I was rejected by the school belle, and I was proposed by the stunning president

"A widow's son has been bullied by him, how will you gain a foothold in school in the future?"

"I'll see what mom does later, and you follow along. Make sure you don't beat that brat to death."

"Good mother."

The little boy had a pot head cut off, and his whole face looked fatter than a pig, and the two people's appearances were carved out of the same mold, which was exactly the same.

While walking, the little boy ate snacks and pushed open the BMW door with greasy hands.

The corners of the mouth are still full of oil stains.

This does not look like an educated person.

And the mother of the child is wearing a big thick gold necklace, which is purely rich.

How could such a person have any tutor.

"Mom, let's wait at the door. The kid arrives at 8:10 every day." The little boy took a bite of the spicy sticks, and the oil trickled down the corner of his mouth as unsightly as it could be.

However, the current aristocratic schools don’t care about the character of their children. What they care about is money. The original intention of running a school is not to educate children, but to collect a lot of money. This is their original purpose.

In addition, the children who can come to school here have rich families, and teachers generally cannot afford to provoke them.

As long as the child can not cause trouble at school, Amitabha will be.

In other words, this is forcing the responsible teacher into a Buddhist school.

That is to say, the teacher wants to take care of it, but he dare not do it.

"Mom, I'm going to beat him so hard later that he kneels on the ground begging for mercy."

"Okay, wait for your mother to support you, and make sure you will vent all your anger today."

"Wait for Dad and the Green Gang to win the big order, and Mom will take you to eat delicious food."

"If this order is signed, we can earn more than 1 million, and then my mother will buy you whatever you want." The woman's eyes stayed on the extended Hummer while speaking.

I thought to myself which parent's car this is, maybe it's a big master waiting to set it up to see if I can help his dad get some business.

"Ok!"

Just as the mother and son were chatting happily, Yemo slowly climbed down from the other door of the car.

Although it is very tall, Qingfeng clearly asked him to try it himself, if he can get off easily, the car will belong to this kid in the future.

Seeing the little guy struggling, although Qingfeng felt a little distressed, when he grows up as a man, he may bear thousands of times more things than here.

It would only take one second for an adult to get out of the car, but it took Yemo 30 seconds from opening the door to getting out of the car.

He used all his breastfeeding strength in order to get this car that all men love.

When his feet landed firmly on the ground, Qingfeng's hanging heart slowly fell.

From the time when he opened the car door and slid down the car door slowly, Qingfeng feels that this kid is much more powerful than he imagined.

"Do you think I'm good or not? I'm a little man, and it won't be long before I can protect my mother."

Hearing this, Qingfeng's heart was filled with mixed emotions, he knelt down and stroked Yemo's head to comfort him, "Have you forgotten? Since last night, I have been a member of your family, remember you have a father." Qingfeng said After saying this, the cell phone in the car rang.

Rubbing the little guy's head and said, "Wait for me, answer the phone."

"Ok!"

"There was a thick male voice on the other end of the phone, a little gloomy, but he could tell who it was right away."

"Second Master, Wang Fugui has arrived in the meeting room, when will you come?" It was Qingfeng's subordinate who spoke.

"I have important things to do now. You can handle small projects like this in the future. Don't bother me, or let him go back. I'll talk about it when I feel better."

The employees in the office looked at each other in blank dismay, "Is a [-] million project a small project? Then what counts as a big project?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down so that you don't get overheard. The second master should be accompanying the child to school at this point!"

It is true that Qingfeng is not short of money now, what he lacks is the feeling of home.

In his heart, family is far more important than money.

So [-] million is indeed a small project for him.

"Hehe, that, I want to ask, when will the second master come to the company?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a greasy face, carrying a Prada briefcase, sitting in the conference room nodding and bowing.

The whole face is about to bloom with a smile.

"The second master said you don't have time for such a small project." The man repeated Qingfeng's words.

"Why don't you come here another day?" Hearing this, Wang Fugui couldn't sit still.

It took him a long time to get an appointment with Second Master's assistant, and it took him a long time to get this list down. If he didn't sign it, he wouldn't sign it.

The man stood up humbly and wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, "Well, little third master, did second master tell you when he is free?"

"I don't know about this. Anyway, he is very busy now. If you have time, you can wait here first."

Wang Fugui nodded again and again, "Okay, young master, don't worry about me, I'll just wait here."

As long as the order can be signed, the initial calculated income will be more than ten million.

In terms of numbers, how many businesses would he have to run to make so much money.

Don't tell him to wait for a while, he is willing to wait for three days and three nights!

"Follow you."

"Okay, let's go slowly, little third master!"

After Qingfeng's people left, Wang Fugui sat on the sofa and let out a big sigh, "My eyelids have been twitching since this morning, and I always feel that something bad has happened, so don't mess with Amitabha's business. "

In order to win this list, he put his entire net worth into it, and there must be no mistakes.

"Hurry up and call the proprietress, don't make trouble for me today, alas, my eyelids are twitching, and I always feel uneasy."

"Okay boss, I'll call now."

This side of the school.

The little fat pier saw Yemo pulling his mother at a glance and said, "Mom, look, that is Yemo, and he beat me yesterday. It hurts so much."

The woman followed her hand and looked towards Yemo.

He is a cute and handsome boy, and just this handsome appearance makes women go crazy with jealousy.

"Come on, go with mom, if you dare to beat my son, see if I don't beat him to death."

The little fat man touched his mouth, his hands were full of oil, and while Yemo was not paying attention, he dragged his heavy body and rushed up quickly, supporting Yemo's chest with both hands.

He took two steps back and staggered and sat on the ground.

This is very hard.

The little fat man saw Ye Mo fall into a mess, his hands crossed his chest and his mouth showed a hint of sneer, "You are worthy of going to the school here without Dad's bastard? Now that I am in a good mood, hurry up and get out of here with your schoolbag on your back."

Before the little fat man finished speaking, he felt a tightness in his chest, and then his whole body lost its center of gravity and jumped in mid-air.