(Cat fluttering Chinese) Listening to what the woman said, he was probably fighting with other children at school, so on the phone, the teacher called him to come to school and deal with the matter.

How could Youyou get into trouble for no reason?

He has a restrained temperament, and he never likes to fight with others, why did he inexplicably hurt other children?

Thinking of this, Mu Yazhe knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

Mu Yazhe pushed open the door and walked in, and saw that the huge academic affairs office was full of people.

In the strange crowd, a middle-aged woman was holding a child with gauze on her forehead, the child's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had cried, and she snuggled in the woman's arms, looking aggrieved.

Youyou sat next to a teacher wearing a white shirt and a badge, however, compared to the teacher's anxiety, Youyou was calm and careless.

From beginning to end, he was like a nobody, silent, in this farce, he didn't open his mouth, said a word, let this middle-aged woman in the academic office, in front of all the teachers, scolding, he also seemed to be indifferent, did not say a word.

Or, he thinks that communicating with an unqualified person like Mother Lin is pure nonsense.

If he was to speak, this woman would probably be angry with him.

He sat there, leisurely, but his body was also a little embarrassed.

On the straight suit and school uniform, there are several jet-black shoe prints, like traces of embarrassment after a fight.

Mu Yazhe had just entered the door, and everyone cast curious eyes on him.

He walked in and stood at the door, with a height of one meter and eighty-eight, which still lined this huge academic affairs office extremely narrow.

Qiyu's extraordinary aura spreads to every corner of the office.

When the man and woman saw him, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Before Mu Yazhe entered the door, Lin Feng's mother still had a lot of imagination about Youyou's parents, but she didn't expect that this man was so young and amazingly handsome!

Too young!

So handsome!

If it weren't for the fact that between the man's eyebrows and eyes, she would not have believed that the man in front of her, who looked to be about twenty years old, was Yun Tianyou's father.

"You are...... Yun Tianyou's father? ”

Lin Feng's mother glanced at him and asked casually.

Mu Yazhe didn't look at her at all as if he hadn't heard her words, and walked straight to Youyou's side, leaning slightly in front of him, and looking at him at eye level.

Youyou raised his eyes and glanced at him, and his originally indifferent face was finally moved, revealing a look of helplessness and shame.

"Daddy, are you here?"

Mu Yazhe let out an "um", glanced him up and down, and asked softly, "Are you injured?" ”

The low-magnetic and mellow voice, like an old dry red, makes people can't help but fall into intoxication when they listen to it.

Youyou shook his head and smiled: "No injury!" ”

"Humph! He wasn't hurt, it was our son who was hurt! ”

Lin Feng's mother, who was behind her, interjected extremely trickily.

Mu Yazhe ignored her, hugged Youyou in his arms, and sat down on the chair next to the teacher.

He had just sat down, and the dean of education who had made Youyou stand up a little helplessly.

"You're Yuyou's father, aren't you!? Hello! "Cat flutter Chinese