Ma Wan saw Jian Heng coming, smiled slightly at Jian Heng, and then focused on the child next to him and whispered to correct the mistakes for the child. He looked like a little stupid expression, and he looked like a hard-working gardener, who looked like a role model. Bookmark this site

Jian Heng was about to sigh, but suddenly he heard a burst of rapid footsteps behind him. He turned around and found that Wu Yong was walking in with his two kids.

"Teacher Ma, Teacher Ma, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry today. The child had some problems at school and it was a little late." Wu Yong didn't even look at Jian Heng as soon as he came in, so he apologized to Ma Wan.

Ma Wan smiled and said, "It's okay, sit down!"

Said, I tried my best to a clean space.

Ma Wan pushed his two children in front and then glared at him. Then the two children turned around and walked to the table and sat down.

Ma Wan saw the whole process and was not annoyed, but said to the two children with a smile: "Since you have come and can't leave, then learn to buy a craft!"

"Writing is also a craft?" Wu Yong's naughty youngest son said disdainfully.

When Wu Yong heard this, his eyebrows immediately stood up: "How do you talk to the teacher? Is itchy skin?"

After hearing this, Ma Wan waved his hand at Wu Yong, and then said to the little guy with a pleasant color: "Why not count? Isn't it considered skillful if your handwriting is better than others? Writing good handwriting is not that easy. During the writing process, you need to adjust your emotions and make your mentality calm and natural. This is also a process of cultivating your mind."

After saying that, he reached out and knocked on the little guy's forehead with the book in his hand: "You are too late, take out the notebook and start to pass the post."

"Teacher, why am I not here at home, but I am going to come to you instead?" The little guy said a lot of strange words.

Ma Wan smiled slightly: "How much time do you spend watching TV at home and playing with your phone? How much time do you really practice calligraphy continuously? Don't delay time with me. If you delay, then I will accompany you to practice until ten o'clock tonight!"

I heard that I had been practicing calligraphy until ten o'clock, the little guy subconsciously shrank his head: "It's gone, I have no problem!"

During the whole process, Jian Heng found that Wu Yong's eyes were almost blowing fire. Finally, he heard that his son was not looking for trouble, and his face improved.

Seeing that his two children began to practice calligraphy in a straightforward manner, Wu Yong reached out and pulled Jian Heng out of the door.

"Why!"

Before Jian Heng could ask, Wu Yong took a breath first.

"What's wrong?" Jian Heng asked with a smile: "What's going on in the business?"

Wu Yong said: "There is no trouble in the business, but our two children are now giving me a headache."

"What's wrong with them? They look very lively now. Could it be that they were bullied at school?" Jian Heng was very curious and thought that what happened before had happened again.

Wu Yong said: "No one is bullying now, but now he has turned to bullying people!"

"Ah!" Jian Heng didn't expect that the two children had changed from being bullied to being bullied, but he paused and said, "Forget it, it's better to be bullied by others!"

Wu Yong glanced at Jian Heng dissatisfiedly: "You can comfort people. What does it mean to be better than being bullied? It's wrong to bully people and be bullied!"

"Look at you like that, I don't believe you never bullied others when you were a child?" Jian Heng smiled.

"Be serious! I'll tell you the serious business!" Wu Yong was a little unhappy, he was really unhappy.

No one who was called by the teacher to talk for an hour would be happy.

"What the hell is going on?" Jian Heng said.

When Wu Yong talked about the matter, Jian Heng thought this was also considered bullying. It turned out that there were a few people in the school who were not good students. They bullied students with good grades, or Africans, Asians, etc. Whenever they had something to do, they became cheerful and made more friends. Although these children did not take him to play, there was a group of children who were not good students, but not bad students. Let’s put it this way, they were considered to be warming up. This was a new force that emerged on campus.

Then the two forces of the old and the new finally intensified the conflict. The reason was that these strong children bullied one of the children. The boy couldn't stand it anymore and stood up. The so-called gangster fight was just the weak and the fierce ones were afraid of the strong ones, and the little guys were afraid of the life. The little guys were afraid of the life, and the older kids immediately became timid. Finally, when the little guys saw it, it turned out that the magic game in the past was just like that. A dozen children pressed the original couple to the ground and beat them up. That's it.

"You should be brave and brave, you should praise you," said Jian Heng.

Wu Yong glanced at Jian Heng: "It's a brave act. You don't see what the children are like, and their parents don't do it anymore."

"Come on a lawsuit? Come on, why don't their children jump out when they bully people?" Jian Heng said disdainfully.

"Forget it, you haven't become a father, and you don't understand if you tell you." Wu Yong felt that he was just talking to Niu Tanqin now, and that was a fool.

Jian Heng was so proud that he didn't tell him to capture a son from the space at will, and he was dozens of years older than Wu Yong's ancestors in terms of age.

"Okay, then we won't talk about this anymore. How long will it take for them?"

"It's over two hours," Wu Yong said.

"Okay, go to my house to eat the pot. I'll call to ask if He Ye and Si Wan are back?" Jian Heng took out his cell phone and dialed it up for He Ye.

It took a long time before He Ye answered the phone. After he got through, he told Jian Heng that he might be later and asked Jian Heng and the others to eat first. If it was too late, don’t wait for him and the others.

Jian Hengyi seemed to have been going on for a long time: "What's going on? I have to send a letter to you if you live or not?"

"It's hard to say, Si Wan is in a bad mood anyway, so I have to be by my side." After He Ye said that, he talked to Jian Heng for a few more words and hung up the phone.

Wu Yong asked curiously: "What's going on?"

Jian Hengzian talked to Wu Yong.

"Mr. He is really playing this time?" Wu Yong didn't know the news yet. Jian Heng was not gossiping, and He Ye couldn't mention this matter without any trouble. So only now he knew that He Ye had a crush on someone and was quite a member of the door.

"If he doesn't play really, others will do it!" Jian Heng said.

"Then tell me..." Wu Yong was a little anxious.

Jian Heng said: "On the road, I told you on the road that it is getting late, no matter whether they come back or not, I still have to go home to cook."

"What's the way? I've eaten it!" Wu Yong heard that He Ye might not be back, so he didn't want to eat pot with Jian Heng. He was preparing to practice calligraphy with the children here, and then flew back to his home from Jian Heng's airport.

Jian Heng had no choice but to talk about this to Wu Yong.

Hearing Si Wan's background and He Ye's concentration, Wu Yong sighed: "If I hadn't heard you, I wouldn't have thought that Mr. He would still like a girl so much, and even used small tricks."

Jian Heng said, "Okay, you are sighing here, I'm going home to cook."

"Hey, someone else! I have something to tell you." Wu Yong saw that Jian Heng was about to leave, and reached out and grabbed Jian Heng's arm.

"I just asked you what's wrong and you said you're okay?"

"I forgot all of a sudden, I told you that Old Wosh wanted to buy our horses!"

"Didn't you say you won't sell it?"

"I mean gelding! Old Wosh didn't say he wanted to buy stallions, he wanted to buy geldings that were eliminated from our group of demon horses," said Wu Yong.

Jian Heng scratched his head: "What kind of medicine does this old man sell in the gourd? Why buy gelding?"

"Why are there so many, why? We have a question now whether to sell it or not!"

"Why don't you sell if you have money?" Jian Heng said.

Wu Yong heard this and said, "Then let's sell it?"

"I mean selling, but you have to consider it comprehensively whether it will cause any bad harm to us." As soon as Jian Heng said this, he immediately looked like a hand-off manager.

Wu Yong: “…”.

Jian Heng didn't want to let Wu Yong think about what he thought. He was very curious about Old Wosh's need to buy a horse. When he went back, he figured out the reason.
Chapter completed!