Chapter 1472

"Coaching time..."

Read out the contents of the paper quietly. Xue Xueer frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Ouyang Qing'an beside her.

The questionnaire brought back by Xiao nianxue is about the time when parents tutor their children at home every day.

Xue Xueer doesn't know what other people's furniture is like, but in their home, they rarely stay with their children while they are studying.

Not irresponsible, but they believe in xiaonianxue's consciousness. As for xiaojiaze... The brother and sister do their homework together. Even if xiaojiaze is not serious, his sister will supervise him.

It's a shame that they are both busy with their work. Even Xue Xueer herself has been idle for a while.

I usually have time to accompany my children, but I'm sure I won't have so much leisure as ordinary families.

Xiaonianxue's good performance depends on her own talent on the one hand, and Zhou Jinyan's "goal" on the other hand.

Thinking of this, Xue Xueer pursed her lips and said to Ouyang Qing'an, "should we spare more time to accompany the children?"

"How could you say that."

Put Xue Xueer in her arms, Ouyang Qingan's head fell on her shoulder and said softly, "but you're right. I'll try to spare time in the evening and don't socialize. Do you think it's good?"

People are in a high position. Some things can't be avoided if you want to hide. Talking about business with customers at the wine table is something that even a boss larger than his company can't refuse.

Ouyang Qingan knows it's bad, but he can only comply with the rules today.

Kissing Xue Xueer's earlobe, his voice was as clear as a teenager, "don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Now Xue Xueer takes care of the children at home and has seen some real examples. Ouyang Qing'an is also worried that she will think nonsense when she is idle.

He didn't worry that Xue Xueer would spill her anger on him, but he was afraid that she would keep everything in her heart. He was so angry that he wouldn't tell her.

Xue Xueer was moved by her lover's understanding.

She nodded and explained, "it's not what you think. I just think childhood is when they need us most. More company with them can leave more memories."

"Besides, I'm a little worried about Jiaze... You're too strict with him."

Although she doesn't like the words of filial sons under the stick, Xue Xueer also knows right and wrong, and it doesn't make sense to reason with children blindly.

And a family always needs someone to sing white face, so that it can hold the market when necessary. So every time Ouyang Qing'an beat xiaojiaze, Xue Xueer was distressed but didn't stop him.

But considering the recent performance of xiaojiaze at home, Xue Xueer can't sit still.

She said anxiously to Ouyang Qing'an: "after all, he is a boy. Now it's time to be competitive. Don't always teach him a lesson. It's not impossible to show him a smiling face occasionally."

"Did he complain to you?"

In his mind, Xiao Jiaze's face was taught by himself every time. Ouyang Qing'an picked his eyebrow. "It's no problem to love the children. You can't be used to following them, otherwise with Jiaze's temperament, you'll have to jump to the sky sooner or later."

Both of them are thinking about their children, but their starting points are different, resulting in different perceptions of things.

Hearing Ouyang Qingan's words, Xue Xueer blinked and said angrily, "that's your son. Don't think so bad of him."

Before Ouyang Qingan retorted, she said, "well, xiaonianxue has just transferred to another school recently. I also want to go to the new school to investigate. It is said that her head teacher is still an excellent lecturer evaluated by the province."

"In short, you can rest assured that the children's education is in my hands and concentrate on your work."

Put the questionnaire aside, Xue Xueer turned and hugged Ouyang Qing'an, muttering, "I don't know what's going on with your father and son. It's like a cat and a mouse. You're not allowed to complain to me if your son doesn't kiss you in the future."

"I can't surrender yet?"

Holding his hands high, Ouyang Qing'an sighed, but his eyes were full of laughter.