came in, and the broken gold and stars generally fell on the woman, resplendent and gorgeous.

However, Yiran suddenly changed his subject, narrowed his eyebrows and said, "no matter how beautiful his wife is, it's useless to keep her. It's up to you to become Wu Dalang or Chiang Kai Shek. Then, do you want to continue blowing the sky and the earth or study hard and strive to be Chiang Kai Shek?"

The whole scene was quiet. Most boys picked up books deeply.

"The routine is too deep."

Cui Liji raised her eyebrows and opened the book.