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Qiao Mu was stunned for a moment before she smilingly skipped over to the side of the desk and sat down on it. Little White waved his hand in front of Xi Muqiao. "Hehe, Uncle, don't mess around."

The corner of Xi Mubai's lips curled up in a devilish smile. He got up and dragged Qiao Mu from the table to the corner of a wall. He used both hands to support the walls on both sides of Qiao Mu and tightly encircled.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at Qiao Mu's smiling face. With a serious expression, his black eyes focused on her beautiful large eyes. She said word by word, "Student Qiao Mu, I did not cause any trouble with you. The new substitute teacher is your husband."

Qiao Mu looked at his serious face and heard his clear words. Her head exploded with a loud sound and she was instantly stupefied. The smile on her face suddenly collapsed.

She was not stupid. The last time she had skipped a class for a competition, he had been at school. This time, she had come to find Obasan's teacher, and he was in his office.

How could there be such a coincidence?

Now that she thought about it, he just had to come to school at this time of the year, and her thoughts immediately turned bright.

It was no wonder that she hadn't told him why the new teacher was going to fail them. He knew it was because he was skipping class. It was no wonder that she was complaining about the new teacher at home.

So he was that teacher Obasan? No, no, no.

Qiao Mu was horrified. Her face was filled with disbelief as she looked at Xi Muqiao. F * ck, you, a mafia lord, can cover quite a wide area. You're already a part-time teacher.

What can you teach your students? Killing and arson? Jianyin kidnapping?

How could this school be so casual when it came to finding teachers? They've already recruited dangerous people, and if they were to go onto the streets, any random person would be more reliable than this man!

Please, please go back and rest, don't harm these budding flowers!

Xi Muqiao looked at Qiao Mu who was standing blankly at the corner of the wall. He chuckled and said, "What, now you believe that I'm your teacher?"

Qiao Mu looked at him and nodded his head. If he did, then she really would believe. That old bastard Xi Mubai had become her teacher. The anger in her heart reached the top of her head with a whoosh.

The person who was going to fail her class was this old scoundrel! The person who played her around was also this old bastard! If she were to tolerate it any longer, she would look down on herself!

Qiao Mu took off his black-rimmed glasses and threw them to the side. She tightened her face and rolled up her sleeves.

Just as Xi Mubai was about to turn around, Qiao Mu leapt onto his back and wrapped her arm around her neck. She wrapped her legs around his strong waist and scolded angrily, "Old bastard, you have been playing around with me for quite a while and even wanted to pass the entire class. Why don't you hang me up and let me see.

Qiao Mu was afraid of being thrown off by Xi Muqiao, so she used a lot of force on his arm which was wrapped around his neck. Qiao Muqiao was afraid of being thrown off by Xi Muqiao, so he used a lot of force on his arm which was wrapped around his neck.

"Little bastard, are you trying to murder your husband?!"

Qiao Mu rubbed her aching arm and her stubborn temper came up. She raised her little head and tried to argue with him. "Old bastard, who told you to lie to me first? You deserve to be strangled to death!"

Xi Muqiao angrily pulled her small body over and slapped her butt. This little bastard, just who gave her the guts to act so impudent? He was getting bolder and bolder.

He shouted at her with an ashen face, "Am I spoiling you too much? Am I giving you too much face, eh? "

Xi Muqiao did not show any mercy as he slapped Qiao Mu's butt. Although his winter clothes were thick, it still hurt Qiao Mu.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She raised her hand to wipe them away. Her small mouth was tightly pressed into a line as she stubbornly refused to make a sound.

Xi Muqiao was also fuming and hardened his heart to not look at her tear-stained little face. He thought to himself, I must teach her a lesson, it's just that I'm too used to her, just a moment ago I was almost strangled by this little bastard.

Before he could even hear a sound, he raised his head and saw his wife glaring fiercely at him. His face darkened. This little bastard still doesn't know how to repent?

His shiny leather shoes pushed against her butt. "What are you looking at? Get lost and stand in the corner!"

Qiao Mu was also extremely stubborn. She fiercely glared at him before wiping away her tears. She then turned her head and walked towards the corner. Damn you old bastard, just scram. It's not too late for a woman to take revenge. Just you wait!

Facing the wall, she felt extremely wronged. It clearly wasn't her fault. Why did she have to hit her when she was being so fierce? He was the one who hid it from her first, and he was still messing with her.

Was it wrong for her to be angry, eh? Was it wrong!? Anyway, she thought she was right!

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. The more she thought about it, the more the dead man couldn't see her.

She used one hand to pick at the wall, until the tears started to itch on her chin. Then, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears that were running down her cheeks.

Xi Muqiao leaned back on the chair and fidgeted with his tie. His eyes were cold and panicky. He had originally wanted to see Little Rascal and Meimei, but who would have thought that it would turn out like this?

He glanced sideways at Qiao Mu, but with a single glance, he was no longer able to shift his gaze away. His two foot wide shoulders twitched, and he didn't hear Little Rascal's voice. He thought that she was sulking.

He felt a dull pain in his heart. Compared to her silent tears, it was not as loud as her heaven-shaking wails. He could not stand to see her like this.

In front of his wife's tears, he immediately threw his anger to the back of his head. His face looked better as he spoke in a low voice.

"Come here."

Qiao Mu held her head firmly, not moving at all.

Xi Muqiao looked at the stubborn donkey at the corner of the room and rubbed his eyebrows. What a f * cking little bastard. He was putting on an even bigger front than her. He had already given her a way out, but she refused to get down.

He took the pen and tapped it against the table, making a "da da da" sound. He stared at the stubborn figure and spoke in a faint voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"Should I give the second class the examination or not?"

Sure enough, he saw that figure's foot moved. He knew that she had wavered, and in his heart, he was certain that he was struggling. He opened his mouth once again.

"Am I hanging up for the whole class? Or would he hang it up for some other student? Especially those students who are always going against their teachers. They definitely have to hang her up. "

Qiao Mubai bit her lower lip. Of course, she could tell that he was referring to her. She pouted and thought to herself, "Are you hanging up? Professor Lin has already given me full marks, what the hell is the use of you, a half-assed teacher!"

"Professor Lin said that. I will be the one to decide on the results for this round. The results he had previously given can't count."