The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Wei Yang had already driven the car to the door. Wei Ze saw his son's car and walked over quickly. Then he ignored his son and took his precious grandson to look at it.

"Why are you wearing so little? It's so cold, but I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

"No, I haven't even had time to put on my coat yet. I came here wearing a down jacket, and Brother Ji Xuan has it in his hand." An Chen pointed at it, and there was indeed no vaginal discharge in the down jacket.

"And you two brats, why are you wearing so little? None of you are obedient. What should you do if you catch a cold?"

After looking at the down jackets, Wei Ze turned his attention to Ji Xuan and Ling Han. In fact, the thickness of the down jackets they wore was okay, but in Wei Ze's opinion, they were still thin.

"Dad, I sent someone to you. I'll go home and send the luggage back first." Wei Yang was already regarded as a transparent person and could only speak on his own initiative.

"Go, go, you're of no use here. Come on, I'll take Chenchen to the rehearsal hall." After Wei Ze said that, he took An Chen to the school, leaving only the back of Wei Yang's head.

"Uncle, bye." An Chen turned around and said goodbye, and then was pulled away by Wei Ze.

"Old dean, you finally got the person you were waiting for. Whose boy is this? He's all handsome." The old security guard at the door was talking to Wei Ze.

"How about my grandson? The three eldest grandsons, you are envious." Wei Ze's face was full of pride. He had never felt that his status as dean was nothing, but the juniors were worthy of his pride.

"Your boy is not married, so you know how to bluff me."

"I'm not kidding you. He's my grandson, and he's closer than his own."

After Wei Ze said this, the old security guard also knew about it, but he was also full of envy. He had no children, but he still had a wife who worked as a security guard here. The students called him grandpa when they came and went, and he was content. .

"I took them in. It was too cold. They were wearing too little. They would catch cold easily in a while, and none of them were obedient."

Wei Ze tightened the collar of An Chen's clothes, then checked whether Ji Xuan and Ling Han had tightened the zippers, and then led them towards the rehearsal hall. He also made a phone call in the middle to find someone to organize it. Rehearsal hall selection.

"Chenchen, when did you dye your hair?" Wei Ze asked about An Chen's blue hair.

"I dyed it a few days ago. I need it for taking photos. How about it?"

"It's good-looking. We, Chenchen, look good no matter what we look like." Wei Ze's eyes had a filter.

"I thought you didn't like me dyeing my hair."

"Grandpa is not pedantic. We are in this age. There is nothing wrong with dyeing your hair, but you should dye it less. It is not good for your health."

"Okay, remember." An Chen hugged Wei Ze's arm, followed by Ji Xuan and Ling Han. The four of them walked on the road and got a very high rate of turning heads.

Some students greeted Wei Ze, then glanced at An Chen, and then froze, as if they were questioning their own eyes.

After Wei Ze took An Chen and the others into the rehearsal hall, the news that An Chen went to the rehearsal hall with the dean spread in the college.

"Really? Did you see clearly?"

"It's An Chen, it must be!"

"Hey, did you know? An Chen came to our school, and he was with the dean!"

Such words are easily heard in today's music conservatories.

In modern society, the Internet is developed, and information spreads very quickly. The scope of communication starts from the Conservatory of Music, spreads to other colleges, and then reaches the Internet.

While the information was spreading everywhere, the four Anchens were waiting for the students to arrive in the rehearsal hall. Their task today was to select the final performers.