City: I became a rich second-generation villain

"I'm sorry, I just applied some hand cream and it didn't spread evenly." Fang Xuan said apologetically, and took out a wet tissue from her bag and handed it to Song Zhenyu.

"It's okay." Song Zhenyu wiped his hands with a tissue, checked the time, and said:

"The parent meeting is about to start, let's go to the conference hall."

"it is good."

Fang Xuan was afraid to continue the chat, so after hearing what Song Zhenyu said, she immediately nodded and walked in front.

"Miss Wang, your... stockings seem to be torn." Song Zhenyu reminded her in a friendly manner.

"Ah?!" Fang Xuan was startled, turned around and took a quick look, and sure enough, she found a hole in the sock on the thigh.

She glanced at Wang Haoran inadvertently, and then explained to Song Zhenyu in embarrassment:

"It must have been accidentally scratched somewhere and scratched."

She was wearing a knee-length professional dress with a hole in her sock that looked a little indecent.

"Miss Wang, your figure is about the same as mine. I have socks in my room. If you don't mind, you can wear mine."

"Do you still have stockings?" Wang Haoran looked at Song Zhenyu in surprise.

Because, he has never seen Song Zhenyu wear it.

"I'm not a woman, why can't I have this?" Song Zhenyu gave him a sidelong glance.

Because of her occupation, it is not convenient for her to wear it, but this does not affect her owning it.

After speaking, Song Zhenyu took Fang Xuan to her room.

It took a while to come out.

Fang Xuan's original black socks were replaced with dark purple ones.

These dark purple socks undoubtedly belonged to Song Zhenyu.

In this regard, Wang Haoran is not surprised at all, after all, he is a person with clairvoyance.

This Song Zhenyu seems to have a soft spot for purple.

It is said that women who like purple are more romantic.

I don't know if Song Zhenyu is like this.

Wang Haoran was a little curious.

But of course, it was impossible for him to ask Song Zhenyu face to face.

At least not right now.

The three of them came to the large conference hall together.

Many parents have already gathered here, and the conversations in the conference hall are converging, which sounds extraordinarily loud.

Almost all the head teachers of each class have arrived.

The conference hall is divided into areas by class, each area has forty to fifty chairs, and each chair has the student's name written on it.

Parents who come to the conference hall can be seated according to their numbers.

There is an aisle next to these seats.

Those aisles are for students to stand.

When a parent meeting is held, students must stand by their parents.

Waiting for the students is also the teacher's praise, maybe the teacher's criticism...

As a parent, if you see your child being praised, you must be very happy and have a bright face.

And if one's own children are criticized, they will also lose face and feel ashamed.

For poor students and their parents, this place is definitely no less than a trial ground.

Of course, Wang Haoran doesn't have to worry about this at all.

"Haoran?"

Wang Haoran was about to go to his place with Fang Xuan, but suddenly he heard someone calling from far behind.

He looked back and saw the big beauty walking towards this side with brisk steps.

"Hello, Director Tang."

"Hello, Director Tang."

......

Along the way, the beautiful woman walked, and some faculty and staff who knew her greeted her respectfully.

But Tang Bingyun didn't pay attention to any of them, and just walked straight in front of Wang Haoran.

"Hello, Aunt Tang." Wang Haoran called out very politely.

Hearing this address, Tang Bingyun's rosy mouth twitched visibly.

But she quickly returned to normal, looked at Fang Xuan, and asked Wang Haoran:

"This is your..."

"My sister."

"Sister? As far as I know, sister Zhen Li seems to be your only son, right?"

"Damn it, sister."

"So that's how it is." Tang Bingyun was stunned, and then looked at Fang Xuan very politely:

"Hi, my name is Tang Bingyun."

"Ah Tang... you... hello." Fang Xuan also wanted to call auntie along with Wang Haoran, but she seemed to be one or two years older than her, so calling the other party auntie was really uncomfortable. Appropriate, so it stopped in time.

Fang Xuan retracted that hateful title in time, which greatly increased Tang Bingyun's favor.

"Hey, Miss Wang, your lipstick is so pretty, what color is it?" Tang Bingyun asked suddenly.

She is about the same age as Fang Xuan, and Fang Xuan is Wang Haoran's god-sister, so this is an excellent opportunity to lower her seniority.