The little princess who pets the group: The sickly prince is fierce and fierce!

Chapter 212 My Child
Mr. Yang's gaze followed his gaze, and finally landed on Bai Yaoyao. The little girl just swallowed the last mouthful of candied fruit, almost choking, her big black grape-like eyes widened, and she was trying to go It is hidden behind the book. If there is a big tail at the moment, she will definitely wrap herself three times inside and outside three times!

Mr. Yang couldn't help but smiled, and understood what Li Mingyan meant.

What "the child in the family is naughty, please discipline him" clearly means "this is my little baby, please spoil him as much as you can"!
"Since she is Ming Yan's younger sister, I believe she must be as good as you. Don't worry about me!" Mr. Yang said with a smile.

"Thank you sir." Li Mingyan bowed to the ground and bowed to leave.

Mr. Yang watched him leave, the admiration in his eyes lingered for a long time, he really liked this young man Li Mingyan so much.

Just when he was about to return to the house to teach the students, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly came from beside him, "Mr. Yang."

Mr. Yang raised his head, and saw a tall man in black clothes standing under the mottled branches and leaves in a place where the sun could not shine. Personally wrapped inside.

Mr. Yang was taken aback, "You are..."

"Fengyao Martial Arts, curator." The man under the hood said calmly.

When Mr. Yang heard this, his eyes lit up instantly, "It turns out to be Curator Feng, who has long admired his name!"

Recently, a new martial arts gym called "Fengyao Martial Arts Hall" was opened in Sifang City.

It is said that the master in it is very skilled, as long as it can catch the master's eyes, it is only three or five days of guidance, and it will make a qualitative leap for those who love martial arts.

Therefore, the Fengyao Martial Arts Hall became famous in the whole Sifang City. Those who love martial arts cut their heads and drilled in. Unfortunately, the recruitment conditions of the Fengyao Martial Arts Hall are very strange. It all depends on the owner's preference. If you are on it, you will pile gold and silver into a cart, and no one will want it!

However, this curator Feng is so inexperienced that it is difficult for anyone to see him, let alone a gift request.

However, Mr. Yang actually appeared in front of him at this moment, how could he not be excited?
"Yang Xian, I can accept it." The man's voice was cold without any warmth, as if this sunny spring day could not bring him any warmth.

Mr. Yang was taken aback, "Master Feng actually knows about my ineffective son?"

That's right, Mr. Yang's eldest son, who is 12 years old this year, doesn't like reading, he likes to dance with guns and sticks all day long, especially after Fengyao Martial Arts opened, he even cried every day to worship his master, But Mr. Yang is just a teacher, how can he have such abilities?
Don't think about it today, curator Feng actually came to the door by himself!

"I don't know what I need to do next?" Mr. Yang is not a fool, knowing that there is no free lunch in the world, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked.

The man under the hood suddenly stretched out a hand, pointing to the little girl who was sitting on the seat, holding a book to her head while stealing food, her mouth was stuffed like a cute little hamster , the voice actually softened at this moment, and even the tone became more modest and polite, "My child, please trouble Mr. Yang to take care of it!"

Mr. Yang looked at Bai Yaoyao who was hiding behind the book, her head was arched, her eyeballs were about to fall out!

What the hell is this awesome backstage?
(End of this chapter)