[Watching Bei Bei take out the book, I'm sleepy, does writing these really work this big night? ] 】

[I counted, there are 8 lines on a page, 12 words on a line, and those three pages are almost 300 words, don't you write until eleven o'clock? 】

[How can you finish writing at eleven o'clock, it's ten forty now, at least you have to write until twelve o'clock]

Bei Bei practiced the second grade words, and the first grade words and writing he finished when he was four years old.

One line, two lines, he wrote one stroke at a time.

Fu Rongrong sat next to him and watched him write intently.

On the second page, the first word is "成".

Bei Bei didn't even think about it, so he wrote the first stroke: horizontal.

Fu Rongrong frowned, pointed to the word and said, "Baby, it's wrong, think about it carefully, what is the first stroke?" ”

Bei Bei bit the pencil shaft into her mouth, and quickly took it out when she saw Fu Rongrong's stern eyes.

Isn't the first stroke of "Cheng" horizontal? Grandma taught him this word, and he remembers it very clearly.

Grandma can't be wrong.

"It's horizontal."

"Huh?" Fu Rongrong said solemnly, "The first stroke is apostrophe, my mother taught you before." ”

"Bei Bei also wrote the apostrophe first according to what her mother said, and her grandmother said that her mother was wrong, and she should write horizontal first."

Fu Rongrong knew that her mother-in-law was wrong.

She may not be 100% sure that she is right about the other words, but this word, she remembers its stroke order even if it turns to dust.

It was when she was in elementary school, because of her excellent grades and beautiful handwriting, she had a very important task at the beginning of each semester, that is, to write the names and student numbers of her classmates' homework books.

One year, a new classmate came to their class, named Zhang Chengjie.

When she wrote the name, the knowledgeable principal happened to come to the class to patrol and correct her mistakes and teach her the correct way to write the word "cheng".

Fu Rongrong sighed.

Since it was said by her mother-in-law, even if she wrote the first stroke, she didn't dare to say a word of rebuttal!

Fu Rongrong bit her lip without showing a look, and said vaguely: "Okay, that may be my mother's mistake, and my mother will check it later." ”

Babe yawned and finished a whole line in the wrong order.

[Fu Rongrong is okay, let the child sleep, write so many large sheets at such a young age, it looks pitiful]

[Is the first stroke really an apostrophe? I remember when I was a child, our Chinese teacher taught me horizontally.

[Fu Rongrong is really afraid of her mother-in-law, so afraid that she chose to give in in terms of knowledge, I clearly remember that she has always been very strict in Beibei's learning]

Barely finished writing the second page, it was already half past eleven, and Bei Bei felt that the hand holding the pen began to soften, and her eyes began to fight.

He plucked up his courage and said timidly: "Mom, I don't want to write today, can I take a break?" ”

Thinking of sending Bei Bei to her mother-in-law today's homework before twelve o'clock, Fu Rongrong touched Bei Bei's head and said gently and resolutely: "No, calligraphy is an important art, and the baby must practice it seriously!" ”

Bei Bei was about to cry, "But I've been writing for a long time, and my hands are sore." ”

"Baby, listen to Mom, practice is to hone your baby's perseverance and endurance. A person can only achieve excellent results if he works hard with perseverance. Wouldn't the baby want to be a good elementary school student with beautiful handwriting? ”

"Absolutely! But I'm really tired. ”

Fu Rongrong: I know you're tired, and I'm tired, but what's the solution?

As a post-90s generation, she naturally knows that the "chicken baby" has little effect, but in order to gain a firm foothold in the Du family, she can only cater to her mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law always thinks that her grandson is a genius, even if he is not a genius, someone needs to train him to be a genius.

So she can only teach him desperately, enroll him in classes, and then let him show his genius side in front of his grandmother......

I didn't expect that one day, she would also become the kind of person she used to hate the most.

Seeing her mother in a daze, Bei Bei said again: "Mom, I'm really tired." ”

"Baby, you only pay off. Baby's hard work now will turn into achievement and glory in the future. Shall we hold on a little longer? I only need to do a page of oral arithmetic tomorrow night, and I won't be so tired. ”

200 mouths is not very easy.

Bei Bei was very unhappy in his heart, and the courage he had managed to swell up was once again deflated like a balloon with a hole.

He knew that his stepmother would never change her mind.

Bei Bei pouted and picked up the pen again.

[Bei Bei finally said what was in her heart, why didn't Fu Rongrong agree, didn't she just practice calligraphy? ] What if you don't practice for a day or two? And it won't die, my son learns roller skating, but I won't let him go when it's too hot in the summer, but I haven't seen any regression, this time the WEO exam is not over]

[Learning needs to be persistent, and learning is indeed hard, otherwise there will be no famous sayings and aphorisms that there is no road for the road and diligence in the book mountain, and there is no end to learning the sea of hard work, but I think everything should be treated flexibly, I want Beibei, he himself said that he is very tired and wants to rest, which means that he is already resisting this matter in his heart, if he is forced to learn, it will be the completion of the task, and it will have no effect]

*

26th Floor, International Finance Center, Country M.

Half past one in the afternoon.

Jiang Shaochen stared at the laptop, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

In the luxurious office, only the sound of his knuckles and the table could be heard.

"Bang bang."

The door was actually open, Jiang Shaochen raised his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and saw Wu Hao, who was unshaven, standing at the door with an excited face.

He didn't speak, and Wu Hao walked in.

He first saw the empty coffee cup on the table, and graciously helped the boss to add a cup of coffee.

"Jiang Shao, it's noon, don't you take a lunch break?"

Jiang Shaochen raised his eyes and glanced at it, "What's the matter?" ”

"Good news, great news, at this moment my heart is surging like a surging river, you let me calm down for a while." Wu Hao said, went to the refrigerator to get a cold drink, and ripped off the pull ring.

Jiang Shaochen was still motionless, as if he hadn't heard him speak.

The picture on the screen pierced his heart deeply.

Bikini?

She's wearing a bikini!

Doesn't this damn woman know that this is dangerous?

Obviously, she didn't realize it at all, and it was still in the middle of the night, standing with a well-dressed strange man, and judging from the photos, the two didn't even maintain a safe distance between people.

Who is he?

Are they familiar?

How long has he been gone, is this woman really going to rebel?

He still remembered the scandals that came out on the Internet a few days ago, and those photos also made him very unhappy, but to his surprise, at the beginning of the month, Man quickly refuted it in the most rational and powerful way.