Chapter 118： Junhao, this time is the number one again (2/2)

As soon as Feng Junhao sat down, Feng Wenshu couldn't wait to ask, ”The second monthly exam for the third year of high school is over. I just received your teacher's message to let me participate in the parent meeting. Junhao, how did you do this time? How?”

A few people here are all aware that Feng Wenshu didn't get any benefit in the conversation just now, so now we have to use Feng Junhao's achievements to show off.

Feng Le’an’s son is a second-generation ancestor. He angered Feng Zhiyi before and was sent directly to a high school in a neighboring city to ask him to calm down and return.

Feng Lean only had such a son. He was worried about his son's bad life there, but he didn't dare to disobey Feng Zhiyi's orders. He could only go to the neighboring city to visit his son. Home.

Feng Qiongfang has been married and naturally lives in her husband’s house.

Although the other party is just a door-to-door son-in-law who is no bigger than Feng’s family, Feng Zhiyi deliberately bought a real estate for their couple in a luxurious area in City A.

They live there now, but they will come here from time to time, in fact, to brush up on their presence in front of Feng Zhiyi.

Because Feng Qiongfang gave birth to a daughter, like her, there is no possibility of inheriting the entire Feng family, only some properties.

So Feng Qiongfang could only work hard to bring her husband and daughter to win Feng Zhiyi's eyes, lest his father forget them in a corner, and finally there is nothing.

But what Feng Wenshu didn't know was that this monthly exam was a big blow to Feng Junhao.

He was squeezed from the number one position, and he still used full marks to slap him in the face.

At this moment, Feng Wenshu is still urging, ”Junhao, why are you not talking? Don't be embarrassed, there is nothing to say about taking the first place again.”

Feng Wenshu's eyes swept over a few people, his face still a little triumphant.

is about to start the map of Kaifeng's home slowly, I had already written a thousand words, but I felt it was not good, so I deleted it and rewritten it.

cried, bald.

Seeing my bald head and touching my chest, are you willing to vote for me?

(End of this chapter)