My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day-Chapter 212 - : 212, Class Monitor Fu Ziyang

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Chapter 212: 212, Class Monitor Fu Ziyang

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There was a cough, followed by the sudden abrasive ringtone of a cell phone.

Forgot to mute the ringer…

This attracted even more glances from her classmates.

Su WanWan hastily answered the call, whispering, “What’s up?”

“Come out.”

“Huh?” She glances towards the door of the reading room.

No one…

Seeming to have clairvoyance, the man over the phone said in a deep voice, “Come to the school gate.”

“What are you planning to do?” Su WanWan was bewildered.

Had this guy really come to find her at school in the middle of the day?

Remembering the message she’d sent earlier, Su WanWan became defensive, hurriedly saying, “I’m in the reading room studying, will have lunch later, after eating I have to discuss a program with classmates, and after that I need to head to a club meeting.”

“…you’re that busy?”

“Yeah, yep.”

Huo JingShen casually said, “Busier than your overworked husband?”

Su WanWan:

That’s not the case!

“Come out.” Huo JingShen, tired of prolonging the conversation, advised, “Accompany your husband to a parent-teacher meeting.”

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Ten minutes later, Su WanWan got into the car.

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Seeing him dressed in a full suit, she couldn’t help but ask, “Is it okay if I’m dressed like this?”

Huo JingShen glanced at her and started the car, “It’s fine.”

Su WanWan felt like he was just brushing her off.

She took out a makeup mirror and lipstick from her bag, fixating her makeup and saying, “It’s my first time at a parent-teacher meeting. Can’t embarrass Ziyang.”

Huo JingShen:

Once they arrived at the school, Su WanWan followed Huo JingShen into the meeting classroom.

As soon as they sat down, she lowered her voice and said furiously, “This is all your fault! You didn’t let me go home and change into something nice. Look at other people’s mothers! I’m so annoyed!”

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Wellington Primary School is the most prestigious and aristocratic school in Nancheng. The children who attend here are usually either rich or noble, and many of the mothers are very stylish and beautiful. Not only is their makeup exquisite, but they also dress up quite elegantly, they either wear designer brands or privately tailored clothes, and there are even some wearing cheongsams.

Then look at herself…

Su WanWan was pissed.

She wore distressed jeans and white sneakers with a white tank top and a black and white checkered shirt over it, also donning a very amusing bun hairstyle. She was the epitome of casual.

Considering this, she took off her hairband and let her hair down.

At least this would make her seem a little more mature, right?

“You care so much?” Huo JingShen looked at the bustle of the young girl and couldn’t help but smile slightly, “If you care so much about your son’s image, if you really become a mother in the future, will you …”

“Who’s becoming a mother?” Su WanWan interrupted him, her cheeks growing warm.

“If you treat Ziyang well now, you will have experience for when you treat our son in the future…”

“Who’s going to have your son?” Su WanWan intercepted him again, her cheeks growing even hotter.

“Having a daughter is also okay.” Huo JingShen said calmly, “But she needs to be gentle and quiet, unlike you…”

“What’s wrong with being like me?” Su WanWan finally exploded!

“Nothing.” Huo JingShen still had that casual tone, “I quite like it when you’re like this, darling.”

Su WanWan:

What the hell!?

Hitting cotton, and sugar-coated cotton at that…

She pursed her lips, barely suppressing her rising smile.

Really now.

Confessing at the drop of a hat, unaware of time and place.

“What program were you talking about just now?” Huo JingShen suddenly asked again.

“Oh.” Su WanWan said, “The school is organizing a welcome party and each department needs to present two items. As a freshman, I must participate.” “What’s your program?”

Su WanWan didn’t think too much and reported honestly, “It’s not clear yet, we have set several skits, we’ll discuss and decide in the afternoon.”

Huo JingShen nodded his head.

Understood.

Since his wife will be participating, it seems that this time he should attend this party as Huo Yuan’s representative.

Soon, the pupils, dressed in tidy school uniforms, queued up and entered the classroom.

The second they walked through the door they all ran around like released bulls, each finding their own mother…

When Fu Ziyang came and sat down beside her, Su WanWan patted his little head, couldn’t resist exclaiming, “Our Ziyang is so classy!”

The other little boys, either too thin or too chubby, their school uniforms all twisted, their posture not good, and they were all scratching their heads and chattering, couldn’t sit still even when they were sitting next to their parents.

Not like Fu Ziyang, although he’s only five years old, he had a serious expression on his little face, which added to his calm and relaxed demeanor that aren’t of his age. Along with his delicate facial features, he was both handsome and cute, clearly standing out from the crowd.

“Ziyang, does your class have a class grass? Who is it?”

She wanted to see who the class grass was.

Definitely not as handsome as Fu Ziyang!

Fu Ziyang pressed his small mouth together and very calmly said, “It’s me.”

Su WanWan:

Huo JingShen:

“Okay, everyone, quiet down.” The teacher’s voice rang through the room.

Su WanWan lifted her head and the classroom fell silent.

“Dear parents, good afternoon. Today is our Wellington Primary School first grade’s first parent-teacher meeting, I see a lot of you parents rushed here from work, thank you for your hard work.”

The applause resonated.

“Actually, we called everyone here today mainly to discuss this semester’s teaching plan. As you all know, we at Wellington focus not only on academic achievements but also on fostering children’s hobbies and…”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m late.” A crisp female voice suddenly rang out..