I Became the Rich Second-generation Villain

[Ding, the host captures one of the heroine Fang Xuan, get 500 villain points, Fang Heng protagonist halo -25, Fang Xuan heroine halo -25, host villain halo +50! 】

Wang Haoran accepted the reward with satisfaction.

The rewards captured can be repeated, but compared to the first time, the rewards are much less.

However, the reward of 500 villains and 50 halo points is very generous.

There are still 15 minutes before the parent meeting starts.

Wang Haoran and Fang Xuan walked out of the room.

I met Song Zhenyu without walking a few steps.

Wang Haoran was startled, but with good psychological quality, he calmed down in a second and said hello with a smile.

"Sister Zhenyu."

"It's not big or small, it's called Teacher Song!" Song Zhenyu caught a glimpse of other people next to her, so she refuted with a stern face.

"This is my sister, not an outsider. She was a little uncomfortable just now, so I took her here to rest for a while." Wang Haoran smiled.

"Your sister." Song Zhenyu nodded, and then politely smiled and stretched out her white hand towards Fang Xuan:

"Hello, my name is Song Zhenyu, and I am Wang Haoran's head teacher."

"Hello, my name is...Wang Xuan." Fang Xuan almost revealed her mouth, but she hurriedly corrected it.

The two shook hands politely and then let go.

Song Zhenyu frowned, because she felt a little sticky after shaking her hand with Fang Xuan.

"Sorry, I just wiped a little hand cream and didn't even touch it." Fang Xuan apologized, and took out a wet tissue from her bag and handed it to Song Zhenyu.

"It's okay." After Song Zhenyu wiped her hands with a tissue, after checking the time, he said:

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

"it is good."

Fang Xuan was afraid to continue the conversation, and when he heard Song Zhenyu say that, he nodded and walked ahead.

"Miss Wang, your...the silk stockings seem to be torn." Song Zhenyu reminded with friendship.

"Ah?!" Fang Xuan was taken aback and looked back and quickly found a hole in the sock at the position of the thigh.

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

"It must have been scratched by accident."

She was wearing a knee-length professional dress, and there was a hole in her socks that looked a bit indecent.

"Miss Wang, you are about the same figure 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 had never seen Song Zhenyu pass through.

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

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

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

It took a long time to come out.

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

These dark purple socks are undoubtedly Song Zhenyu's.

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

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 he couldn't ask Song Zhenyu face to face about this question.

At least I can't ask now.

The three came to the large conference hall together.

Many parents have gathered here, and the conversations in the conference hall sounded extraordinarily noisy.

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 is written with the name of the student.

Parents who come to the conference hall can check their seats.

There are aisles beside these seats.

Those aisles are for students to stand.

When a parent meeting is held at a later time, students must stand by their parents' side.

Waiting for the students to be praised by the teacher, maybe it is the criticism from the teacher...

As a parent, if you see your child being praised, you will be very happy, with a bright face.

And if your children are criticized, they will be ashamed and shameless.

For poor students and parents of poor students, 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 heard someone calling from far behind.

He looked back and saw the big beauty walking towards this side at a brisk pace.

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

"Hello, Mr. Tang."

......

Along the way, this big beauty, some of the faculty who knew her, all greeted respectfully.

However, Tang Bingyun ignored none of it, but walked straight to Wang Haoran.

"Hello, Auntie Tang." Wang Haoran shouted politely.

Hearing this name, Tang Bingyun's ruddy mouth visibly twitched while applying lipstick.

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

"This is yours..."

"My sister."

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

"Fuck, **** sister."

"So that's it." Tang Bingyun suddenly looked at Fang Xuan very politely:

"Hello, my name is Tang Bingyun."

"Tang...you...hello." Fang Xuan also wanted to call Auntie Wang along with Wang Haoran, but she seemed to be one or two years older than her. It's appropriate, so I stopped in time.

Fang Xuan withdrew the hateful address in time, which greatly increased Tang Bingyun's favor.

"Hey, Miss Wang, your lipstick looks so good, what color is it?" Tang Bingyun said suddenly.

She is about the same age as Fang Xuan, and Fang Xuan is Wang Haoran's god-sister. This is a great opportunity to lower her seniority.

Of course Tang Bingyun would not miss it.

"It's Maple Leaf Red." Fang Xuan responded.

"This color suits you very well. Not only does Miss Wang look so beautiful, she also knows how to make up." Tang Bingyun praised her without hesitation.

"No, I painted it casually, the makeup is very rough, Miss Tang, you are really beautiful, and the makeup is even more beautiful." Fang Xuan was a little cautious.

She could have heard everything just now. These faculty and staff called Tang Bingyun the school director.

Obviously, Tang Bingyun's status is very high.

Fang Xuan thought she was just a small secretary, so she didn't dare to talk to such a big man.

"Miss Wang, don't you know how beautiful you are? I sincerely want to ask you how to dress up. You don't want to teach me, so you pretend to be humble, right?" Tang Bingyun said seriously.

Her look seemed to blame, but it sounded very comfortable.

Women like to be praised for their beauty, especially praised by a beautiful woman.

When Fang Xuan heard this, her affection immediately increased, and she hurriedly said:

"How come, Miss Tang, what do you know, I can answer everything."

......

The two women chatted together.

Tang Bingyun's communication skills are not bad, and she intends to get closer to Fang Xuan. With just a few words, she narrowed her distance with Fang Xuan.

Wang Haoran didn't dare to be interested in the things the women were talking about, so she glanced away.

Inadvertently, he saw a person who shouldn't have been here.

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