Rebirth of the Husband Program

The middle-aged man glanced at him lazily, raised his jaw slightly, and said arrogantly, "Sit down."

Tang Qimo and the man looked at each other, then looked away lightly, and sat down as promised.He picked up the pen on the table and began to fill in his own information. The pen tip paused in the column of parents on the paper, and finally he only wrote "Deceased".

After that, there were some usual information, but what caught Tang Qimo's attention was the bottom column. There was only one question on it, what do you think about the First Academy.

What is the use of this question?

Tang Qimo pondered for a few seconds, then picked up a pen and wrote down his thoughts under the question.

After finishing all these, Tang Qimo put down his pen and handed the information to the middle-aged man.The middle-aged man took it with a haughty attitude, and then glanced at it. His eyes paused on the column of parents, and when he saw that it was written as deceased, contempt and disdain flashed in his eyes.

Another poor student with no background.

"Okay, take the number plate and go to the lobby to wait, and you will go up when you are called."

As he said that, the middle-aged man casually threw a sign to Tang Qimo, and never looked at him again.

This attitude aroused the man's displeasure. Just as he lowered his face and wanted to teach this middle-aged man who bullied his youth, he was pulled by his arm.Looking over, he saw his young man looking at him disapprovingly, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry about this, let's go."

"Aren't you angry?" The man felt so angry when he saw this, he wished he could use the fire of hell to burn the person who looked down on his young man to death, and his soul would suffer from burning for life and life.

"Is it necessary?" Tang Qimo was very open to these things. When he was in the orphanage before, he never received any supercilious look.I have heard all the words of contempt, not to mention that this middle-aged man has never done anything to him.

Besides, he didn't have any powerful background, even if he was the original owner's parents, such a background and family were not worth his concern at all.

"Okay, let's go."

He took a look at the sign, and it looked like it was made of wood, but when he touched it carefully, it felt like metal.

"What do you think this is made of?"

The man glanced at it casually, and said two words noblely and coldly: "Trash!"

Tang Qimo: "..."

Well, he shouldn't have asked this person at all.

When I came to the center of the hall, I saw dense crowds of people.Tang Qimo was caught in the crowd, smelling the mixed smell of sweat and fragrance from the people around him, his face couldn't help but twisted.

Suddenly, a cold breath penetrated his nostrils, and his body was gently hugged into an embrace, isolating him from his surroundings. Tang Qimo was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and his eyes met the man's perfect chin: "You..."

"Is it better?" the man asked, and his arms tightened a little more.

Tang Qimo's face was a little hot, his lips parted, and then parted again, and finally he gave a light favor.

"Thank you."