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Fan Qirong wore glasses with gold-edged glasses today, a floral light-colored long skirt with a pure white cotton shirt, and a gentle and tranquility mixed with an intellectual atmosphere, which made people's eyes lit up.

She was wearing a pair of bamboo slippers under her smooth and round feet, and fucked her plump female body and pushed the door open. "I just came back yesterday, so I didn't run here because I was busy cleaning up." The two families had the same relationship of pushing the door and entering, and there were not so many guest words. When they entered the house, Fan Qirong saw Zhuo Qian, and nodded with a smile and said, "Is Qianzi here too?"

Zhuo Qian stood up politely: "It's Qirong. We haven't seen each other for a long time. By the way, my Minmin read the book you gave me last time, but he immediately became your book fan. Haha, I kept pestering me to ask you for your signature. How about it? Is it still going well now?"

Fan Qirong smiled slightly: "I'm writing a new book, just be sloppy." She immediately handed it to the two large plastic bags in her hand, which were all vegetarian. "I didn't buy anything special when I went to Shanghai this time, so I brought some food back. I remember to take some when Qianzi left later." Aunt Rong is a vegetarian, but she can't be a religious person. She just thinks that vegetarian food is better for the body.

The few people started chatting casually.

From the moment Fan Qirong entered the house, Ren Hao's thief's eyes never left her thighs. Ren Hao always thought that women without wearing stockings would lose a little bit of smell, but there was one exception, that is the white and greasy skin like cream, which even without wearing stockings, would feel very tempting.

Undoubtedly, Aunt Rong is the one in a million skin types.

Tsk, it's so white, so tender, I really want to pinch it!

"Hao, what are you stupid? You Aunt Rong doesn't know how to say hello?" The mother's voice almost scared Ren Hao's soul. Seeing the strange gazes coming from the four people, Ren Hao pretended to be calm and pointed at Aunt Rong's naked feet: "Aunt Rong, where did you buy these bamboo slippers? I have been looking for them for several days but haven't seen a supermarket for sale?" He felt a cold sweat in his heart. In fact, he wanted to ask, "Why are your thighs so white?"

Fan Qirong bent her knees and looked at the slippers, "Oh, I bought it from the greenhouse next to the subway, three or five yuan. If you like it, I will bring you a pair of my aunt when she passes by. How big are your feet?" Several people didn't see Ren Hao's weirdness.

"Don't bother you, I'll go by myself." Ren Hao pretended to tidy up his hairstyle, but actually wiped his sweat. "Why did Aunt Rong wear glasses today? Are you not good at your eyes?"

Fan Qirong smiled bitterly and pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose, "Maybe she has been staying up late, and her eyes are not very good recently."

Hearing this, Zhuo Yuqin couldn't help but sigh: "Be careful, you have to write books at night and learn English during the day. Who can bear the trouble of this night?" Zhuo Yuqin glanced at the computer that was still running, and her eyes suddenly moved: "Qirong, aren't you learning English by yourself? How are you?"

Fan Qirong put down her skirt beside Ren Hao's small bed and sat down slowly, "Oh, I didn't have the conditions at the beginning, so I delayed my English now, and now I can only make up for it myself. Well, I learned pretty well, and high school English should be fine. Why, why don't I make up for it for Hao?" Fan Qirong heard what Zhuo Yuqin meant.

"That's the best." Zhuo Yuqin waved his finger to the computer screen: "My son has been playing English since yesterday, and we don't understand either. You can help him see."

"OK."

Fan Qirong agreed without thinking. She thought about the degree of junior high school graduation, and she was able to handle it easily. After saying that, she leaned over to the monitor. Unexpectedly, Ren Hao stepped forward and stopped Aunt Rong first, "Mom, Aunt Rong wants to write books to make money, so there is no time left. I can handle this little English by myself, so I don't have to bother Aunt Rong."

Fan Qirong smiled and touched Ren Hao's hair: "Writing books is at night. I don't care about this moment. Come and let aunt see what you wrote?"

Ren Hao deliberately cried and said, "No need, why don't you ask you when I don't understand the question?"

"Oh, then forget it, you can work hard on yourself." Fan Qirong saw that he might have something shameful about it, so she tactfully stopped doing it.

However, his son's strange behavior attracted Zhuo Yuqin's attention. She pushed his son with a stern face and signaled him to lean aside. Then he pulled Fan Qirong's delicate palm to sit in front of the computer, with a serious expression: "Shim covered, see what he wrote, is it something shameful?" Ren Xueyu's expression also became weird. This age is a watershed, and children are most likely to learn bad things.

Smoking, drinking, premature love, pornography, etc.

The couple is really afraid that their son will delay his studies because of this.

Fan Qirong and Zhuo Qian took advantage of the couple's inattention and both cast doubtful eyes at Ren Hao, and even kept blinking. Ren Hao spread his hands innocently, indicating that he had no ghost in his heart.

After manipulating the mouse to the top page of word, Fan Qirong read it carefully: "death-note? Death Diary?"

Ren Hao coughed and reminded: "I call it death-notes, but in fact it translated into the same meaning." Zhuo Yuqin's face immediately turned dark: "What a mess, Qirong, please continue reading it down and translate it for me."

"Well... OK."

As soon as the word fell, Fan Qirong regretted it!

The dense and complex English words made Fan Qirong stay silent. The next time, she stared at the computer, leaned back to the back of the chair, and took a breath of air conditioning!

What are these?

abbreviation?burial?kidnap?likelihood?Measurement?

Is this... really English?

Why don’t I know a word?

Zhuo Yuqin saw that she was silent and poked her with a deep eye: "What have you written?"

Fan Qirong looked at Ren Hao sideways, and saw him smiling bitterly, she suddenly understood his purpose of stopping her.

He was afraid that he would make a fool of himself!

Fan Qirong sighed at the screen, "Sister, it's not that I won't translate it for you, but that I can't translate 70% of the paragraphs here. Alas, maybe my English level is too poor." She still knows her own strength. If you go to the CET-4 exam now, you should barely pass the passing line.

"Qirong, aren't you protecting him?" Zhuo Yuqin admitted that there was something tricky about it. "How come you can't translate what he wrote as a middle school student? Humph, is it a love letter written to his classmates?"
Chapter completed!