Chapter 831: Immortals Fight

Jun Shiling walked over to Xiaobao, and the parents were forced to disperse under the pressure of Jun Shiling, but they couldn't stop winking at their children,

"Hello uncle." The little girls turned to say hello to Jun Shiling obediently.

Jun Shiling was a little bit cold when dealing with children, he nodded, and then pulled Little Treasure out,

"Dad, let's go," Xiaobao felt that those people looked at him the same way he looked at Big White Rabbit Toffee, weird.

Seeing Jun Shiling and Xiaobao disappearing at the door of the conference hall, everyone had an idea in their hearts.

Jun Shiling's precious son is in this kindergarten, are you afraid that you won't have the chance to meet him in the future?

There are even girls in some families who have already considered planning a childhood sweetheart route for their children.

"Dad, have they fallen in love with you?" Xiaobao took Jun Shiling's hand and trotted to keep up with him.

Jun Shiling glanced at Little Treasure with short legs and slowed down his walking speed.

"Dad, I heard from Aunt An Rao that some bad aunties want to use my curve to save the country. In fact, the goal is to marry you, Dad. Do you think I did a good job today? I didn't even pay attention to them." Xiaobao said With his proud chest raised, he raised his head to ask for praise from Jun Shiling,

There was helplessness flashing in Jun Shiling's eyes, they were looking at Jun Yin, the future heir of the Jun family, but he was not ready to let Xiaobao touch this too early, "Well done, next time another woman approaches you And ignore them."

"Okay!" Xiaobao nodded, "Dad, can I have a candy for a while?"

"No," Jun Shiling ruthlessly refused,

Xiaobao's happiness disappeared.

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Qing University, Xia Wanyuan went to the classroom as usual, and as soon as he entered, he saw Yu Qian and An Lin sitting in the back row of the classroom,

Today's An Lin is already a famous brand in and out. Although she still likes to wear pure and light makeup, the sense of money piled up by the famous brand clothes and bags is very obvious.

Halfway through the conversation between An Lin and Yu Qian, Yu Qian suddenly turned her head to the front. An Lin looked up, and sure enough it was Xia Wanyuan.

She felt a little inexplicable in her heart. Sometimes she felt that Wei Zimu liked her very much, otherwise why would she give her such expensive RV jewelry, but sometimes, she felt that there was no sense of authenticity.

Just like now, every time she and Wei Zimu came to Xia Wanyuan's class, Wei Zimu was extremely serious. No matter what she said to him next to her, Wei Zimu would ignore her quiet lecture.

"Senior, I," An Lin stretched out her hand, wanting to pull Yuqian's sleeve, Yuqian reached out to get the book, making An Lin's movements in vain.

"Xuemei, class is over, listen carefully." Yu Qian smiled at An Lin with a gentle smile, and An Lin began to feel that she was thinking too much again.

She wanted to say something else, but Yu Qian had already started to look at the podium seriously, obviously with a very gentle profile, but An Lin felt a bit of coolness rising from the bottom of her heart.

"Okay, do you have any questions about the explanation I just gave? There are only ten minutes left. If you have any questions, you can ask them." Xia Wanyuan reserved some time for the students to ask questions.

Yu Qian raised his hand first, and Xia Wanyuan just regarded him as a normal student and directly called him up,

"I think there is another explanation for the image of the red plum that Professor Xia just said."

In response to Yuqian's question, Xia Wanyuan also cited scriptures and found evidence from various poems and articles.

The students in the classroom just stared blankly at their masters, the gods fighting,

An Lin watched Yu Qian look at Xia Wanyuan and said so happily, and wrinkled her skirt angrily.

Xia Wanyuan is really too competitive. She is so young and beautiful, she is a professor of Qing University, and she can sing and dance well. No man will refuse such a woman.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of brand-name bags on the table, An Lin's eyes flashed with jealousy. No matter how good Xia Wanyuan was, the young lady of the Wei family must be her An Lin.