Chapter 501

It was already the afternoon of the next day when the snow came back to Repulse Bay from Yuan Duoduo.

As soon as I entered the villa, I saw that my son Lin Nuo's Chinese teacher was disheartened. No need to ask, this Chinese teacher must have been fooled by his son Linnuo!

Snow is very ashamed to say goodbye to the teacher.

I don't know who inherited my son's obstinacy!

When they were in pettemburg, the tutors were usually entertaining, and their sons were able to learn three times and play seven times.

Since returning to Shencheng, the kids have not adapted to this cramming teaching mode, and their resistance has become stronger and stronger.

Had it not been for snow's repeated demands, Hetun would not have thought of finding any tutor for primary 15.

He Tun himself was a big old man, and he didn't expect him to educate him to be polite and polite.

"Kiss Mommy How did you come back? Kiss your son and think of you

Linnuo rushed down from the study upstairs and rushed to Mommy Linxue.

This time, xueluo did not spoil her son Linnuo, but pulled his hands around her waist.

"Linno, stand up for me! Mommy has something to tell you

"What's the matter with Mommy? How can you be so cruel to your own son? "

He's cute and cute. I kept rubbing my little face against the leg of Mommy snow.

"Linno! Why don't you respect your teacher? "

Snow down face asked. In order to solve this problem, xueluo is not without gentleness, but her son Linnuo doesn't listen at all and still goes his own way.

"At the beginning of the day, it's as big as a car cover, and at the middle of the day, it's as big as a bowl. Isn't it small for the far and big for the near?"

"At the beginning of the day, cangcang is cool, and in the middle of the day, it's like exploring soup. Isn't it because the near is hot and the far is cool?"

"Old Confucius can't figure out why I want to learn from him?"

“……”

Xueluo Yusai: this Chinese teacher is really bad at learning something like "Kong Rong rang Li Li" and "Cheng men Li Xue". It's strange that he is interested in learning Confucius and Mencius!

"That's not why you don't respect your teacher! When the teacher comes tomorrow, remember to apologize to the teacher first! "

Before xueluo finished educating his son, there was a cry from Hetun in the gym:

"fifteen, come here, my adoptive father has improved the bow and crossbow for you. You can shoot both arrows at the same time."

"Fifteen is coming!"

“……” The snow is really speechless.

He Tun's short guard, pet drowning, coupled with fierce and ferocious training, xueluo really worried about what his son would look like in the future.

The mood of snow is in a mess.

But the sound of mobile phone makes her feel more confused!

Xueluo stares at the mobile phone number for more than a minute, until the second ring rings.

Vaguely, she seemed to realize who was calling.

Snow closed the door of his room, this just connected the mobile phone. Ferrari's disintegration in her son's mouth is more or less gripping her heart. Maybe the flow is merciless, but the flowers fall After all, it's too cheap!

"Hello, who is it?" Asked the snow in a light voice.

"It's me! Feng Xinglang

The voice of Feng Xinglang came from the mobile phone. It's not as overbearing and arrogant as it used to be, but there's an unspeakable magnetism.

"I don't know!"

Snow directly cut off the phone.

Angry with that bastard man? Well, I'm naive again!

Do you know why that man called this phone call, and you still play this kind of mental game with him?

But listen to a man's voice, should still be alive; there is no sign of death.

Enough! Isn't it?

The phone rings again! But also insisted on a ring again, continue to ring, enduring ring!

Xueluo connected the phone again and yelled: "Feng Xinglang, what are you going to do? Please don't disturb me any more! "

"Don't hang up!"

The man's voice is close to the low-profile words of supplication, which makes the fire of snow fall disappear most of the time.

"Wife, thank you for giving birth to my son Linnuo. I saw him, very handsome Like me

Man's voice, like infected with magic in general, let snow listen, listen to reluctant to cut off.

"Wife? Hehe, Feng Xinglang, whose wife do you call

Xue Luo sneered, "sorry! I, Lin xueluo, have long been your wife! no I, Lin xueluo, have never been your wife! Don't you scream

"And! My son Linnuo has nothing to do with you! He's mine! I'm alone! Do you understand? "

Even xueluo himself did not expect that his anger would be so strong!

She thought that after five years, she had already put down her resentment with Feng Xinglang! But did not expect to face again, or so can not let go."Wife, you've worked hard!"

Feng Xinglang's next sentence directly made Xue run to tears.

"Feng Xinglang, get the hell out of you! Are you hypocritical? How can you have the face to say that? "

"Take LAN you and live with your daughter! You son of a bitch

The snow fell and choked. The abuse of Feng Xinglang became more and more ugly.

But Feng Xinglang has been listening to the release of snow. From her every word, I can feel the grievance and pain she has suffered over the years.

After scolding enough, xueluo hung up the phone.

Then I sat down on the table, and there was no movement for a long time. Thoughts like being pulled away from the same, recall to the past.

Have to say, this man for his children, also really enough to be humble! You call her wife?

What does Lin Xue fall into his mind?

It's ironic to think about it!

Since the day he married into Feng's family, has Feng Xinglang ever looked her in the eye?

Trial again and again, cheat again and again, insult again and again

Knowing that he gave birth to his child safely, he shamelessly changed his name to his wife?

What have you been doing?

Think about it and feel angry!

What a face!

"Mommy Kiss Mommy My son is back! "

It is estimated that mummy Lin Xue's anger is almost gone, and the little guy comes in with a plate of mummy's favorite potato cakes licking his face.

"Just out of the oven of small potato cake, kiss Mommy taste it."

The cute little guy raises the plate to Mommy's snow.

Some absent-minded snow quickly wipe the tears on his cheek, take a small potato cake into his mouth, trying to hide his emotions.

"Kiss Mommy, are you crying? Don't worry. If your son knows that he is wrong, he will apologize to the teacher tomorrow! "

As soon as the little guy's confession was finished, the cell phone rang.

"Don't answer!"

The snow let out a sharp rebuke.

But it's still a little late. The little guy has picked up his cell phone and scratched the answer button