Seeing song Xiaoman''s intimate gesture, Jiang Yongyong immediately bowed his head: "Hello uncle song! I am a full classmate, my name is Jiang Yongyong

    Qin Shinan took song Xiaoman by the hand, completely when Jiang Yongyong did not exist.

    His eyes only rested on her face: "let''s go home."

    "Mm-hmm!"

    In the black car.

    Lao Mu took his cell phone and studied it for half a day. Then he suddenly laughed: "Sir, I''m finally in!"

    The wechat parent group interface pops up on the mobile phone screen.

    Lao Mu turned around and handed over his mobile phone, as if he hadn''t found anything unusual: "Oh, Miss Song is out of school."

    On the way back, the car was quiet.

    Song Xiaoman looked up at the man''s face, voice gently: "old, husband?"

    The man had a stiff face and felt the air pressure was lower than usual.

    I don''t think so. Does he think she has any collusion with that fat man Jiang Yongyong?

    No, no, this has to be explained.

    She put her hands around his arm: "he, he is the next class, always, always around me."

    Qin Shinan put down his cell phone, turned around and said, "well, I''ll talk to your head teacher."

    Song Xiaoman''s whole life.

    Talk about... Who is this man going to talk to?

    Qin Shinan with a very flat tone said: "Friday''s parents'' meeting, I find time to go."

    "Old wood, adjust the schedule for me."

    "But, but..."

    Song Xiaoman was surprised and speechless. How did he know there was a parents'' meeting on Friday?

    He''s going to the parents'' meeting?

    It''s not suitable. It''s absolutely not suitable!

    "No, it doesn''t matter. The parents'' meeting is actually... It doesn''t matter. It doesn''t matter if you don''t go."

    "Study hard, nothing else, eh?"

    “……”

    Song Xiaoman lowers his head and is in a panic.

    When the car stopped, she realized that this is not a villa, but a shopping mall.

    "Old man? Why are you here? "

    "I''ll buy you clothes."

    In the Qin Dynasty, Nan subconsciously held song Xiaoman''s hand.

    I don''t know if it''s because of her mild mental retardation. He''s afraid that in the blink of an eye, he will be lost.

    "Oh." Song Xiaoman murmurs in his heart, but he still follows. Looking around, he feels that all the goods sold here are high-grade goods.

    When he came to a special counter, Qin Shinan stood outside: "go in and have a look, and take what you like."

    Song Xiaoman nods his head hard. Since he wants her to take it by herself, she doesn''t have to be polite.

    It''s natural to spend my husband''s money.

    Besides, after he married her, he would inherit the whole Qin family? Think about it and know that it is countless wealth.

    So she doesn''t have to be embarrassed.

    There are two young women in the selection of clothes, tall, white skin, looks very white and rich.

    Song Xiaoman, wearing a school uniform with blue and white stripes, looks like a student.

    Shop assistants in such places usually have eyes on their heads.

    Song Xiaoman walks in, and no one talks to her at all.

    The shop assistant patronized and waited on the two Bai Fumei over there. He was extremely attentive: "Miss, this skirt is really suitable for you. This kind of skirt has to be worn by people with white skin to look good."

    The woman looked at her beauty in the mirror and said, "well, it''s OK. I''ll see the others."

    Song Xiaoman is just about to reach for a skirt

    But he was robbed.

    Just now, the woman picked her eyebrows, winked at her companion, and laughed at each other: "now what kind of people can come here to buy clothes?"

    "Yes, it''s still a student, isn''t it? Do you dare to touch it? Can she pay for it? "

    When the shop assistant saw that two Bai Fumei were not happy, he noticed song Xiaoman next to them.

    She used to smile falsely: "this classmate, the clothes here are not suitable for you. If you don''t buy them, you''d better not touch them."