Chapter 239 The Best Friend

At noon, Fu Yingying sat next to Teacher Yang for dinner, and Chen Miejue was in charge of the forty-nine students in the first class.

Director Wang of Haiyan No. 1 Middle School is an old classmate of Mr. Yang. He met him last year when he held a teaching and research meeting at the Municipal Education Bureau. At that time, his head was bald, with only a few hairs that were better than nothing, and he was fat and looked a little greasy. .

After seeing him again, Director Wang didn't recognize Teacher Yang.

"Pharaoh, the more I call you, the more you walk to the side?" Teacher Yang beckoned, quite proud. This old classmate is thin and has thick hair. When we met before, he would laugh at his baldness and baldness. Belly.

But now he has changed a lot, and he must come to Wang Xinpeng to show off.

Hearing that it was Teacher Yang from the voice, Wang Xinpeng was taken aback, "Old Yang, is it really you? Oh, you still learn to wear a wig when you are young? However, you were bald before, so you should really wear a wig. Oops. , have you lost weight?"

Teacher Yang knew that this person would continue to run on him. Before, he was a little uncomfortable, but now he is in a good mood and said with a smile: "You don't have a belly, you don't have a bald head, but I don't think your eyes are good. I'm so good-looking. The hairstyle and black and beautiful hair, which can be compared with wigs. Look, real hair, huh, you are right, although I did not lose weight, but I did lose weight, lost four pounds, looking young Not a lot, right? Is he much more handsome than you?"

"Hehe, you must be stinky!" Wang Xinpeng looked closer, it really didn't look like a fake hair, and he didn't give up his fingers to tug at it, "Oh, it's true! However, you are thin and long hair, and you don't have me. handsome!"

Teacher Yang glared at Wang Xinpeng, "Hehe, you, your talent is not as good as mine, and your appearance is not as good as mine, or else Chenhong liked me but not you?"

Wang Xinpeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's all about Chen Zhi's rotten millet, but you still come up with it!"

"Hmph, of course I have to say, who made you cause me a lot of trouble in the first place." Teacher Yang laughed and continued to joke with Wang Xinpeng.

Fu Yingying was eating by the side, listening to their conversation, you could tell that their relationship was very close, otherwise they wouldn't make such a joke.

"Tell me, what's the matter with your hair?" Wang Xinpeng asked curiously. Although he didn't lose his hair, her daughter-in-law lost her hair. She had sparse hair and wore a hat or a wig all the year round.

Not only his daughter-in-law lost her hair, but his father-in-law's family seemed to have hereditary hair loss. Even if he has such thick hair, he still can't resist the power of hereditary hair loss on his wife's side. The son and daughter are young, the hairline moves up at a terrifying speed, and the volume of hair gradually decreases, which greatly affects the appearance.

Teacher Yang smiled and said, "I got a good thing, that is, my student's family has a special secret recipe for hair growth. As long as you use it, it will be effective. If you want, you can order it from her house."

Wang Xinpeng was stunned for a moment, looked at Fu Yingying, and had no doubts. First of all, Mr. Yang is not a liar, and Mr. Yang is a living example of baldness, of course he believes it.

"This classmate, how do you sell your family's ointment?" Wang Xinpeng asked, wanting to buy it as soon as possible.

Fu Yingying smiled, "One hundred yuan a bottle, one bottle can be used for a week, generally four bottles are enough; more serious, it is estimated that there are five or six bottles, anyway, Teacher Yang seems to have used six bottle."