On the weekend, Feng Xuesong rarely had to work overtime, but instead had time to relax at home.
Although the hottest summer has passed, the following autumn heat is still quite powerful.
Thinking that he would inevitably sweat profusely when visiting friends, he finally chose to rest at home for a day.
He first called his son over and planned to check his homework.
As a result, as soon as he opened it and took a look at the scribbles on the homework book, Feng Xuesong was so angry that his eyes went dark and he almost died.
This rebellious son, does he usually treat his schoolwork like this?
Looking at the crooked and extremely sloppy words written on it, as well as the crumpled exercise book, he was really embarrassed to admit that he, Feng Xuesong, was Feng Chengan's father!
It's such a disgrace to the Feng family!
Feng Cheng'an put his hands behind his back and lowered his head, looking like a young wife. Only his chubby face could be seen, looking like a big meat bun.
He pursed his lips and tilted his head carefully, then he saw his father's face which turned as dark as charcoal. He knew that he couldn't escape a meal of "Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots with Pork" today.
He simply knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Ah..." Feng Cheng'an felt like his knees were about to break because he didn't control the strength well. He didn't dare to show any expression and could only bite his back teeth to endure the pain.
Feng Xuesong was so angry at his quick admission of fault that he laughed, "Why? Why are you giving me such a big gift even though it's not a festival?"
As he said that, he threw the homework book in his hand, which was almost crumpled into oily residue, heavily on the table. It was so unbearable to read just one page that there was really no need to waste time on the rest!
"Dad, I know I was wrong." Feng Cheng'an looked over with a gloomy face, hoping that his father would soften his heart.
"Wrong?" Feng Xuesong held back his anger and tried not to be mean, but despite this, his elegant temperament was gone.
It can be seen that as long as you start tutoring your children with homework, even if you are a knowledgeable professor, you cannot escape the fate of being angry and losing your mind.
"What did you do wrong?"
Feng Chengan whispered: "I shouldn't be so careless in doing my homework..."
"It seems that you are very aware of what you have done wrong! Feng Chengan, from today on, you will write ten large characters every day, and you are not allowed to go to bed until you finish them!"
"Ten articles?!" Feng Cheng'an widened his eyes.
Feng Xuesong: "You think it's not enough? Should I give you some more?"
"No, no, no, ten is enough. Just ten!"
Feng Chengan waved his hands hurriedly. He was afraid that if he continued to speak, his father would really assign him a few more large characters to write.
Feng Xuesong was about to lecture his son a few more times when he was interrupted by Mrs. Zhang who came in.
"Professor Feng, Mr. Chen is here. He is sitting in the living room downstairs waiting for you."
"Which Mr. Chen?" Feng Xuesong was puzzled.
"It's Chen Zenian."
What is he here for?
Feng Xuesong frowned. Could it be that he was here to find Pingting?
But since everyone is here, he can't avoid them.
"Mrs. Zhang, go make a pot of tea first. I'll be down right away."
Mrs. Zhang received the instructions and left in a hurry.
Feng Xuesong straightened his clothes and made sure he had not been disrespectful before going downstairs. As soon as he took a step, he heard a weak question from behind him: "What about me?"
"You? Kneel down for an hour and reflect on your actions!"
After saying this, Feng Xuesong left without caring how devastated his son was.
Feng Cheng'an rubbed his knees and wanted to cry, if he had known this, he would not have asked.
Can't he just get up by himself after dad leaves? There's no need to ask this question.
As soon as Feng Xuesong arrived in the living room, he saw Chen Zenian sitting on the sofa in his home. He crossed his legs leisurely, put one hand on his knee, tapping his slender knuckles rhythmically, with a casual posture and a pair of green eyes looking around without hesitation.
If you don’t know, you would think this is his own home.
Feng Xuesong's expression immediately turned ugly. What he hated most was Chen Zenian's lazy and casual look.
He doesn't look like a kid from an aristocratic family at all!
As Chen Zenian looked around, he finally noticed the presence of another person. He seemed not to notice Feng Xuesong's ugly expression, and greeted him calmly, "Uncle Feng is here, come and sit down."
Feng Xuesong was infuriated by Chen Zenian's tone as if he was the boss. He wanted to figure out whose home this was!
He walked over and sat down, not bothering to be polite with the boy, and asked directly and bluntly: "What are you doing here?"
Chen Zenian blinked his beautiful green eyes innocently, "Uncle Feng, what you said sounds like you don't welcome me to your house?"
Feng Xuesong sneered, "Don't you know whether I welcome you or not?"
This kid relied on his good looks to make Pingting follow him around, and he never gave her any thanks.
Feng Xuesong thought that not kicking him out of the house was already a sign of good self-cultivation!
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