"What about Xiaotian?"

"Xiao Tian is in the study."

"I'll see him." Ye Fei walked directly to the study.

When ye Fei pushes the door open, ye Xiaotian, wearing a pair of navy blue striped trousers and a small white shirt, sits in front of the table staring at a pile of disorderly blocks.

Ye Fei's footstep did not let him return to God, Xu is already used to Ye Xiaotian's reaction.

Ye Fei did not open her mouth to disturb her, but took a pencil to sit on the side, looking at the printed document in her hand, carefully marked what.

Half an hour later, ye Xiaotian finally turned her head and stretched her neck. She poked her head out of her arm, staring at a pile of documents in front of her. Then she turned her head and tilted her head to look at Ye Fei.

Ye Fei smiles and kisses his white and tender face. She puts down her pen and holds him in her arms. She says, "Xiaotian, would you please fill in a questionnaire for your mother? She has marked all the words you don't know in pinyin. If you have any words you don't know, ask your mother."

Hearing Ye Fei open her mouth, ye Xiaotian, sitting in her arms, picked up a pencil. Her small hand was holding a pile of questionnaires that she couldn't hold. She looked at it carefully.

Ye Fei looked at Ye Xiaotian with a serious face. Suddenly, she worried about whether these problems would be too difficult. She hesitated and said, "Xiaotian Or... "

Ye Fei's words have not finished, ye Xiaotian has picked up the pencil, tick on the check mark.

In just a few minutes, ye Xiaotian neatly checked the answer, pushed the document to Ye Fei's face, and then dragged his chin, staring at the block on the table, and occasionally reached out to move it twice.

Ye Fei looked at the questionnaire and couldn't help but say, "Xiaotian, why do you think talent is more important than diligence?"

Ye Xiaotian opened his mouth with a soft voice and spoke slowly: "a diligent fool, or a fool."

Well

Ye Fei did not know how to retort for a while, and then turned down: "do you think for a woman, is the face important or the figure important?"

Ye Xiaotian directly checked out the answer and wrote a crooked "chest" at the back!

The corner of Ye Fei's eye is some to draw, looking at a face in front of serious son, can't help but again open a way: "small day You Why do you think chest is more important

"Soft." Ye Xiaotian turns his head and looks at Ye Fei with a naive face.

"Er..."

For his clear eyes, ye Fei thought, er, he must feel soft things are more comfortable, this is also right

"What kind of woman do you like?"

Ye Fei looks at the four options that have been crossed out, then frowns and looks at the palm beside the question. She doesn't understand what this means: "Xiaotian..."

Ye Fei's words haven't been uttered yet. Just after reading the question, ye Xiaotian has already slipped down from ye Fei's legs. She runs out of the room with two short legs and doesn't return, leaving her with a twisted little butt!

What do you mean by a hand?

A palm?

What does this mean

Ye Fei puts down the document and ponders it over and over again? Palm?

After thinking about it for a long time, ye Fei didn't figure out what her son meant. She looked at other problems and sorted them out. She planned to take them to the school tomorrow. After all, the gene is here. Ye Xiaotian is also a kind of Su Mohan.