You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

Since he rushed over after the meeting, the man was still wearing a well-tailored suit.

Parents of high school students are generally around 40 years old.

Women in this age group don't have too much sense of age. As long as they are well maintained, they look not much different from those in their early thirties.

But men are different.

After marriage, body management is often neglected. From the top of the head and belly, there are always some cruel traces of the years.

The dignified and outstanding president suddenly broke into the parents' group, like a catfish thrown into a school of sardines, which made other men feel ashamed.

His facial features are handsome enough, and he has a perfect figure maintained by extreme self-discipline.

At this moment, compared with other people, it is even more eye-catching, leaving no room for others to survive.

Sheng Mumu even saw that among the parents, a wife grabbed her husband's arm and frowned and complained.

She could probably guess what those people said.

It's nothing more than "you look at others, and then look at you."

She couldn't help but find it funny when she made up the sound in her head, her eyes were bent, and the dimples sank slightly.

She looked at Qi Mo with a smile in her clear eyes, and pointed to the seat next to her with her chin.

Qi Mo pulled out the chair and sat down, his legs became more slender in the sitting posture.

The people around him straightened their backs obviously after he sat down, as if they were affected by his strong aura and couldn't help but want to make a good impression.

He unhurriedly took off his coat, put it on his forearm casually, loosened his tie with his bony hands, turned his head and asked Sheng Mumu in a low voice:

"How long has it been since?"

"It's almost half an hour." Sheng Mumu leaned his head closer and replied, smelling the cool fragrance from the man's body, "The grade director is very nagging, and Che Jilu talked back and forth many times. It's time to publish a nonsense literature manual."

Qi Mo smiled lowly.

Sheng Mumu lowered her voice and said:

"A lot of parents handed me business cards just now. It was so embarrassing. My mouth was about to freeze from laughter."

"I'm like a ruthless business card collection machine, my hands are sore."

"Go back at night and ask the chef to burn the chicken feet to complement the shape."

"Spicy ginger or soy sauce?"

……

When she complained, Qi Mo stared at her with a smile on his lips.

Even in the dialogue without much nutrition, it still seems extremely patient.

Occasionally curved lips, and occasionally nodded.

Responds to every word she says.

Qi Shaobai was already dumbfounded, frowning in puzzlement.

The moment I saw my dad appear in the gym.

He ran it through his head quickly, what is the important day today?

The final conclusion is that the third year of high school is indeed a very important year in life.

Otherwise, how could my father, who regards work as his life, come here in person?

Qi Mo crossed his long legs, sitting casually and lazily, his eyes inadvertently swept across Sheng Mumu's fair legs.

He paused, and looked up at the top of the stadium.

The central air conditioner was blowing cold air outside.

In the next second, a delicate and expensive suit jacket covered her fair legs.

After sitting in the air-conditioned venue for a long time, Sheng Mumu was indeed a little cold.

At this moment, her legs were covered to cut off the coolness, she smiled and said politely: "Actually, I'm not that cold, so I don't need to wear..."

Mainly some worry about wrinkling his expensive suit.

Qi Mo slowly turned his head to look ahead, his voice was low and mellow:

"It's because I have no place to put it, please help me take it."

Sheng Mumu: ...

That's it!

Can it be that Dong Tezhu and the driver Xiao Wang are not here, he is used to calling people around but can't find anyone, so he uses her as his subordinate?

She quickly adjusted her mentality and corrected her position.

It's ok.

The gold master's father.

Serve him a little once in a while, it should be.

Otherwise, she would also feel that 50 monthly pocket money is too easy to come by.

After a while, the lengthy speeches on the stage finally came to an end.

The grade director announced that parents can go to the head teacher and the teachers of each subject to chat alone in the rest of the time.

As soon as the voice fell, the people around moved into action.

Parents of students in the third grade are more active than those in the third grade.

It was very crowded for a while.

But only in a small area where Sheng Mumu was, there were no people gathered.

When everyone passed by the man with a cold expression and a strong aura, they seemed to subconsciously dare not approach him.

Sheng Mumu realized the meaning of the word "daunting" for the first time.

Just as he was thinking, the magnetic voice of the man beside him suddenly said:

"What about mine?"

Sheng Mumu and Qi Shaobai looked over at the same time.

Not sure why.

I saw Qi Mo drooping his eyes, his long eyelashes drawn down, and his eyes fell on the two bottles of mineral water under her and Qi Shaobai's chairs.

Then Yingting's brows raised slightly, and she looked at her with a hidden smile, her tone slowed down: "I'm thirsty."

Before Sheng Mumu had time to answer, Qi Shaobai answered the question reflexively:

"I'm going to buy another bottle."

Qi Mo raised his eyes and passed his arm behind Sheng Mumu.

The man's strong arm brushed her back, holding Qi Shaobai's arm, with a gentle voice:

"Need not."

Qi Shaobai patted the back of his head and sat down, his eyes stayed on Sheng Mumu's bottle of mineral water for a few seconds, he reacted thoughtfully, and murmured:

"Oh yes, you can have a bottle."

He did need it.

Sheng Mumu noticed that Qi Mo's gaze towards Qi Shaobai gradually softened, and there seemed to be a ray of joy slowly rising in his eyes.

She understood instantly.

Qi Shaobai's act of filial piety by offering to buy water for Qi Mo made the cold and alienated man very happy, right?

She nodded approvingly at Qi Shaobai, praising:

"Student Xiaoqi, you are really sensible, and you are really your father's big brother."

Qi Shaobai: ...

Qi Mo: ...

After about half a minute, Qi Shaobai belatedly remembered what his father said just now - "I'm thirsty."

The young man frowned slowly, and secretly took a deep breath.

Hiss~ That tone, that demeanor...

Dad just now...couldn't he be...acting like a baby, right?

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I noticed that my father's cold eyes swept over casually.

Qi Shaobai quickly tilted his head, looked away, and pretended to be nonchalant.

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……

When there were not many parents gathered outside the head teacher's office, Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu walked in together.

Seeing this extremely handsome couple come in, the head teacher's eyes lit up.

The head teacher is 47 this year and is an experienced old teacher.

He has been taking Qi Shaobai and his class from the first year of high school.

There have been many parent-teacher meetings, but the number of times I have seen Qi Mo is only a handful.

It is no exaggeration to say that the number of times I have seen this face in financial magazines is more than that in parent meetings.

When they sat across the table, the head teacher took out Qi Shaobai's file from the drawer and handed it over, and spoke first:

"Qi Shaobai's father, Qi Shaobai's mother, these are Qi Shaobai's exam results in the past year. You can take a look first to understand his study situation, and then we will talk about Qi Shaobai's classmate's problems together."

Qi Mo tapped his chin, took the folder, and opened it calmly.

After only turning a few pages, Sheng Mumu went to her side and said to the head teacher in a serious tone:

"I know a little bit about Qi Shaobai's test scores from the previous school year."

"His grades in mathematics and physics are relatively stable, but occasionally he makes some low-level mistakes. He can solve the big questions later, but loses points for the basic multiple-choice questions in front."

"His language and reading comprehension are really troublesome. This child's brain circuit is different from others, and his understanding angle is always unconventional."

"Then there's English, it's really... a bit rotten."

Speaking of this, she paused, glanced at Qi Mo, just met his gaze, and finished the second half of the sentence in her heart: she is not close to Zhu Zhechi at all.

Qi Mo's spoken English is standard and pleasant, while Qi Shaobai's is so bad that he can even make mistakes in the most basic grammar.

Even if they are not biological father and son, isn't there an old saying that a nephew is more like an uncle?

Why didn't Qi Shaobai inherit it at all?

On the contrary, he inherited that high-cold and distant style very well.

Okay don't study.

Sheng Mumu suppressed the regret in her heart, leaned forward a little, and asked the head teacher sincerely:

"Teacher, in your opinion, Qi Shaobai has worked hard in the last school year, will he have a chance to pass the exam?"

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