Chapter 452: Noble School

Long Yao's words were meaningful.

Chu Zhanpeng: "......"

Chu Xiangjun: "......"

Chu Zhanpeng wiped a handful of fine sweat from his forehead with one hand, and he was very disappointed in Chu Xiangjun in his heart.

Just now, if she listened to her own words, she apologized to Young Master Long, how good it was to turn big things into small things, she had to be arrogant and willful, now it's okay, she annoyed Young Master Long, where will she have good fruits to eat in the future.

The young man didn't know how thick the sky was, and Chu Zhanpeng complained angrily in his heart about how Fu Shulan educated children.

Chu Xiangjun was speechless, Long Yao was obviously deliberately playing tricks on Chu Zhanpeng, didn't you see that everyone was sweating when they were afraid, this is an air-conditioned room, but Chu Zhanpeng was sweating profusely, which showed that his heart was already very tormented.

Moreover, Long Yao knew about his relationship with Chu Zhanpeng, but now he made it as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"Do you have an opinion?" Chu Xiangjun glared at Long Yao angrily.

Looking at Chu Xiangjun's delicate and lovely face, even being angry was so good-looking, Long Yao was happy in his heart, but his face was silent, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Chu Xiangjun disappeared from under his nose for more than two months, and he didn't answer the phone or reply to the text messages, shouldn't he punish her well.

Chu Xiangjun said that you have an opinion, which scared Chu Zhanpeng's heart to jump out.

Does this girl have to die today?

Don't you know how to observe words, didn't you see that his father was respectful to Young Master Long, but she had to stimulate Young Master Long again and again.

Chu Zhanpeng felt that Chu Xiangjun was simply muddy and couldn't get on the wall.

"Uncle Chu thinks I should have an opinion?" Long Yao threw the ball to Chu Zhanpeng with an innocent face.

Chu Zhanpeng almost wanted to beat Chu Xiangjun to death with a stick, people don't fight for steamed buns, but Chu Xiangjun doesn't fight for steamed buns or for a mouthful.

As my own daughter, I didn't inherit that I had seven points of good and three excellent genes.

But Chu Xiangjun, how can he feel that he has no half a point.

Doesn't it mean that the daughter is the lover of her father's last life, how do you feel that Chu Xiangjun is the enemy of her previous life, and she has come to abuse herself in this life.

"Ahem, of course there is an opinion, it's Xiangjun girl who is not sensible, Young Master Long, don't blame her, her mother is so defeated, she has been spoiled by her mother since she was a child......" Chu Zhanpeng said with an embarrassed smile.

Long Yao listened very carefully, but raised his own questions.

"I'm spoiled by my mother, so why can't you, a father, teach me?"

As soon as Long Yao's words came out, Chu Zhanpeng was speechless.

The atmosphere was a little stiff for a while, and Anya on the side saw this, and hurriedly came out of the round with a smile on her face.

"Young Master Long is really joking, our president is busy with work on weekdays, so he is naturally a little negligent in the education of his children, but our president has already selected the best aristocratic school for Miss Xiangjun, and will send her to further study immediately. ”

Anya's tone was subdued, and her words were not leaky, not only did not comment on Chu Xiangjun's badness, but also said Chu Zhanpeng's fatherly appearance vividly, Chu Zhanpeng was very satisfied, but who knows, Long Yao heard Anya say this, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the cold aura on his body exuded more intensely, and he seemed to be very unhappy.

"Noble school?"

Long Yao's repeated words as if asking made the smiles on the faces of Anya and Chu Zhanpeng stiffen.

"Yes, we will transfer Miss Xiangjun to the junior high school of Urouran, where the teaching level is the best in our A city, and I believe that Miss Xiangjun will definitely be able to learn a lot of knowledge there. ”