Chapter 139

Ye Susu sat cross legged on the bed.

After studying the task, I feel a little lonely.

When he is old, he is looking for his good friend instead of Mommy.

But it's also normal. When kittens grow up, they always go to new places to open up their territory, take in their younger brothers, and become the leader of Elvis Presley.

It's not promising to be with mommy all the time.

Ye Susu sighed, scratching his head, "let's let Ms. song like cat Mint first."

But just after summing up what to do, the sound of slippers outside approached again.

"Susu, are ye Xun's slippers in your room? The child came out without shoes

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Song Yiran appears at the door. Beside her is Ye Xun, a little boy with a small face.

He was pulling the corner of her dress, a helpless little figure who wanted to stop but didn't know what to do.

Ye Susu holds the wrapping paper of keaido in her hand, hides it behind her for a while, and uses her left hand to pick up the slippers of the baby under the bed.

"Ah, here it is."

Song Yiran took it and put it on the ground to let Ye Xun put it on.

Just about to speak, she looked at Ye Susu.

"Milk froth on the corner of your mouth?"

Ye Susu reached out and touched it.

Ice cream dregs

"Cough."

Song Yiran looks at her, and then at xiaoyexun, who is in a hurry. Finally, he drops his eyes to the window beside the bed.

There was a slit in the window, which was not closed tightly.

Ye Susu's heart is in her throat.

But song Yiran had led Ye Xun around, as if he didn't see any abnormality at all.

Ye Susu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Xun, who came out of the room, also gasped.

The holidays go by quickly.

At least in Ye Susu's opinion.

In Ms. song's hometown, the air is fresher than the city, and even the meat quality of the food is much better.

She felt that she had fallen into the rice bowl, and every day was very interesting.

In addition to several times of apprehension later, for example, since xiaobaigou entered the next room, he repeatedly wanted to try again and lingered at the door of the next room.

This directly led to song Yiran looking at the next door, the frequency is higher and higher.

Every time ye Susu was very nervous, and ye Xun quickly took xiaobaigouzi back and taught him that he could not pass.

But he took advantage of song Yiran's inattention, sneaked close to the door of the next room again and again, put his little hand on it, as if he was with his uncle.

Ye Xun kept this action from Ye Su.

She once peeked in the kitchen.

I really miss my father.

However, this father can't see the light for the time being.

He was also spurned by Ms. song.

Ye Susu looks at the task that makes song Yiran change. Some of them don't know how to do it. They are also melancholy.

"Ms. song, the people from meow restaurant will arrive tomorrow. I ordered the ingredients. Cough, Evergrande sent the dishes, but I paid for them."

Ye Susu said and put the knife down.

Song Yiran is tossing about the fish in her hand. Her daughter loves fish now. If she doesn't eat it every day, she has to worry about it. Now she buys fish every day and makes them for her.

But when she heard the word Evergrande, she stopped washing the fish.

"Well. I've also used that software. Two years ago, there was a heavy snowfall, so I called out "deliver vegetables home."

Song Yiran has a calm expression.

"Not bad, convenient."

Ye Susu blinked.

Is Ms. song praising each other?

Ye Susu hesitated, but when she looked out of the window, she saw some lonely figures outside. She thought of the snowman and the father and son's version of the snowman made by the little ones in those two days, because they both had dimples.

She sighed slightly and pasted a note to Ms. song with a guilty heart.

"Well, this dish may be made by my father."

Song Yiran didn't move her eyelids.

Ye Susu's heart thumped, but he gritted his teeth and said.

"Although he was not quite right at that time, I have to admit that he has a good brain and can do things fairly well."

"Food delivery is not expensive, and the quality is good. It solves the problem that many old people, children and lazy people don't want to go out."

When song Yiran heard this, his eyelids moved.

Ye Susu has good eyesight. When she saw it, she fell back three or four steps.

She was afraid that Ms. song was still angry, so she asked for a fight.

But song Yiran glanced at her, turned off the tap to wash the fish, and put the fish on the chopping board.

Ye Susu panics and is about to speak, but she hears Ms. song again.

"Indeed, the first time I used it, I got a coupon. That day, the fish was half cheaper than usual, and the food was fresh. "Ye Su Su snored, with a little bit of courage on her face.

"Right? I haven't felt it before, but now I find that ye Xun's head looks like his father. "

"Mom, did he learn all the math you taught him in grade one these days? It's not difficult for me to listen to Zizai. He can remember it after listening to it once, and it's not hard to do the questions. He seems to have the answer all at once. "

Song Yiran gave her a heavy slant this time.

"Grandson, it's mine."

Ye Susu It's, it's. "

"Generation after generation," Song Yiran took up the knife and flushed the water, but his face was not very good-looking. "Your IQ follows your father, you don't like to use your brain, but your hands-on ability is OK. Ye Xun follows me."

Ye Susu laughs awkwardly.

Mortals are complicated.

Is this something to fight for?

"No wonder, I wonder. I have a headache when I see math problems. How can you be so powerful? It's no problem to learn three lessons a day. It turns out that it's inherited from the math teacher's mind. "

She looked at Ms. song's face and quickly went back to fill it.

"Maybe, when he was in his mother's stomach, he peeked at the handout you gave to the students. Not to mention primary school, he may have known the answer in advance in junior high school mathematics. "

Song Yiran finally can't help but slap on her.

"Nonsense what?"

But hit back to hit, her old face has become a flower, it is obvious that ye Susu this flattery to shoot.

"Junior high school is still a little early."

Song Yiran began to think about the feasibility of flattery.

"I thought that next year or the year after that, maybe I could really learn the content of the fifth grade of primary school. Then there is the content of the preparatory class. "

"But it's not urgent. If children want them to play more, they can do things at what age. When they are in primary school, they are afraid that they have no time to study?"

Song Yiran is proud when he speaks.

It can be seen that ye Xun's intelligence was obvious to her at that time, but recently, with the teaching of this child's textbook content, she felt more deeply.

And the more she felt it, the more proud she was of the child and the older she was.

After all, her daughter's inability to study has always been a pity for her old teacher.

In her life, she has taught many students, but it's her turn to take exams.

When song Yiran talked about education, he got excited.

She retired a long time ago and has resigned this time.

Now full of enthusiasm for education, can only be used behind closed doors on children at home.

"His Chinese is also OK. When I tell him a story, he can retell it. When I read the story book, I still remember the content."

Song Yiran knocked the knife on the fish's head with emotion. "Originally, I thought that the child would be promoted to primary school. Now that the child has to take an exam, I want to make up the lessons for him. When there is a chance, I will go to a better primary school.

Now it seems that the child has no problem. He can definitely pass the primary school entrance examination. "

She did not say this, ye Susu also observed it.

Recently, song Yiran studied harder than herself. She not only borrowed math textbooks, but also borrowed Chinese and English textbooks from her colleagues. She came back to speak to Ye Xun.

It turned out to be the entrance examination for children to primary schools.

"Su Su, you have to be competitive. I checked it on the Internet. Some of them have to interview their parents, and their parents have to do papers."

When song Yiran said that, he was a little serious.

"Child no problem, don't come to you here to drop the chain, you take advantage of no work, their own Internet to find topics, more study, what textbooks, I'll lend you."

"Ah? I'm going to have an exam, too? "

Ye Susu was shocked.

Before she knew it, she was misled by song Yiran.

The small face is directly whitewashed.

"I can't, I can't."

She just wants to tear it when she reads a book, which is a hundred years' habit brought by her heart.

It's hard for her to learn.

Song Yiran cuts off the fish's head with a knife, and his old face can't stop hating iron.

It's nothing new that my daughter is poor at study and doesn't like to study!

It's true to say that she was delayed by that, but if ye Xun didn't, it's doubtful that she would be able to get a 211.

Think of here, song Yiran's eyes can't help floating to the next door.

When parents are young or young, it is estimated that only that person will be able to really test any topic.

You can't count on your daughter.

Her eyes are complicated.

Fortunately, ye Xun didn't inherit his mother's IQ.

When ye Susu's face turned white, he finally heard the system sound.

[Ms. song's liking for her father increased. 】

[current: 75%. 】

Ye SusuWhy is this so strange?

She looked blankly at Ms. song, and saw a look of disgust on her face.

"I'm counting on you for the exam. I really can't count on it."

Ye Susu

OK!

I like it!

She's dreary. She's already showing her father's superiority?

Song Yiran really liked it and looked good. "There are a lot of eggs today. You can send a poached egg to the next room and a bowl of stewed fish I made."

These are all good brain tonics.

"Good."

If ye Susu hadn't confirmed that she had done a good job in keeping secrets, she would have doubted that Ms. song already knew who was next door.

And the next day, sunny, early in the morning can hear the sound of birds, the sky is blue.

Stopped at the side of the road, a bus driver's seat glass with a piece of paper.

The big words on it are very eye-catching - meow restaurant continues the front edge.

People who don't know probably think it's the name of a production group.

But it's not.

Zhang leyue was wearing a red cap, like a little tour guide, holding a microphone, "have you all got on the bus? Sit down and I'll call the roll

Writing a career is like writing a career.

This is the basic quality of a screenwriter.

As long as we pay attention to observation and are willing to imitate, materials from all walks of life can be found everywhere.

Zhang leyue obviously asked for her Cosplay today.

But the bus was noisy.

"Xiao Zhang, what time can we arrive? "Eleven o'clock in the group?"

"Who has carsickness medicine? Oh, I forgot it."

"Li duo went to buy mineral water, Xiao Zhang, you call the roll and so on."

"And the gardener, go to the toilet in the office next door. He hasn't come back yet."

"By the way, three hours in the middle, can we come down to the toilet?"

It's just like a tour group going into a tourist attraction!

Zhang leyue is a little skeptical about life. Is this still a high-quality food group? It's like a senior League!

But sitting in the first row, the lady with a sun hat stretched out a hand with a bracelet to him.

"Son, help me open the window and door here. It's a little stuffy. The air in the car is not very good. And what about the bag you helped mom with? Spray me some sunscreen spray. "

Zhang leyue knows now.

Tour guides are not made by people.

He will write a play next time to praise this great career.

When she finished her work, she finally finished the roll call and sat down on the seat. Zhang leyue took the list paper and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

But when he finished, he was stunned.

Wait, wait

Did he do strange work for the landlady in silence again?