Bai Mo has won many international piano awards abroad, and it is more than enough to be a piano teacher in China with her qualifications.

And then it just so happened that Pedora. The Saint Lord Russ Academy was one step ahead of the others, and knew the news that Bai Mo would return to China early, and the school had already drafted a contract to send it when she was still abroad, and the reply was pleasing to her, she actually agreed!

Although the tuition fee of the college is ridiculously expensive, the salary of the teacher is even higher than people can imagine, so Bai Mo is full of yearning for that job, and he can't wait to fly back to class immediately!

In this way, the white foam became Ren Pedora. A piano teacher at St. Crass College, or more precisely, from the beginning of the next semester, as the semester is approaching the end of the semester soon.

And she didn't have much to do for the time being, so she went to some high-end music bars to play the piano, waiting for the winter vacation to pass, looking forward to the start of school.

Bai Mo's family was not as rich as several princes, but could only barely provide for her to study abroad, but after a few years of study, almost all the family's savings have been spent, because she studied piano, and those beautiful and white hands cannot be contaminated with a little rough work.

Even so, consumption in the United States is still very expensive, and the money earned can only barely support her basic expenses in the United States, so she has to save money every day, and she even occasionally saves some money to send to her parents.

Her appearance is not proportional to her honor, and of course the simplicity here means that the clothes she wears are all non-brand-name.

Many people asked her why she chose to return to China instead of waiting to develop abroad for a long time, because the opportunities abroad are better than those at home.

At this time, her pure eyes would sparkle and answer them, "Because my parents are in the country, I want to be with them." ”

Mom and Dad are the concern of her heart, she is the only seedling in the family, because for her to study abroad, her savings are empty, so she has to stay by their side and honor them. She is really a very sensible and filial girl.

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Because of his parents' return home, Han Youhe can't be as busy as before, but stays at home honestly every day except after school.

In the spacious living room of the European-style royal aristocracy, Han's father sat on the Italian brand-name leather sofa and read the newspaper.

Han Youhe was also sitting on the sofa in the living room at the moment, he felt bored and aggrieved, he had been holding back for several days.

When he was sitting or lying down, and his hands were not on his chest, Father Han opened his mouth coldly, his expression was as indifferent as frost, "In the future, I will learn how to take over my father's business, don't sing any songs, show up on stage, and make people not look like people and ghosts!" ”

Han Youhe cried bitterly in his heart, and scratched his hair with a headache, "Dad, don't force me to take over your business anymore, singing is my career, the great, ambitious career I love!" ”

Father Han clapped the newspaper in his hand, "You talk to me about greatness and sublimity?" Don't toss around all day long, honestly take over my business, and carry forward our Han family is what you should do! ”

The more Han Youhe listened, the more impatient he became, he got up from the sofa, and the whole person looked very proud and powerful, "The family business is great and noble, my career is what I love, and that is also my dream, why can't I pursue it?" ”

"You are my son, your surname is Han, so it is your task to take over the business, as for your dreams, don't daydream, put away your ambitions ......."

"What if I don't listen?" Han Youhe was not afraid, his eyes flashed with determination, and when he saw it, Father Han only felt that his head was full of anger......

Lao Tzu didn't let it, and his tone was very hard, "Unless you're not my son!" ”

"Whatever!" Han Youhe raised the corner of his lips meaninglessly, and after speaking, he directly left his old father, turned around in stride, and went out.

"Rebel, rebel!" Father Han's hands trembled, and he was angry, as if he was holding his breath on his chest and neither going down nor down, and it was extremely uncomfortable.