Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

Teacher Yao picked up her handbag and went out, and Teacher Dai was also going to leave behind her.As soon as he turned around, he saw another man coming in from the door.

The man was very tall, at least 1.8 meters tall, wearing a meticulously ironed white shirt, and the neckline was opened casually.A soft black hair lazily covered his forehead, and a pair of peach blossoming eyes with a light smile.At that moment, Teacher Dai felt that the heart of the young girl who had been sleeping for a long time was hit.

The visitor also saw Teacher Dai in front of him. He thought for two seconds, and a charming smile appeared on his face: "You must be Teacher Card, hello."

"Pooh hahaha!" Liang Minghao laughed more uncontrollably this time, and even Yang Wei couldn't help laughing.

The breeze just outside the window happened to blow in, and Yang Wei's flaxen hair shook gently in the sunlight twice.

The man at the door lost his mind for a moment.

Teacher Dai finally shouted intolerably: "Old Lady Dai!"

Full of silence, Teacher Dai pushed away the man angrily and walked out.Yang Wei coughed and stood up from the seat: "You are Liang Minghao... Dad?"

The corner of the man's mouth evoked a warm arc, and came to her: "I am Hao Hao's uncle, Fang Chengran. His parents went on a business trip abroad, and I will take care of him for the time being."

Liang Minghao glanced up at him without a word.

"Oh, this is the case." Yang Wei nodded thoughtfully, whether it was a pleasant tone, or a seemingly light touch in the tone, it was exactly the same as the sound on the phone just now.She groaned in her heart, and the other party agreed: "Hello, Mr. Fang, my surname is Yang, is the substitute class teacher of the second class of the fifth grade."

"Hello Teacher Yang." Fang Chengran extended his right hand to Yang Wei with a smile, and Yang Wei gave a symbolic grip.

Liang Minghao buried his head and didn’t know what he was thinking. Yang Wei pushed the peach phone on the table. The other party agreed: "School regulations do not allow the phone to be brought into the classroom, but considering that some parents worry about students There were no accidents at school and we could not get in touch, so our implementation was relatively loose. But it does not mean that students can play mobile phones during class time. Although it is only an art class, his attitude towards learning is still not correct."

Fang Chengran nodded, very much in agreement with what she said: "Mr. Yang is right, I will teach him well when I go back."

Yang Wei smiled and looked at him: "Especially the people who chat with him are still discussing very vulgar topics."

Fang Chengran: "..."

He looked down at Liang Minghao and asked seriously: "Who were you chatting with just now?"

Liang Minghao said: "Uncle."

Fang Chengran smiled at him with a knife, raised his head and said to Yang Wei: "It must be his uncle, he is always a serious man."

Yang Wei also whispered: "This time, even if he still plays with his mobile phone in class next time, he will confiscate it and he will not return it to him until the end. In addition, let students bring such a valuable mobile phone to the school. Come, it will be troublesome if you lose it."

"I know, I will only let him use a bar-bar machine in the future, I'm sorry to trouble Teacher Yang." Fang Chengran's smile was more serene than the sunshine outside the window, Liang Minghao pouted and cut in his heart.

"Okay, that's how it is today." Yang Wei looked at the time and it was almost five o'clock. She also wanted to get off work early.

Fang Chengran said goodbye to her, took Liang Minghao two steps outside, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Mr. Yang, ask me if you take the liberty, is your full name Yang Wei?"