Today Cui Zhiduan did not dare to go to the Yamen to wait for his father, so he went home to wait for his punishment.
Cui Weizhen came back a little late today. Just after lunch, he took his son to the study room for "love education". Ye Zhenzhen shamelessly followed him. Cui Zhiming was originally going to follow him and be punished, but Ye Zhenzhen didn't
Don't let him develop the habit of taking responsibility for his younger brother.
Due to the delay on the road, when Ye Zhenzhen arrived at the outer study room, Cui Weizhen's oral education had obviously ended. The executive branch was wilting like an eggplant beaten by frost. Even if she heard the "crunch" sound of the door opening, she could not move.
I didn't dare to move more.
Ye Zhenzhen walked in lightly and took a panoramic view of the situation in the study. She saw Cui Weizhen sitting leisurely on the chair behind the desk, taking a sip of tea from time to time, his eyes falling on the books on the table.
Looking at the son opposite, it didn't look like a child-hunting scene at all, but rather like an afternoon tea.
Of course, it would be fine if Cui Zhiduan's reaction was normal. Poor baby, he kept his head down and didn't dare to look at anyone.
When Cui Weizhen saw his wife coming in quietly, he immediately put down the tea cup in his hand and went to greet her, asking, "Why are you here?"
Cui Zhiduan's ears twitched, and his tense body obviously relaxed, but he still didn't dare to raise his head.
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at her son, patted his restlessly stretched out hand, and glared at him: "Come to see you, what are you doing?"
As he spoke, he motioned to his son with his eyes.
Cui Weizhen looked at his son, his face immediately dimmed, and said: "I will examine myself three times a day and let him reflect on himself."
You know, psychological tactics.
Ye Zhenzhen said nothing, came to sit next to Cui Weizhen, and casually took out a book from the bookshelf behind her to read. Cui Weizhen stopped reading his own book and squeezed over without any hesitation.
Ye Zhenzhen: "...What are you doing?"
She lowered her voice for fear that her son would hear her.
There was no way, it was really because Cui Weizhen's hands were too restless, and they were pushed down by her just now, and now they restlessly touched her waist, kneading and squeezing her here and there. Combined with his behavior of Meng Lang last night, it was really hard not to
Think more.
Men who haven’t eaten meat for a long time are really scary!
Cui Weizhen: "..." So what is his image in Zhen'er's mind?
He had to save his image, "It was me, Meng Lang, yesterday. Aren't you very tired? I heard that you went to pick up the bailiff. There is no need to embarrass yourself. You should just rest more in the house. I see you
Your face looks very tired, now I'll give you a squeeze."
Oh, although Ye Zhenzhen didn't believe his kindness, she accepted his flattery calmly.
Moreover, she was very kind and gave him a message: "By the way, I have asked my servants to move your bedding to the side room. You will rest in the side room today."
The squeezing hand paused, and she turned to look at him: "What? Do you have any objections?"
The hand on his waist continued to rub and press. He said calmly, expressionless, "No, not really. You are overthinking."
It doesn't look like he has any objection at all.
Soon, Ye Zhenzhen knew whether he minded, because Cui Zhiduan, who had been left out for a long time, suffered.
Cui Weizhen finally called his son in a loud voice, handed over the wooden box at hand, and said: "This is the material for making brushes. I will pay you for the production instructions separately. You can make it today."
Cui Zhiduan held the box with a confused look on his face.
Ye Zhenzhen was also a little speechless: "...Didn't you say you wanted to do it with him?"
Cui Weizhen: "Then I thought about it. Since it was punishment, there was no need to help him anymore."
Ye Zhenzhen asked: "My son is still so young, how can he understand it?"
She had every reason to suspect that this man was taking out his anger on the child! He was already a father, so why was he still so childish?
Cui Weizhen responded indifferently to her doubts: "There are production drawings drawn by the craftsmen in the box."
