C207

Did he get screwed?

As Qi Zhifei was talking to Xin Xiaoyi, Wen Liang pulled Qi Ye to the side. "Is Zhifei's usual test results so poor?"

"You said ten?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Scram!" Wen Liang pushed Qi Ye away and walked to the side of the sofa. He then sat beside Qi Zhifei and tenderly caressed the little fellow's cute little face.

"Zhifei..."

In order to express his trust in his son, Wen Liang didn't even look at his grades and said: "Zhifei, it doesn't matter if your grades are bad, you're still young. Let's take it slow and start from the beginning. You'll definitely catch up to the other children, okay?"

"But, Mother …"

"In the future, mom will be your home tutor and teach you how to do exercises, okay?" Wen Liang stroked on Qi Zhifei's head, feeling that he owed a lot.

Qi Zhifei originally wanted to say that he was doing it on purpose to attract the attention of his Old Qi, but he never expected that his mother would actually take the initiative to be his home tutor!

Instantly, Little Devil King nodded excitedly: "Okay okay!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and swore, "I will definitely try my best to surpass Cupid!"

Wen Liang gave Qi Zhifei a face of complete trust, then held onto the little guy's hand and said, "Then mother will bring you up to help with your homework, okay?"

"Alright!"

Qi Zhifei held onto his mother's hand in satisfaction, the satisfied smile on his face simply warmed up.

Wen Liang turned his head to look at Xin Xiaoyi and asked, "Little Ai, shall we go together?"

Xin Ai shook her head and replied, "I can't, Auntie. Mom sent someone to take it. It'll be here in a moment."

As soon as Xin Xiao Ai finished her sentence, her bodyguard arrived at the door. Qi Zhifei waved to Xin Xiaoyi, "See you tomorrow, Cupid!"

Then, she quickly pulled Wen Liang's hand and ran upstairs.

Xin Xiao Yi suspiciously picked up the paper Qi Zhifei had just corrected, and frowned: "Eh …. How is it all right? Uncle, look. Am I mistaken? "

Qi Ye took the paper from Xin Xiaoyi's hands and looked at it …

Qi Ye arranged for two bodyguards to accompany the bodyguard that came to escort Xin Xiao Ai before sending her to the car.

The little guy probably wanted to use this opportunity to get more along with Wen Liang, so Qi Ye didn't stop it. Instead, he went to the study and started working.

After dinner.

Wen Liang went to the kitchen to get some water, Qi Ye pulled Qi Zhifei over and sat beside him: "Tell your Old Qi, why did you suddenly think of not going out to play, and want to roast meat at home?"

Originally, Qi Zhifei was hesitating on whether he should tell the Old Qi or not.

However, the Old Qi's next sentence was, "If you can't think of a reason, then that person feels that it's better to go out for a picnic."

"Who can think of a reason? I am just … I just want to meet you … "

"Meet Ye Qing?" Qi Ye leaned on the sofa, looking at the back of the little fellow's head and asked.

Qi Zhifei coughed twice and turned to look at his father, "Let me look at the TV to see, is this what it means to be old and spicy!?"

"Your family's old ginger is not only spicy, but he can also hurt people!" Qi Ye poked the little guy on the forehead: "Did your family's Old Jiang tell you that Ye Qing is your foster father's woman?"

"I don't believe it!" Qi Zhifei said: "Father and my Little Qing Qing are not married yet and we don't have any children, why can't I compete fairly with him?"

Looking at this crappier kid, Qi Ye could not help but laugh, "I guess that this competition is not fair. I only reminded you because I'm your biological father, your godfather is at least two-thirds higher than you. "

"The baby is already a meter tall, but the godfather is only 1.8 meters. Less than two-thirds of the way!" The little guy pouted, looking very serious.

Qi Ye suddenly sat up, and leaned closer to the little fellow's face, "You've calculated it so clearly, why would you need your mother's supplementary lessons?"

"..." Old Jiang was really spicy. He almost cried from the spiciness.

"Mother, your husband bullied your son!" Qi Zhifei bellowed towards the direction of the kitchen, and then he sprinted towards the direction of the warm atmosphere.

With the cup in hand, he quickly lifted it up and let the little guy hug his waist.

She looked at the man sitting leisurely on the sofa before lowering her head and asked, "How did your father bully you?"

Wen Liang was an inexperienced person, but he was pained by the little fellow's pitiful appearance. He looked up and said to Qi Ye: "You're such a big person, why are you making fun of a child?"

"My father bullied me like this ever since I was born. He didn't let me see my mother. My exam results were not good, and he even punished me to write big words!" The more Little Devil King spoke, the more wronged he got.

The innocent man looked at Qi Ye and asked: "Really?"

"Mhmm!" Qi Zhifei nodded his head like he was pounding garlic.

Qi Ye did not refute his words either. Instead, he looked at Qi Zhifei and asked, "Why do I need you to write something big?"

Qi Zhifei lowered his head weakly. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never tell his mother that he was punished to write like this, it was because he became cocky while holding the photo in front of the Old Qi.

Sigh, thinking about it now, it seems that he had been a little too harsh on this single dog, Old Qi.

Wen Liang looked at the father and son duo's riddle fighting stance, and didn't know who to believe. In the end, he helplessly put down the cup of water, held Qi Zhifei's hand and said: "Let's go, let's finish what we just did, and then it's time for you to go to sleep."

"Wait." Qi Ye suddenly stood up and said to Qi Zhifei and Wen Liang.

Afraid that Old Qi would beat him up if he was displeased, Qi Zhifei quickly hid behind Wen Liang: "Look, Mother, Old Qi is going to use violence!"

Although he didn't believe that Qi Ye really wanted to hit the child, Wen Liang still subconsciously hid the little fellow behind him.

"Hide where?" When did I ever hit you when you were growing up? " Qi Ye looked at Qi Zhifei.

This time, Wen Liang stopped all his movements. He raised his head and looked at Qi Ye, frowning elegantly. "Big brother Qi, you really …"

"Play games, King of Fighting." This kid will not accept defeat. After losing 13 times, not only did he get a nosebleed, he even vomited blood! " Qi Ye opened her mouth to interrupt her, only then did she react, her eyes suddenly locking onto the lady: "What did you call me?"

Wen Liang suddenly felt that the air was a little tight, especially when the man in front was gradually approaching him.

Even she hadn't thought that in this sort of situation, she would suddenly call out 'big brother Qi' that she hadn't seen in a long time.

Wen Liang's heart suddenly felt warm. She had never thought that one day, her son would be like a peerless hero, spreading his arms in front of her to protect her, to make her feel that there was someone protecting her and that it was warm.

This was a type of warmth that instantly flowed through his heart, but it left shallow marks on his heart. It was different from love and friendship.

Qi Ye carried the little fellow with one hand and then, facing Wen Liang, he lowered his head and said to the little fellow in his arms who was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws: "Old Qi is a person who wants to protect your mother together with you, remember?"

It was rare to be lectured so seriously by Old Qi, so Qi Zhifei nodded without hesitation, and suddenly felt that this Old Qi, was really handsome! As expected of his father.

"It's a deal?" Little Devil King stretched out his pinky with excitement.

Qi Ye made a promise with him, "A prince will never be able to keep up with your words."

Qi Zhifei excitedly grabbed his father's arm. "Tell me, what questions are you going to give?"

"What's five times five times five plus one hundred and twenty-five?"

Qi Zhifei thought about it seriously, and then laughed heartily at Qi Ye: "Equal to two hundred and fifty! Am I right? Haha, Mother, you can be my home tutor now! "

Wen Liang looked at Qi Ye. He was truly his son, to be able to come up with such a terrible question.

She came back to her senses after thinking for a while and looked at her son in confusion. "Didn't you just say that five plus five is worth something?"

Qi Zhifei: "..."

He innocently turned his head to look at his father …

Had he been tricked?

I've seen people who swindle their own sons, but I've never seen anyone who swindles his own son in such a manner!

Qi Ye put down his two hundred and fifth son, then stepped forward and embraced his warm waist. "Let's go to bed, wife."

As he watched his own father carry his own mother up the stairs, leaving him standing there innocently, Qi Zhifei beat his chest and stamped his feet as he shouted at Wen Liang and Qi Ye's figures: "Do you know what you're doing, it's very easy for you to lose your baby, you guys?"