On Saturday, Yang Mufan had a rare weekend off. After lunch, Yang Mufan taught Yang Muan first-grade mathematics and English in the back garden. Mu Wanqing, wearing a comfortable and cool long skirt, stood in the kitchen, holding a sculpture
Using a knife, carefully carve the apple into cute little rabbits one after another...
I admire Mu An and like to eat apples carved into rabbits the most.
Every time, he could eat two whole apples.
In other words, if it hadn't turned into a rabbit apple, he wouldn't even look at it now.
Mu Wanqing didn't even know when he got into this bad habit, let alone who got it.
Although carving several plates of rabbit apples was a bit time-consuming, from the beginning to the end, the corners of Mu Wanqing's mouth were curled up with a smile of happiness and satisfaction.
After getting three plates of fruit, when Mu Wanqing took them out, Yang Mufan was asking Yang Muan a math question.
Xiaoqing has 9 storybooks and Xiaoxin has 7 comic books. Xiaoqing exchanges 3 storybooks for Xiaoxin's 2 comic books. In the end, how many books do they each have?
When Mu Wanqing heard this question, she frowned at first. After thinking about it in her mind, she found that it was a bit confusing. For a while, she couldn't tell the answer.
Therefore, she looked at her son with very worried eyes.
Unexpectedly, Yang Muan answered seriously: 8 books.
When Mu Wanqing heard this, her eyes immediately lit up and she looked at her son with great admiration. Could her son be too smart?! Even an adult like her couldn't solve such a convoluted math problem in the first place.
Calculate it, he can actually calculate it at such a young age.
I thought that admirers would praise their son.
Who knows...
Yang Mufan glanced at the stopwatch on the table with an indifferent expression, and then said with great dissatisfaction: "Yang Muan, it took you five seconds for such a simple question. How can you still go to school in the future?
?!Otherwise, you should just stay at home so as not to embarrass me by going to school."
"..." When Mu Wanqing heard this, she immediately froze and looked at Yang Mufan in disbelief. It took five seconds to solve the problem. Isn't that too slow?! Isn't the request too high?
Mu Wanqing felt extremely distressed when she saw her son looking at her with some grievance. She pulled out a chair beside her and sat down. She hesitated and said: "Mu Fan, my son is only four years old now. Are you being too harsh like this?"
It will damage his self-confidence..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dark eyes that admired Fan Lengsen were already projected towards her like sharp swords.
His thin lips and lightly parted curves were extremely beautiful, but the words he spat out were particularly awkward: "I discipline my son, why do you interrupt me?! If you think I'm too strict, fine, you do it."
"
"..." Mu Wanqing stopped making trouble immediately and sat there honestly.
Xishangyuan, an elevator apartment opposite, 24th floor.
The moment Wen Xiaorou put down the telescope in her hand, frightening veins popped out on the back of her hand. Huangfuye, who was standing next to her, was still holding the telescope to pay attention to any disturbance in the Xishang Courtyard.
Seeing Yang Mufan sitting with Mu Wanqing and his son eating fruit in the back garden, he raised the corners of his mouth and said leisurely: "You should have seen Yang Mufan's true face clearly now, he kept saying I love you, I love you
I have been together for three years, but in the blink of an eye, I am living a small life with another woman. Look at how happy and comfortable they are as a family of three."