Shen Zhong chuckled: "whether this discipline is good or not is up to me. If I say it's not good, then Wenqiao has no way to deal with me. Do you think so?"
Uncle Chen laughed: "or Mr. wise, miss is only 18 years old, this year old child was suddenly drawn 600 ml of blood, is certainly not good for the body."
"We coagulate the blood, no one will give, then give some money, send Wenqiao is."
"But But she has Fu Da Shao's support behind her. It's said that Fu Da Shao has no lower limit for her. "
Shen Zhongqing said: "we Shen family and Fu family have no business contact. If Fu family dares to use strong, we will expose this matter."
Uncle Chen nodded: "listen to your husband."
In the afternoon, Wenqiao came again and met Shen Zhong in the hall. Shen Zhong didn't have any expression. He just called out Mr. Wen.
Wenqiao went to talk with him for a little bit, Shen Yan: "has Shen Yan improved recently?"
Shen Zhong deliberately frowned: "I didn't feel it, it was still so skinny."
Wenjo squinted. "What's wrong with him?"
"It's not that when the guests come, they either shoot people with slingshots, or secretly saw the legs of stools, or sprinkle soapy water in the bathroom, which makes people turn upside down."
Wenqiao looked at Shen Zhong with a playful look: "is that right?"
Shen was worried: "Mr. Wen, I can either give you a deadline. Before the end of the summer vacation, if you still can't manage him well, our transaction will be over. What do you say?"
Wen Qiao micro picked an eyebrow: "good."
With that, he turned upstairs, and Shen showed a proud smile.
Very good, can help him discipline his son, the daughter's blood also does not have to give, this just has the best of both worlds.
Wenqiao went upstairs. Shen Yan didn't get up until nine o'clock in the morning. He was sleepy at two o'clock in the afternoon and was taking a nap.
The arm outside the quilt is red. It's a sequela from a day's farm work yesterday. It's almost peeling off.
Wenjo came over with a sunburn ointment and put it on his desk to concentrate on his lessons.
Shen Yan slept until 3:30. When he got up, his arm touched the edge of the bed, which made him gasp with pain.
It's peeling in the sun. It hurts everywhere.
Wenqiao turned and threw a piece of ointment on the bed: "wipe it, it's very effective."
Shen Yan didn't dare to fight against Wenqiao any more. He knew that once he said no, Wenqiao would take back the ointment immediately. On Wenqiao's side, affectation was useless.
He picked up the ointment, unscrewed the lid and squeezed it out a little. It was the color of mint green. He rubbed a little on his arm. Immediately, he felt cool and comfortable. He applied some ointment to both upper arms, which were most seriously exposed to the sun.
When he came to the desk, he saw Wenqiao writing and drawing in his notebook, and said coldly: "what are you doing?"
"Today, there are three options: playing tennis, pulling grass in the field and studying. Which one do you choose?"
Shen Yan finally counseled: "study."
Wenqiao said with a smile: "go wash your face, we'll start now. After learning English today, I'll have a quiz in class. If I don't pass the exam..."
Shen Yan: "what will happen if we don't pass the customs?"
"My grandfather contracted a hundred acres of land, and there was plenty of work."
Shen Yan was so scared that he sat down and said, "let's get started."
Wenjo hooked the corner of her mouth, and she knew that there was no bear child she could not tame.