How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1402 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home 119 Hurry up and take her away.

In the private classroom, there is a central circle around the podium, and the students who are qualified to listen to the old professor teach in person, there are only a dozen or so famous students in Liangcheng who can add and subtract.

The other students had already finished class, and only Pudding was still standing by the wall, tilting his head, as if he was about to fall asleep.

The old professor seemed to be in a daze, and the crutch in his hand gestured several times above her head, and finally turned into a circle in circles in anger.

He didn't look very smart at first, but what if he was beaten stupid again with a stick?
Mu Bufan came to lead the person, but was caught and reprimanded by him.

"This one from your family is young, does not seek to make progress, has bad conduct, disrespects the teacher, and reprimanded her a few times for the teacher, but she still dares to talk back..."

Balahbalah a whole lot.

The man was not in a hurry, he put one hand in his pocket, and listened carefully the whole time, occasionally glancing at the newlywed wife who was fully awake with a guilty look on her face.

But Pudding couldn't take it any longer, pouted several times and wanted to refute.

What, how can she have so many mistakes as he said.

But after receiving the signal from the man's eyes, he had no choice but to shut up aggrieved.

But ignoring the angry reprimand of the old professor, her little brother is so handsome today, with long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a meticulously arranged suit, pure and lustful.

A stop there is simply a scenery that cannot be appreciated enough, okay?
Hee hee, he went to her apartment last night and left her candied fruit before he left.

One second he felt wronged, and the next second he pursed his lips and giggled. He didn't know what was going on in that little head.

"There is also her mother, who is good at studying and studying, but she is not taught! You can make trouble in class, don't listen to it once, cry after hitting a few times, and make trouble after crying, you say What did Mr. President ask me to teach her? I don't like this kind of person who doesn't know how to respect teachers and morals the most. For women, it is good to read poetry and books and speak elegantly..."

Mu Bufan looked directly into the eyes of the old professor very politely throughout the whole process, not justifying, but also respectful, and he looked like a talented person, with extraordinary elegance, the old professor scolded him, and slowly his anger disappeared.

It's really more pleasing to the eye.

If he hadn't already been the high-ranking prime minister, I really wanted to take him under the door, become a closed disciple, and teach him what he had learned all his life.

It's a pity, it's a pity, such a natural talent, who was supposed to marry a well-educated, gentle and talented girl, actually married this girl from the president's family who didn't look poetic at first glance.

No need to think about it, the president must have forced him.

So pitiful.

Thinking of this, she didn't want to embarrass him anymore, and pushed the pen and paper towards him: "Okay, okay, you write a letter of guarantee to ensure that she won't make mistakes in the future, so hurry up and take her away."

The last sentence was filled with infinite disgust.

It seemed that what he wanted to take away was not a person, but a cat or a dog.

The man's emotionally indistinguishable eyes glanced at the little woman who was still smiling with her head down, rubbing her toes on the ground.

Obviously he was distracted and didn't hear what the old professor said, otherwise he must be very angry right now.

"I'm sorry, Professor Xiao, to cause you trouble. I will discipline you when I go back."

He apologized politely and modestly, took the pen and paper, and drew strong and powerful handwriting on the banknotes with the blue ink.

(End of this chapter)