Chapter 239: The best friend

　　 At noon, Fu Yingying was sitting next to Teacher Yang for a meal, and Chen Jijie was in charge of the 49 students in the class.

Director Wang of Haiyan No. 1 Middle School is an old classmate of Teacher Yang. He was seen last year when he held a teaching and research seminar at the Municipal Education Bureau. At that time, there were only a few hairs that were better than nothing. He was fat and looked a little greasy. .

　　 After seeing him again, Director Wang did not recognize Teacher Yang.

"Pharaoh, why the more you call you, the more you go to the side?" Teacher Yang waved, quite proud. This old classmate, thin and thick, would laugh at his bald head and Belly.

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

Hearing that it was Teacher Yang from the voice, Wang Xinpeng was taken aback, "Lao Yang, is it really you? Oh, do you still learn to wear a wig? However, you used to be bald, so you should wear a wig. Oops. , Have you lost weight?"

Teacher Yang knew that this person would continue to run against him. He was a little uncomfortable before, but now he is in a good mood, and he smiled openly and said: "You don't have a belly, you are not bald, but I don't think your eyes are good. I'm so good-looking. A wig can compare with her hairstyle and beautiful black hair. Look, real hair, haha, you’re right, although I didn’t lose weight, I did lose weight. I lost four pounds and looked young. Quite a lot? Isn't it much more handsome than you?"

"Hehe, you are so stinky!" Wang Xinpeng looked closer. It did not look like a wig, and he did not give up his fingers and tugged, "Oh, that's true! But, you are thinner and have long hair without me. handsome!"

　　 Teacher Yang glared at Wang Xinpeng, "Hehe, you, my talent is not as good as me, and my appearance is not as good as me, otherwise Chenhong looked at me and didn't look at you?"

　　Wang Xinpeng couldn't laugh or cry, "It's all about sesame seeds and rotten grains, you actually come out and say it!"

　　 "Huh, of course, who made you trouble me a lot in the first place." Teacher Yang laughed and continued to laugh with Wang Xinpeng.

　　 Fu Yingying was eating by the side, listening to their conversation, you could hear 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 doesn't lose her hair, her daughter-in-law is losing her hair. She wears a hat or a wig all the time.

　　 It's not only his wife who lost her hair, but his husband seems to have hereditary hair loss at home. Even though he has such thick hair, he still can't resist the power of hereditary hair loss on his side. His son and daughter are young, their hairline moves up at a terrifying speed, and their hair volume gradually decreases, which greatly affects his appearance.

　　 Teacher Yang laughed and said: "I got a good thing, that is, my student's home has a secret recipe for hair growth. As long as you use it, it will work. If you want, you can order it from her home."

　　Wang Xinpeng was taken aback and looked at Fu Yingying without any doubt. First of all, Teacher Yang is not a liar, and there is a living example of Teacher Yang who is bald, and he certainly believes it.

　　 "This classmate, how do you sell your 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 one week, generally four bottles are almost enough; more serious, I guess there are five or six bottles, anyway, Mr. Yang seems to have used six. bottle."