After lunch, Song Ruling was lying in the bedroom, worried about the things of the past two days, and heard the maid say that the teacher who made up for Yangyang was coming, she hurriedly got up, cleaned up briefly, and then went downstairs to meet the guests.

Song Ruling held on to the railing of the stairs and slowly walked downstairs.

The man in the tunic heard movement on the stairs, and turned his head to see an old lady coming down from above, who must have been the hostess.

The prestige of the Qi family is in City A, although it is not known to women and children, but people with a little prestige or some insight are already thunderous.

He hurriedly got up from the sofa and smiled at Song Ruling and nodded, "Mrs. Qi." ”

Although Song Ruling is worried, when the guests come, they can't show others a stinky face, which will also damage the prestige of the Qi family, and it feels as if their family is unattainable.

Song Ruling came to the sofa accompanied by the maid and stretched out her hand: "Sir, please take a seat." ”

The man in the tunic also stretched out his hand: "Mrs. Qi, please take a seat." ”

Then his hand bent up, gently pressed against his abdomen, and waited until Song Ruling sat down before he sat down.

After Song Ruling sat down, she began to look carefully at the man sitting opposite.

Although he was sitting now, he felt about the same height as Qi Yemo when he stood up just now.

Although his figure is not as stylish as Qi Yemo, this person is even more burly, even if Qin Huo is beside him, he looks a little inferior.

Looking at his facial features again, although he is not as handsome as Qi Yemo or Qi Yan, he shows a stunning heroic spirit in his thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is different from Qi Yemo's coldness.

A black straight tunic is worn on the man, which makes him very capable.

After Song Ruling looked at him, although she still had a smile on her face, she also frowned secretly.

There is no trace of pen and ink exuding from this man's body, but his body is full of the spirit of a warrior.

She is now starting to complain a little about Qi Yemo, who he asked Qin Huo to find, not like a teacher, but like a flyover-style performer.

The keen gaze of the man in the tunic still quickly caught the disappointment that flashed in Song Ruling's eyes.

He smiled slightly, took out a document from his handbag and put it on the coffee table.

"Mrs. Qi, this is my resume and academic certificate, please take a look."

Song Ruling picked it up, took out two copies at random, and was immediately impressed by this person.

He holds a master's degree from Caltech and a Ph.D. in economics from Harvard University.

It's really unseemly, Song Ruling originally had some reservations about him, but now she is completely relieved.

She turned her head and called the servant: "You go and call Yangyang." ”

The servant nodded and went upstairs to find Yangyang.

At this moment, Yang Yang is lying on a comfortable big bed, holding a game console and playing a fighting game.

This is his favorite game to play, and he sometimes fantasizes about when he will be able to do this kung fu so that he can protect his mother from being bullied, especially by the dead bird father.

He knew that in the afternoon, the father of the dead bird asked the uncle to find him a make-up teacher who would come, so he hurried up to play quickly, and it was estimated that there would be few happy days in the future.

Obediently, to get the first place in the class at the end of the semester, for him, this seems to be a thing that is 10,000 times more difficult than ascending to the sky.