Chapter 989

Song Xiaoya fingers pinched the corner of his clothes, white teeth nibbled his lower lip, wet eyes glared at him, then wryly scolded, "abnormal."

"Pervert?" Mu Junhao is taking a book from the bookcase, sniffing the corner of his mouth.

Song Xiaoya stood by, blushing like a tomato with a broken skin.

"Against You can't be in the study

"Well?" Mu Junhao put his book on the desk. With his long arm, he opened the chair and sat down. "Study is not in the study. Where do you want to go?"

"Ha?" Confused, song Xiaoya looks up at Mu Junhao.

The man is holding a book in his hand, which is written with the words "Introduction to finance".

Song Xiaoya quickly covered her face with her hand. After a long time, she wiped her face and pretended to be calm. "It's nothing. You don't want me to watch you read when you bring me to the study?"

No, it's unscientific that this man should be a junior in finance.

Mu Junhao frowns, grabs a book and knocks it on Song Xiaoya's head.

How on earth did he fall in love with this stupid woman?

"Teaching you finance," he said angrily

Sooner or later, she will be in charge of the family. She needs to know the basic knowledge of finance.

Now start to learn, and it will be much easier to take over in the future.

When song Xiaoya went to school, her worst homework was mathematics. When she saw the numbers, she was dizzy.

She almost wanted to cry, quietly stepped back, "I don't need to, thank you, I went to bed first!"

With that, song Xiaoya goes to the door.

As soon as I got to the door, there was a cold voice behind me, "take another step and have a try!"

“……” Song Xiaoya just holds the door handle and stops.

Hear the man's low voice again spread into the ear, with a little evil spirit, "don't want to learn, we continue to do things in the afternoon."

Song Xiaoya immediately released the door handle, strode back, "I learn! There are many crafts and many jobs. Of course, I will learn such a good thing. "

That's when you, the teacher, don't feel headache. It's OK!

"Come here!" Mu Junhao waved to her.

Song Xiaoya takes a step forward. The man's big palm reaches out and grabs her hand. He pulls her around and presses her on his leg.

His powerful arms surrounded her from both sides of her body, between her chest and desk.

The finger that section bone is distinct opens the first page of the book, begin to pick a key point to explain to her.

There are many professional terms in finance, but song Xiaoya has no foundation in this aspect. In order to understand song Xiaoya, Mu Junhao took a black pen and drew a form on white A4 paper.

"You should remember these professional words first. You can see the difference between these nouns from this form at a glance."

With a wave of his clear-cut fingers, a line of powerful and elegant regular script appeared on the paper.

Song Xiaoya was shocked. She didn't expect that his handwriting was so beautiful that she could become a calligrapher.

She sincerely praised: "Mu Junhao, your handwriting is good, you can be a calligrapher."

Mu Junhao frowned unhappily, his voice coldly scolded: "don't interrupt, study hard."

"Oh Song Xiaoya turned her lips.

Soon a yawn, ear, the man's magnetic sound into a lullaby, eyelid deep sleep in the past.

She had been lying on the desk, Mu Junhao thought she listened seriously, dry mouth.

When he finally realized that something was wrong, he looked slightly restrained. He shook her shoulder, "Xiaoya, are you listening?"

"Xiaoya?"

Song Xiaoya's ruddy little mouth is doodling, and crystal clear saliva flows out of the corner of her mouth.

Small nose because breathing a close, listen carefully, even can hear a slight snore.

Mu Jun was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but finally he was reluctant to wake her up. He had no choice but to pinch his eyebrows. It seems that he was really tired of her last night.

Think of this, the bottom of my heart that angry immediately turned into heartache.

He pulled away the hair from her forehead, lowered his head, gave her a kiss on her forehead, and the corners of his lips began to hook up.

The next morning, the sound of waves outside the window began to beat the shore, and the chirping sound of seagulls began to chirp.

Song Xiaoya opens her eyes in confusion. She looks at a pretty face.

The man breathes evenly and seems to be sleeping.

Song Xiaoya blinked blankly, subconsciously touched her body. Fortunately, she was wearing clothes.

What a close call! I escaped last night!

Song Xiaoya quietly moved a little distance, lifted the quilt to get up.

She went out of the bedroom, went to the next bedroom to wash well, and went to the children's room.

The quilts in the children's room are neatly folded, but song Ruiqi is not in the room.Song Xiaoya was stunned. She closed the door and went downstairs.

As soon as she got to the stairs, her son's cheerful voice came to her ear, "Mommy, you're up! Did you build your brother and sister last night? "

Song Ruiqi's crisp voice immediately filled the whole room.

On hearing this, the servant chuckled and immediately realized that it was disrespectful and apologized.

"I'm sorry, madam. I can't help it."

"Nothing."

Song Xiaoya is so shy that she wants to find a hole in the ground. She doesn't know what the guy said to her son. Why does the son care so much about his younger brother and sister?

Song Xiaoya pretends to be calm and goes over to hold song Ruiqi.

"Ricky, you can't just say that."

"Why?" Song Ruiqi blinks her innocent eyes and looks confused.

"Cough!" Song Xiaoya racked her brains to find an excuse, "because younger brothers and sisters need to be quiet to have, if you always talk about it, younger brothers and sisters will not dare to come."

"Ah Song Ruiqi covered her mouth with her hands, and her head shook like a rattle, "I won't say that! Mommy, my younger brother and sister haven't scared away, have they

Looking at his worried appearance, song Xiaoya couldn't help laughing and asked suspiciously, "son, can you tell mommy why you want your brother and sister so much?"

Song Ruiqi a face wrongly Du mouth, "because small soybeans will soon have a brother and sister, but I have not."

Song Xiaoya heard that she was almost ready to cry, "how can this kind of thing be compared with others?"

Qiao Qiao gave birth to three from two. Now she is still pregnant with the third child. If compared with her, does she have to give birth to four more?

Oh, my God! All she had to think about was a numbness in her scalp!

"Son, don't talk about it later. It's enough for mommy to have one of you!"

"But But I want my brother and sister! Chen Chen's brother, an an an's sister and Lan Xin's sister are very kind to Xiao Huang Dou. I also want a brother and sister to love. They can play with me, so I won't be lonely. "