Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Hua Tingjue nodded vigorously: "Ah, this is Polly Pocket's Disney Snow White Treasure Box. It will be out of print soon." In his previous life, he had made a guide, a ranking of toys that little girls liked. Although it was not suitable for his granddaughter, it would definitely be suitable for his daughter.

Seeing that his expression didn't seem like he was joking, Jiang Wangshu remained silent for a long time, and finally nodded stiffly, "Okay, I understand."

The red-haired man was frivolous and couldn't help but sneer at him: "Sissy, a grown man actually plays with this kind of toy."

Jiang Wangshu rolled his eyes and glared at him coldly. He felt a little scared and subconsciously shut up.

Her high ponytail swayed gently in the breeze. She held the gun in both hands, tilted her head, pressed her cheek against the cold gun body, squinted her eyes and aimed at the target. Her cold face contained a pair of firm and bright eyes that concealed a glimmer and sharpness.

Pull the trigger and the bullet fires.

With a snap, the pink balloon on top was popped.

The crowd watching exclaimed: "Wow!"

After another shot, the yellow balloon next to it was also hit. It was the big brown stuffed bear that the man's girlfriend had wanted for a long time. Hua Tingjue wanted to take what she liked, and she also wanted to take what the red-haired man had been thinking about!

The red-haired man was completely dumbfounded. The smile on his face disappeared instantly. He stood stiffly in place and swallowed.

……

Having achieved his target, Jiang Wangshu put away his gun.

Cool!

Hua Tingjue was very proud, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and his arms folded, standing straight beside Jiang Wangshu, smiling contemptuously: "I'm calling you, your aunt is here."

There was a huge crowd of people, all crowded around the shooting booth. Red Hair was neither going forward nor backward, and the others were also making a noise: "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Are you a man?"

"Yeah, what a coward!"

Red-haired's face flushed red, and he realized that he had hit a wall. He could only lower his head in frustration and admit defeat in a low voice like a mosquito: "Auntie... Grandma, you are so good, I lost."

Jiang Wangshu lowered his eyes and spoke clearly: "Get lost."

Red Hair quickly took his girlfriend and ran away, leaving the boss alone. He had not expected this little girl to be so capable, so he could only bid farewell to his two Gods of Wealth in tears. They were imported toys!!

On the way back, Hua Tingjue was shocked: "Fuck, you really know how to use a gun?"

Jiang Wangshu nodded and said, "Grandma Nie's family used to be hunters. They had a hunting gun. I used to go to help them during my holidays and eat some meat."

After listening to her, Hua Tingjue already had a picture in his mind. He praised her generously, "Wow, this kind of life is so cool. It's really the same as on TV."

"I've only seen guns at my grandfather's training ground, but I don't like them. You should be interested. I'll take you to play with them next time!"

After saying that, he still remembered the bet they had just made and continued to deceive Jiang Wangshu: "Believe me, the Bulls will win the championship. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet?"

He vowed not to give up until his death, so Jiang Wangshu walked away quickly, keeping a distance from him.

Hua Tingjue chased after him, chattering, "I'll take that as your agreement." He even climbed up the pole, his mouth almost stretched to the back of his head, "If I'm right, you have to agree to one condition of mine!"

Jiang Wangshu, who was walking in front, paused and looked back at him in astonishment: "When did I promise you?"

Noticing her cold gaze, Hua Tingjue ran away, even laughingly saying, "Hey, just now~"

……

The fragrance of golden osmanthus fills the air. After the National Day holiday, the No. 1 Middle School will welcome the autumn sports meeting. Since this year coincides with the 50th anniversary celebration, the school attaches great importance to it. With the sports meeting and the school anniversary, it is necessary to hold a cultural performance.

Hua Tingjue ran in excitedly, unable to hide the smile on his face. Wen Yanlin put down his pen and asked curiously, "Brother Jue, what good news makes you so happy?"

"you guess."

"Can't guess."

Hua Tingjue ignored him and walked straight to Jiang Wangshu. "There is good news. Do you want to know?"

Jiang Wangshu just looked up at him and continued to do his questions.

The two of them were so familiar with each other that Hua Tingjue was not annoyed. He smiled and said to himself, "I've signed you up to be the host of the school anniversary party."

He leaned one hand on the desk and struck a seductive pose, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and raised hips, so beautiful that people dared not look at him. His eyes were piercing as he stared at Jiang Wangshu who was doing homework.

Wen Yanlin, who was behind him, didn't hear his voice. He only saw the enchanting figure. He scratched his head with an expression that he couldn't bear to watch. "No, Jue Geshi... When did you become so coquettish?"

As flirty as a peacock.

Song Yian raised his eyelids and glanced at it nonchalantly, and said jokingly, "The day Jiang Wangshu came."

Wen Yanlin nodded, "That's right."

Jiang Wangshu was used to Hua Tingjue's frivolous look and didn't even glance at him, like an old monk in meditation, unmoved by beauty.

And he decisively refused: "No."

Some blind and brainless person in the front row started to tease, "Brother Jue, do you want to hear the subtitles with an accent?"

Hua Tingjue was angry, and asked him with a smile: "What's your accent?" Then his eyes suddenly changed, and he said viciously, "You don't care about your accent every day. I don't know where you got your Beijing accent from, and you still have the nerve to criticize others?"

He put his hands on his hips and cursed: "Ah? We didn't laugh at you, but you came to make fun of others?!"

The boy was frightened by him and replied weakly: "But...but this is Beijing?"

Hua Tingjue: "What's wrong with Beijing? Didn't the country say that we should speak Mandarin? You still don't understand Mandarin? Go back to elementary school!"

Wen Yanlin and Song Yian in the back row were so amused by his "rage for beauty" that they enjoyed watching the fun, but the man couldn't afford to offend them and could only run away in shame.

Hua Tingjue tutted disdainfully.

Facing Jiang Wangshu, he changed his expression and asked, "Are you really not going?"

"Don't go."

Jiang Wangshu stood up and prepared to leave.

"There's a bonus!"

Hua Tingjue shouted from behind.

Jiang Wangshu, who had already walked to the door, stopped suddenly and turned back. Hua Tingjue smiled, and he knew that he had completely controlled her.

He winked proudly, raised his eyebrows handsomely, and raised his hand to make an eight, "Eight hundred yuan, do you want to go?"

He didn't want Jiang Wangshu to go out to work part-time, not only was it too tiring and a waste of time, but it also didn't make much money. It took him a lot of effort to figure out the prize money for the school competition.

Jiang Wangshu nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I'll go."

Seeing that she, who had just opposed, agreed so quickly, Hua Tingjue was annoyed and curled his lips: "Humph, I knew you were a materialistic woman!"

Jiang Wangshu raised his lips and snorted softly, admitting his behavior frankly: "Yes, I am materialistic."

Hua Tingjue, who was helpless against her, turned his head away, but still handed her the registration form with a pretentious attitude, not knowing that he regretted it that afternoon.