Arc 3 | Xicheng High School (4) |

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It was obvious that Xue Jing was not the only one who saw these two rings, but also the beautiful woman who had tried to gossip about the teacher before, that is, the Aunt Jiang he mentioned.

"The wife is very fierce", "couple costume" and "same style wedding rings"

These words were strung together, and when she thought of Tan Gui's honest words to her just now and the different treatment he gave to the young Mr. Mo, Ms. Jiang's heart suddenly thumped.

Xue Jing's father obviously knew this young Mr. Mo. He was obviously an elder, but he was very polite to the junior Mo Shen. His smile was even flattering: "Isn't Secretary Dong here usually? Why are you here this time, Mr. Mo?" ."

Usually those who come are not board members. The reason why he came is because his son is studying in Xicheng High School. He always wants to save face for his son. By the way, he also recorded a video to protect his good reputation, so he came here all the time. Among the people in the circle, most people support him.

Although his family business is large and has a market value of several billion, compared to a behemoth like the Lingjie Group, it is really like a small shrimp.

The young and handsome Mr. Mo glanced at the people around him: "Secretary Dong didn't have time, so I came here for him." Everyone here understood what he said.

Calling this young man Mr. Mo, the woman who had previously tried to talk things over unspokenly felt frightened. Fortunately, she just said it without saying anything ambiguous.

But when she thought about her thoughts, she couldn't help but feel guilty. The young Mr. Mo looked proud, and it looked like he had been raised well. Tan Huihui said that he was very fierce. When he brought the chair over, he asked him to sit in the middle and he sat on the other side.

Ms. Jiang felt uneasy, her scalp was numb, and her bottom felt like it was on fire. She quickly dragged her chair, wishing she could get away from the conversation right away.

The sound of chairs mopping the floor was instantly heard in the conference room. Seeing other people looking at her, Ms. Jiang quickly raised her glass: "Everyone is here. It's rare for everyone to get together, so I'd like to toast everyone."

She is not a member of the school board, she only attends the meeting on behalf of her father, but even her father is only a small shareholder at the bottom. This time she came here mainly to make connections. Who would have thought that an ordinary teacher could be Mo Total husband.

Ms. Jiang glanced at Mr. Mo, who was also wearing a gray shirt. He had an outstanding appearance. Although his facial features were exquisite and his frame was more delicate than Tan Gui next to him, he looked like a man no matter what. But in the spirit world, gender is not an issue.

Unlike a cautious adult like her, as a arrogant "child" of seventeen or eighteen years old, Xue Jing was obviously much more courageous. He really wanted to know the relationship between the two people, so he opened his mouth and said: "Teacher Xiaotan, Didn't you say that your wife is very cruel? If you do this, aren't you afraid that your wife will know?"

As soon as he spoke, the entire conference room fell silent, and the originally bustling dining table seemed to turn into an ice cave in an instant.

Xue Jing's father, Xue Guo, slapped his child on the back hard, so hard that he coughed several times: "This child is ignorant, young, and can't speak. Mr. Mo would rather give him tens of millions of dollars." Don't argue with him."

As expected, Mr. Mo's face darkened and he looked at Tan Gui angrily: "What he said is true or false. You said your wife is very cruel."

Tan Gui had already taken out his hand. While several people were talking, he was concentrating on peeling shrimps. The other party had been stuck on the road for a while, and he probably hadn't eaten when he came over. This dish on the table, that is, this plate of shrimps, is of good quality.

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