Mo Fanhe's intelligence allowed Jian Wenwan to experience the legendary photographic memory.
He is like a blank sheet of paper, crazily absorbing the knowledge Wen Wan taught him, and has perfected his ability to draw inferences from one instance to another.
In just a few days, he learned Pinyin, and he could spell out many unknown words as long as they had Pinyin. Gradually, Teacher Wen, who was busy with work, could not keep up with Mo Fanhe.
I bought him all the sixth grade books and brought a thick Xinhua dictionary with me.
He didn't care about studying by himself, but he actually finished reading the dictionary in just a few days.
One day, he actually asked Wen Wan a third-grade Mathematical Olympiad question. Wen Wan was dumbfounded.
Damn, as we all know, art requires inspiration, so math scores have never been good. In addition, the teacher who gave the question was too good. Depressed Wenwan couldn't figure it out with a pencil for a long time. She was so anxious that she squatted on the sofa.
He scratched his hair.
Ciao, is despised by dogs, is it true!!!
"This...the teacher made a mistake in the question." Unable to bear the contempt of the dog man, Wen Wan wanted to trick her into passing the test, "Believe me, there is really a mistake."
"Wan, are you lying to me?" As his horizons broadened, Mo Fanrui's pronunciation became more and more standard, and his spoken language became richer, and he was no longer the stammering boy he was before.
It was really a three-day farewell, which made people look at me with admiration and made me shed cold sweats because of my cleverness.
"Why am I lying?" Wen Wan was unhappy, "Hey, you are so capable and your wings are so strong that you dare to refute me. You come to solve it. If you can solve it correctly, I will make delicious food for you."
"Let's make a bet." Wolf's temper was irritable and he couldn't stand the life of noodles in clear soup. The lurking Mo Fanrui couldn't help but get ready to make a move, "If I figure it out, you promise me a request. If I don't figure it out, I'll cook it.
Cooking for you?"
"Oh..." Unable to bear his unruly teasing, she sarcastically said, "Can you cook? Be careful your hair gets burned."
Mo Fanrui gave her a faint look and said nonchalantly: "If you are afraid of losing, it's okay not to gamble."
Cio!!! Look at his mean look and his contemptuous eyes. He was so mean to the extreme, as if she was destined to lose.
"If you lose, you lose. Who is afraid of whom?" A heartless thing, no matter who he eats or drinks, when did she become Mr. Dong Guo?
Under the two green eyes, there is a crescent-white streak, and the smile is so mean.
Wen Wan was startled, as Mo Fanhe and the wolf cub kept stacking up in front of her, "Ho... ho ho ho ho..." The wolf's paws could not cover up the dirty smile that showed no teeth or face.
She is really crazy and probably needs to see a psychiatrist.
Mo Fanhe picked up the pencil and scribbled down the calculation method on the paper. In less than two minutes, the answer appeared.
"Bowl." Seeing her soul leaving her body, Mo Fanhe waved the paper in front of her, "Wake up, it's already dawn."
Wen Wan came back to her senses in shock, took the paper and took a look at the answer, it seemed...
In disbelief, she hurriedly counted with her fingers, wait...it can't be calculated with ten fingers.
"Pfft..." Mo Fanrui laughed and whispered: "It turns out that the photography champion can't do arithmetic problems."
Wen Wan slapped him away with a piece of paper, "You brat, what did you say!!!" She was his mother and father, so she wasn't proficient in arithmetic, so she still made money to support him.
Mo Fanhe ignored Wen Wan's paper-tiger-like majesty and asked angrily: "Wan, did you lose?"
"I'm willing to admit defeat." Unable to resist his teasing, Wen Wan could only pretend to be fat, "Why don't you just put forward a condition? It's not like someone with my status cannot afford to lose..."
"Well..." Before he could finish his words, Mo Fanhe made a wolf attack with lightning speed, pushed Wen Wan down on the sofa, and sealed her lips accurately.
"Boom", Wen Wan's head exploded. She was so shocked that she couldn't recover and was pressed heavily on the sofa by him.
what's the situation?
"Ouch..." The angry Wen Wan grabbed Mo Fanrui's hair and pulled his head up from her face with a strong pull. The pain was so painful that Mo Fanhe almost tore off the entire scalp.
"Ah..." If a woman is not ruthless, her innocence cannot be guaranteed. Wen Wan has never been soft on the pervert's counterattack. Since she was almost raped last time, she has practiced eighteen kinds of martial arts to guard against wolves. This is not just a general.
Mo Fanhe opened his mouth, and her knees subconsciously pushed forward, hitting his important male parts hard...
"Ah..." Mo Fanrui let out a miserable cry and rolled down from the sofa to the ground. His face was pale and he huddled tightly, covering his lower body with his hands, "Ah..." Master, you want the baby.
The lifeblood of.
"What are you going to do?" Wen Wan sat up from the sofa in embarrassment, glaring murderously at Mo Fanrui, who was twitching on the ground. He was looking for death, and he even dared to eat her tofu!
"Bowl..." Cold sweat dripped from Mo Fanrui's forehead. He struggled to open his mouth and explained: "I... I just want to kiss you."
"Rogue!" Wen Wan burst into tears in anger, "You deserve it!" Bastard, she even lured a wolf into the house?
"I...you said you were willing to admit defeat." You are so poisonous, you are so poisonous, you are really poisonous!!!
"..." Wen Wan was dumbfounded, "What did you say?"
"If you lose, you have to agree to my request." Mo Fanrui's body continued to twitch with heartbreaking pain and cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "I like you and just want to kiss you."
"You bastard." Listening to his shameless words, Wen Wan said angrily: "What are you asking for? Is this a joke you can make casually?"
"I don't think about anything else, I just want to think about this..."
"You..." Wen Wan was so angry that she raised her hand to hit him, but as her rationality gradually returned, she seemed to feel that she had struck too hard, "You are not a child anymore, you should know what things are not to be joked about."
"I'm serious." Mo Fanrui explained feebly: "You said you were willing to admit defeat..."
"Shut up, is this a gamble? How dare you act like a gangster to me?"
"Bowl..." Mo Fanrui stretched out his hand to pull her hand with difficulty, "It hurts..."
"What are you doing?" Wen Wan threw away his hand, "If you dare to act recklessly again, believe it or not, I will beat you again?"
Mo Fanrui's hand was swept off, hit the table, and slid down weakly.
"Hey..." Wen Wan knew that her strength was not weak, but she thought that he would be in pain and learn a lesson and it would be over. Unexpectedly, the situation seemed to be beyond her expectation. Mo Fanhe's face was covered with sweat from the pain, and his face was as pale as wax paper.
white.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Wan vaguely felt that something had happened, and after realizing it, she reached out to help him.
Mo Fanhe struggled to stand up and leaned weakly on the sofa, "Wan, it hurts so much."
"It... really hurts?" Wen Wan was dumbfounded, "I don't seem to be exerting much force? Tell me, are you faking it?"
Mo Fanhe gasped, sweat dripping from his face like rain, "It's broken...it seems to be broken..."