In an ordinary high school in Mianyang City, a teenager was standing sadly in the Moral Education Department.My name is Fang Xiaoyu. I am 16 years old and 1.67 meters tall. I am a sophomore in high school. At this time, I scolded the director of the Moral Education Department who was sitting in my heart for 800 times. I just smoked a cigarette in the toilet, and asked my mother to take me home to reflect on it for a day. I looked desperate. If I want to tell who I love the most and fear the most in my life, I must be my mother and the angry mother.After a while, a woman pushed the door open and came in. I turned around and saw that the woman was wearing a black professional suit and a knee-length skirt. She had a plump and slender figure, her breasts were plump and huge, and she had a slender waist and fat buttocks. Under the skirt were two long legs in flesh-colored stockings, with black high heels, her feet were wearing thin black lips, her eyebrows were dark, her hair was coiled back, her eyes were deep and sharp, her temperament and appearance coexisting. You could tell at a glance that she was a big beauty.