When he heard that it was Principal Feng’s grandson, Fang Hanjin’s face suddenly slowed down, “It turned out to be Principal Feng’s grandson!”

Feng Hao nodded: "Hello uncle."

"Oh, I was a little anxious just now, and my tone was a little rushing. Don't take it seriously." Fang Hanjin carefully used the words: "But, when reviewing, you should still be careful. You are still young. Just like just now, tutoring is tutoring, and tutoring is tutoring, what's the matter with fighting? Others will misunderstand when they see it, right?"

Feng Hao explained: "Uncle, you said that it was really too much just now. Xinghe insisted on looking at the standard answer. I was afraid that she would be dependent and didn't want her to see it. So the trouble started. We will pay attention in the future. Please rest assured uncle."

"Have you been admitted to Jinghua?" Fang Hanjin was still a little surprised. He was worthy of Principal Feng's child and was actually admitted to Jinghua.

Feng Hao nodded: "Yes uncle."

"Not bad, very good." Fang Hanjin nodded, and then said to Fang Xinghe: "You have been starting school for two months and haven't been back. I'll come to see you." He reached out and took out his wallet and took out a few hundred yuan from it. "This is your living expenses for the next month."

"Thank you dad." Fang Xinghe reached out and took it.

Hilda suddenly said next to her: "Hey, Xinghe, you borrowed me three hundred yuan in living expenses last month. Are you rich to pay me back now?"

Fang Xinghe reached out and took three hundred yuan out of a few hundred yuan and handed it to Hilda: "Thank you for lending me money."

Fang Hanjin was stunned, "I asked Tingting to bring you living expenses, but she didn't give it to you?"

“Give it.”

Fang Hanjin wanted to say why it wasn’t enough to give it? Where did the money be spent? His eyes fell on a bag of snacks on Fang Xinghe’s table. Did he buy snacks?

Hilda immediately said, "Uncle, you really don't understand art classes. I am a music student. I usually have to go out for a dance class training. The training fee is 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a year. I plan to take the art school in the future. Xinghe studies art, and it costs a lot of money to learn art paper, paint, etc., regardless of pencils and erasers. Living expenses for a few hundred yuan a month is enough, but if you buy extra painting tools, it is not enough. It will definitely not be comparable to cultural students."

Feng Hao suddenly reached out and picked up the snack bag and said enthusiastically: "Uncle, this is what I brought from home. Have you eaten breakfast? Do you want to give me something?"

"Ah? No, no, no..." Fang Hanjin waved his hand quickly, but he still didn't know that art students spent too much money.

In fact, the Fang family is really rich. How could the person who can afford to live in that villa is missing that little money? But Fang Xinghe spent more money than others, which made him feel unhappy. Why didn’t others spend more money, but she spent more money? If he had good grades, he would be admitted to Jinghua like Feng Hao. How much money would he have to save?

He glanced at Fang Xinghe and made up for her a thousand dollars in front of his classmates, "You are still young now, so you can save some money. Your brother didn't spend much money at school at the beginning."

"I know, dad." Fang Xinghe still smiled.

"If nothing happens, you can learn first. I'll just pass by and come and see you." Because of Hilda's interruption, Fang Hanjin's anger went halfway, and Feng Hao's identity made him relieve the remaining half of his anger.

Fang Xinghe stood on the table and jumped off the window, "Dad, I'll give you a gift."

Fang Hanjin glanced at her, and Fang Xinghe asked naturally: "Do you park your car at the school gate? I'll take you to the door."

Hilda waved her hand in the window: "Go and go."

When I passed by the repetition class, the people in the repetition class looked over. After going downstairs, there was no one around Fang Xinghe, "Dad, if you have anything to do in the future, just ask me directly, yes, no, no. I know that you are doing business in Haizhou, and attach great importance to face issues. Because of this, you have to talk about things even more. Look, just now, there was nothing wrong, and when you get angry, the people around you will think that Feng Hao is really a bit like something. To be honest, if you have a clear conscience, I don't care, but what should you do with your face? What if someone says that the parents of this family don't take good care of their children and say that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked? It's not you who are wronged? So, if you really want to see something in the future, ask me first, and there is no need to hide it between the father and daughter."

Fang Hanjin felt a little regretful about what he said, and felt that he had just been impulsive.

Fang Xinghe continued: "Although I didn't grow up with you when I was a child, I remember that when I was a child, my grandma often asked my father where he was. Others had fathers, but I didn't. He was often called wild children at school. My grandma always told me that my father was a big dealer and had to be busy making money to support the family, so he couldn't see me. I especially hope that I could get along with you naturally like my sister Tingting. But I also knew that my identity was awkward, and when others asked, it was hard for you to answer. I didn't go home.

I am good to you and Aunt Meng, but I still miss you very much. After all, I am really close to you in my heart, but this is a bit too numb to say, and I feel embarrassed to say it. I said so much to my dad today, just hope that my dad can trust me. I know that I am older and there is a difference between men and women. But at this stage, my main task is to study. I hope that I will be as good as Tingting, but with my own ability, I cannot achieve it in a short time. It is also an unexpected surprise to invite Feng Hao to help us make up for the lessons. I hope that my dad can trust me in the future."

Fang Hanjin was shocked by what she said. He had never felt that he did not understand this daughter who suddenly arrived. He unexpectedly found that this child was more sensible than he knew. He seemed to understand why Principal Feng praised her.

For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. He thought to himself that he was too anxious, so he didn't care about it and shouted. He regretted it very much at this moment. When he arrived in front of the car, he said, "I am impatient and will be loud. Don't take it to my heart, I will pay attention in the future. Anyway, you should pay attention to it. You are too busy with your senior year. If you don't have time to go back, you will wait for school to study. Dad will come to see you if you have time."

After watching Fang Hanjin's car disappear, the smile on Fang Xinghe's face slowly faded.

...

In the classroom, Hilda was sitting opposite Fang Xinghe, holding an English book in her hand and talking to Feng Hao: "You just need to learn English, why do you still need to learn grammar? My grandmother speaks English to me every day. I speak very well, but I just don't know grammar. Who dares to say that I'm not good at English?"

Fang Xinghe crawled in through the window, "I agree!"

Fang Xinghe learned his oral language from Cao Yi. When Cao Yi first knew how to speak, he often used English to tease her, so Fang Xinghe's English spoken language was much better than the written English test, but his pronunciation was not as good as Hilda's standard.

Feng Hao looked at them speechlessly: "The teacher dares to say that you are not good at English. In the exam-oriented era, if you have poor written tests, no matter how good your speaking is, you will not be able to speak well."

Seeing Fang Xinghe come back, Hilda returns the three hundred yuan to her, "It's not easy to cheat your dad on three hundred yuan. My dad gives me one thousand two a month. He gives you five hundred and thought he's enough."

Fang Xinghe tacitly clapped Hilda, "Thank you."

Feng Hao looked at them speechlessly: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Art students are very expensive." Fang Xinghe said: "He asked everyone that. What are they afraid of?"

Because of Fang Hanjin's noisy, the atmosphere of learning suddenly dispersed. Feng Hao asked, "Are you still going to make up?"

Fang Xinghe leaned his head on the book on the table behind, "I don't want to make up for it." After a while, she "cut" and said, "It's probably because there is a small trumpet in his ear, "Bombo"? Why did the school suddenly sound and look at me? She looks like she is catching a villain..."

Feng Hao turned his head: "?"

Fang Xinghe realized what he had just said and quickly explained: "I mean my dad thought I was doing with you, and he chose the time to come."

Feng Hao asked: "What do I have with you?"

"I mean my dad thought I had something with you, not that I had something with you! Our teacher kept saying that he would not be allowed to fall in love early, and I would not fall in love early with you."

Feng Hao snorted coldly: "It seems like I want to fall in love with you early."

Hilda: "The state stipulates that the first first love in a student cannot be successful."

Feng Hao was shocked: "What the hell?"

"Really? Do those who have successfully fallen in love for the first time have to break up?" Fang Xinghe was curious.

Hilda shrugged, with a look of God knowing.

Feng Hao thought about it and shook his head: "It's impossible, a lie." He glanced at Fang Xinghe and emphasized: "It must be a lie, don't believe it."

"I think this regulation is pretty good," said Fang Xinghe. "This will kill a large number of hateful campus love, and single dogs will not be abused."

Feng Hao glared at her: "What's your intention?"

"Originally, our main task for coming to the school is to study, and falling in love is an anti-school rule." Fang Xinghe reached out to take an energy bar, but was slapped by Feng Hao, "No food!"

"Didn't you say that the principal asked you to bring me this letter?"

"But I don't want to give it to you now."

Fang Xinghe glared: "Why?"

Hilda looked at Fang Xinghe and saw Feng Hao with a tense face and not speaking. It was so pitiful!
Chapter completed!