Da Qin: I became friends with Zhao Zheng

Then he washed Yao Xing's feet according to Yao Xing's extremely delicate requirements, and finally made Yao Xing happy and forgot about the unpleasantness in the morning.

Huai'an was still in a state of confusion when she was brought to Yao Xing to study the next day. When she rubbed her eyes and prepared to look for her dear father in the house. Only then did she realize that several of her former wives were standing nearby, waiting to test her on her homework.

"Mom, where is daddy?" Huai'an asked in a soft voice.

Yao Xing sneered: "Your father... went to a place where he doesn't have to watch you study. Your father will be back when you study!"

Commonly known as, hiding out!
Huai'an blinked his little eyes and sat at the table in despair. When he opened the book, he sighed: "Oh~ let's learn~ finish studying early and play early~"

Yao Xing secretly smiled, poor child, she still doesn’t know how heavy today’s homework is!
She previously coaxed Zhao Zheng to play with her, and the master did not dare to scold her too much. As a result, she had to pretend to learn the homework for at least half a month. Now they are taking exams together, and they are punished for writing those who don't know how to do it.

I'm afraid that one day of punishment today will be enough for her to write for several days!
Yao Xing: "How much have you learned about Cangjie Pian?"

The master who specialized in teaching Huai'an how to read raised his hand and said, "I have learned twelve pages."

"Test everything she has learned once, and write down twenty times if she gets it wrong." Yao Xing did not hesitate to increase the amount of tasks for her.

This person, there was a lot of happiness that he couldn't feel before he reached a certain stage, such as tearing up an umbrella. It's just a joke to tear other people's umbrellas apart, but it's really fun to tear up your own child's umbrella!
How many children in later generations have not been punished for copying? Let Huai'an experience her mother's childhood, which will help her mother's physical and mental health.

Zhao Zheng had been hiding in the next room reading, but he didn't turn a page for a long time. It wasn't until Yao Xing pushed the door open that he quickly put the book down:
"Did you cry?"

Yao Xing sighed: "Your daughter is stronger than you think, and she bullies the weak and fears the strong. She knows it's useless to cry with me, and she won't stir up those emotions at all."

Zhao Zheng was still worried. Although he was not in the same room, his thoughts were still there, and he just had to listen to the voice on the other side.

"Okay, don't listen. Come with me to build a snowman when you have time, otherwise there will be no snow this year!" Yao Xing couldn't bear to see him like this and wanted to pull him out for some air.

In the end, Zhao Zheng didn't give any face at all, and refused decisively: "The snow outside is enough to kill someone if you grab a handful, but it's more like building a snowman or the Great Wall!"

"Then when it first started snowing, you didn't say you would take me out to build a snowman!" Yao Xing's face was bulging with anger. It wasn't that she wanted to go, but it was mainly because she was rejected mercilessly, which made her a little sad.

This person is not old yet, and the love is gone...

Zhao Zheng didn't notice Yao Xing's displeasure at all, and instead said plausibly: "You didn't say you were going to build a snowman when it first started snowing! At that time, you even felt cold when I took you out to enjoy the snow. You must have said that I wanted to murder you. Are you not cold now?"

Yao Xing glared at him sideways for a while, and saw him lying on the soft couch reading a book, without looking at him, he slowly got up and walked out.

After a while, Yao Xing Dong's ears turned red, holding a palm-sized snowball in his hand, and walked in quietly. The moment he stepped into the threshold, Xueqiu was hidden behind him again, knowing that Yao Xing was sitting on the edge of the soft couch, with his free hand reaching for Zhao Zheng's waist.