he's not, he's not

You Xiaoxiu looked down at the still ticking drink, his eyes fell on his father's hand that was not in the shadows, he probably thought about which part of the head teacher it was, his hand holding his head slid directly onto his face, frantically He scratched his face.

It's over, he and his dad will be tied up and thrown into the river.

"Teacher... I'm sorry..." He moaned on the verge of death.

The head teacher has no time to punish him for the time being. Although he does have this intention, he is the one who can win seven excellent head teacher pennants in a row. His willpower and endurance are amazing, and he is rationally broken into three pieces.

For a while, they managed to handle the laughing Sisi and the others.

One piece endured the sherbet "chicken".

In the last part, he tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, and reached out to grab the thief's hand that was separated from him by the excellent parent.

"You Xiaoxiu's father, as a parent, you still have to put yourself in the right place."

The last four characters are squeezed out from the back molars.

The outstanding parent had a handsome face, and his hands were not doing human affairs - he turned his palm on the head teacher's wrist, but did not move, and grabbed a few pieces of paper to cover it.

"do not move."

He tugged the person towards him, and laughed in a muffled voice: "Looking at it now, it's like peeing your pants."

The class teacher's scalp exploded.

Even if he shakes him upside down and shakes his ankles, the source of his memory is shaken out. The last time his pants were wet like this was when he was four and a half years old. In summer, in the evening, in the small courtyard, his mother boiled a pot of porridge on the ground. Let it cool, and he sat down on it.

Ever since he was five years old, he had never experienced such a terrifying feeling.

For a moment, You Xiaoxiu didn't know who to pity first, the head teacher with "wet hands" in the crotch, his father who didn't know what to do, or himself who was caught in the middle.

He faked a cough: "I..."

The outstanding parents looked at their filial son, their eyes revealed their satisfaction and appreciation for the future successor, and their fatherly love was ten times stronger.

"I'll take the class teacher back first, and when we gather later, you can just talk to Sister Xiao Wang."

You Xiaoxiu looked at the head teacher's shit-colored profile: "...Dad."

"Ok?"

"See you in the river."

"?"

Twenty minutes later, the head teacher, like a bandit, got into the cable car going down the mountain under the cover of excellent parents.

Excellent parent: "Teacher class, how are you?"

What good?How can you see that I'm getting better?

He was furious, and he didn't know if there was a difference between humans and animals. Ever since he met the excellent parent, a well-dressed beast, nothing good happened to him. First, he was forced to lose his horse, and then faced the crisis of being prostituted. The author of a gay novel, doesn't he know what kind of disaster will happen if this continues?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his gaze was like a saw.

Youxiaoxiu was not at all intimidated, he sat with his legs crossed opposite the teacher in charge, as beautiful as Chinese New Year, and comforted him: "Youxiaoxiu has hands and feet, let him apologize to you when he comes back later."

Who the hell is messing around? !

The homeroom teacher was so shameless that he was so angry that he laughed back - anyway, he didn't want to live anymore, and he had no face to die. He simply opened his concealed thighs, and liberated himself: "I think parents need to lead by example."

The excellent parent looked at him with interest: "The class teacher still needs my 'helping hand'?"

"...No need."

The head teacher drooped his eyelashes, and raised his chin at the outstanding parents: "Just lend me your pants."

At this moment, You Xiaoxiu was still sitting on the mountain, he was chewing orchid beans while thinking about what happened just now, the speed of chewing became slower and slower, and the expression on his face became more and more bewildered.

There's nothing wrong with thinking about it...

But why on earth did my dad wipe the head teacher's dick?

Glass Butterfly