Ye Mengqiu is such a good person, he can see from the change in Shen Moyi's expression that this person's mentality has changed. If he didn't want to stay in the Tibetan Sword Villa as a master just now, now he can't wait to move the bench and squat at the door of Ye Ying's room to guard the children to and from school...... Something doesn't seem right.

Ye Mengqiu shook his head and looked at his eldest son Ye Ying with a complicated expression.

After being a famous family, I still feel very ashamed to embark on the road of living a life by looking at my face...... Shen Fuzi seems to have a lot of experience in raising children, and hopes that she can teach Ying'er better, at least she can defend the villa with her younger siblings, and he will no longer force the rest.

Ye Mengqiu sighed again.

Shen Moyi ended the child at this time, and happened to hear Ye Mengqiu's sigh, and asked casually: "The owner of the village seems to be preoccupied?" ”

Ye Mengqiu nodded, and then looked at Ye Ying, who had not received his father's next order, and was still standing obediently in front of Shen Moyi.

Shen Moyi thought thoughtfully, smiled and touched Ye Ying's head, feeling satisfied.

Zhuang Hua's head! This is the head of Zhuang Hua! How many people dream of the head of Zhuang Hua, who can't be convinced! She actually touched it!

In an instant, Shen Moyi felt that he was already a winner in life.

But fortunately, she only shook her head for a moment, and quickly reacted, and lingered a few more times on the little head of Zhuang Huaye Ying in the future before stopping.

Ye Ying is also good-tempered, respects the teacher, and does not pull out the heavy sword behind her to slap her in the face.

Shen Moyi smiled at Ye Ying "kindly": "If the owner of the village is just right, I think there is still something wrong. Village...... Ahem, the young owner looks smart, calm and solemn, not as the owner said. I think it may be that the owner is too busy and has little interaction with the children on weekdays, so there is this misunderstanding. ”

This kind of remarks are fresh in Ye Mengqiu's eyes, he has never heard of them, his words are not very sharp, and he can still listen to them if he asks him some opinions euphemistically. As one of the "Four Families", the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, his daily affairs are indeed busy, and his discipline of his children is also very strict, and there is almost no interaction. But Ye Ying is smart and smart......

Ye Mengqiu let out a sigh with his nose with some disdain.

For this son, Ye Mengqiu was really raised as an heir at the beginning, although he had many heirs, but the eldest son inherited the throne was a rule left by the ancestors, and he didn't want to break this rule, and he was also very concerned about Ye Ying's teachings.

The Tibetan Sword Villa uses the sword to establish the faction and establish the power with the martial arts, and the owner of the village naturally must also be able to cast the sword and be proficient in family martial arts. But Ye Ying is commendable in sword casting, but the practice of martial arts is extremely disappointing. Often Ye Mengqiu passed on a set of swordsmanship to him, and the little guys around him knew it, but Ye Ying still couldn't come up with a move and a half, even if he tried his best to use it, it was not orderly.

To put it mildly, the young owner of this martial arts family may be able to bully and bully children who have just learned to walk when he goes out.

How does this make Ye Mengqiu like this son? is not smart, not smart, and even stupid, that is, the face looks like the son of his Ye family, so that no matter how disappointed he is, he can't leave it alone, and finally he asked Yan Zhenqing to ask a master to come back and teach him to read and write to cultivate his temperament. Before, because he wanted Ye Ying to concentrate on martial arts, Ye Mengqiu didn't care too much about the literature, and only invited a few masters back at random, but as a result, Ye Ying became more and more reticent when he taught.

Thinking about it, Ye Mengqiu also regretted a little, if he had invited a good master to enlighten Ye Ying earlier, maybe now that he is unwritten, the fame that he failed to get back would have come from him?

said that he had put it down, but Ye Mengqiu actually still had a dream of fame in his heart. After all, after working hard for so long, letting go is a last resort, and persistence is the true mood.

The brain hole ran around the education line, and then returned to the god Ye Mengqiu found that whether it was Shen Moyi, Ye Ying, or those subordinates in the hall, they all looked at him inexplicably, and he was embarrassed to say anything more to Shen Moyi, so he only coughed lightly: "Since this is the case, then Ying'er will bother Miss Shen to work a lot." Come on, take Miss Shen to the guest room. ”

After speaking, Ye Mengqiu got up and hugged Shen Moyi and said that he had left beforehand, and then left without caring about Shen Moyi's Er Kang hand.

Shen Moyi: "......" and so on, she was confused by the beauty of a child, yes, but she hasn't agreed to be the master of Zhuang Hua yet!

〒▽〒 She really doesn't have the confidence to teach characters like Zhuang Hua, if the teaching is crooked, then countless Zhuang pollen won't tear her alive?

Shen Moyi spared her life, but decided to find Ye Mengqiu to make it clear that there were many talented people in Wanhua Valley, and she was not outstanding. And it is estimated that Shen Baizhou gave her a plug-in, her task is not the kind that is mandatory to complete, she does it if she is willing, and she is not reluctant if she is not happy, so she has no pressure.

But she didn't make it.

The hem of the garment was grabbed, and the steps went out but could not continue.

She lowered her head, Ye Xiao Radish Head Ying lowered her head and dragged her clothes, hesitated for a moment after feeling her gaze and let go, but when Shen Moyi started to move, she grabbed the hem of her clothes again, and even tightened her grip, like a drowning person grasping the last piece of driftwood, and he didn't let go even if he died.

This kid ...... It doesn't seem to be as beautiful as the legend says......

Shen Moyi touched Ye Ying's head with a complicated expression, and asked softly, "Young Zhuang Master, is there something wrong?" ”

Ye Ying raised his head, there was still no expression on his delicate little face, just slightly reddened, as if this content made it difficult for him to speak. He didn't know why he suddenly impulsively grabbed the corner of Shen Moyi's clothes, but since it was already like this, Ye Ying stopped being hypocritical and opened his mouth to say, "I...... Learning is very conscious. ”

Shen Moyi smiled: "I know, the young owner looks like a good child, so naturally he won't be unconscious." ”

After being praised, Ye Ying's face flushed even more, and she had more courage, and continued: "So, I won't trouble my master." ”

Shen Moyi was stunned. What is this kid doing with her?

However, children, the mentality of begging for praise is too common, even if this person is Zhuang Hua, it will probably not be an exception. Accustomed to the children at school begging for candy with him, Shen Moyi calmly took out a handful of jelly beans from his pocket and gave them to Ye Ying.

The child's hands still have some flesh, no adult bones are distinct, white, clutching a handful of colorful jelly beans, which looks a little ironing in people's hearts.

Ye Ying blinked, not understanding why she was suddenly stuffed with a bunch of these things. He was raised as the heir of the villa since he was a child, and he was required to be cautious in his words and deeds, not to smile, and to strive to cultivate a momentum that was not angry but mighty, and no one ever touched his head, let alone stuffed him with jelly beans.

Ye Ying tried to take one and stuff it into her mouth. Some are sour, some are sweet, and they are tastes that have never been tasted before.

Ye Ying didn't smile, but her eyes were obviously brighter several degrees.

Shen Moyi covered his chest, feeling that he was not very good.