Chapter 233： You have to learn to get used to failure

He Biyun was so embarrassed by Xiong Mumu that he couldn't get off the stage for a while, his face was blue and white, and he didn't like Xiong Mumu at all. He didn't have any tutoring at all, and he didn't know how Zhao Yingnan taught his son. Fingers can't compare.

"Go to Mu Mu, why are you interrupting when your lord is talking?" Zhao Yingnan scolded falsely.

Xiong Mumu giggled and made a face at Wumei, but he didn't say any more, but his words were very powerful, and it was enough that one sentence could speak up to ten others.

"My family Mumu is this kind of straight-minded, what to say, no bad intentions, Mr. He, don't have the same knowledge as him!" Zhao Yingnan said with a smile.

He Biyun smiled embarrassingly, hated to death in his heart, but he couldn't show the slightest bit, and his back molars were about to shatter.

The villain is mad when he is successful, Yueyue lost his forefoot this time, and let Xiong Mumu lose his luck. Seeing that the tail of this family is almost up in the sky, hum, the first place next month will definitely be her family Yueyue, Xiong Mumu Don't even think about it.

Wu Zhengsi was also full of dissatisfaction, and politely greeted the Xiong family to enter the house. Wu Yue had already washed up and was refreshed. Only her eyes were a little red and swollen. Wu Yue could hear clearly in the room what was happening outside. Not even the taste.

She was jealous that Wu Mei got Zhao Yingnan's magic eye, and she was also angry that Xiong Mumu's villain was successful. Her mood was even more gloomy, and everyone felt like they were laughing at her.

"Uncle Xiong, hello Aunt Zhao." Wu Yue greeted politely.

Zhao Yingnan glanced at her lightly, and was not without pride in his heart. If he couldn't get the first place, he would be dead like that. Humph, how high his tail was before, I only heard He Biyun bragging in school all day long, and now I call it back. Is it the original form?

As long as her family Mumu puts in a little effort, the first place will be effortless. What's the matter with you, Wuyue?

Zhao Yingnan is very pleased with his son's first place this time. Which mother doesn't like his child to take the first place? Parents who say they don't care about their children's grades don't know how much they care. That's not to console yourself!

"Yueyue wants to open up a little bit, don't care too much about the ranking, how can anyone be a general who is always victorious, defeating battles is a common thing in military affairs, we must learn to get used to failure."

Wu Yue's heart stabbed, and she was stuck in her heart with a breath, and forced a smile, which was uglier than crying.

He Biyun hated her teeth even more. Why should she learn to get used to failure? Her family Yueyue is always a victorious general How could she fail?

This Zhao Yingnan is jealous, Chi Guoguo's jealousy!

Wu Mei was relieved to hear it, lowered his head and smiled wanton, Zhao Yingnan's stab was really cool!

She also had to learn a little bit of Zhao Yingnan's art of speaking. When dealing with people like He Biyun and Wu Yue, she had to stab them mercilessly.

Wu Zhengsi didn't have the heart to pay attention to these little things. His focus was on Zhao Yingnan's appearance. After hesitating for a while, he finally said: "It's her blessing that Meimei is loved by Teacher Zhao, and Meimei and Teacher Zhao are long. If it looks like it again, it means that Meimei is related to Teacher Zhao, as long as Meimei has no objection, we as adults will naturally not object."

Zhao Yingnan smiled and looked at Wu Mei. After the ointment was applied to Wu Mei's face, the redness and swelling subsided a lot, and it looked less scary. She nodded slightly, Zhao Yingnan smiled with satisfaction, and looked at Wu Zhengsi again.

"Speaking of which, it's really strange. Teacher Zhao is from Kyoto, but my family is born and raised in Tianjin. How can Meimei look like Teacher Zhao? Teacher Xiong, do you think it's strange?" Wu Zhengsi joked. Eight zero sweet wife