Song Xingzhou looked solemnly at the man who was reading a magazine calmly not far away.
Write strings of words on the table.
Then he took Zhuzhu's completed intelligence test form.
Bo Shiyu stood up and picked up Zhuzhu.
Seeing this, the man sitting on the sofa put down the magazine in his hand, straightened his clothes and stood up.
The man's face was cold, and his every move was filled with innate dignity. He walked to the table and raised his eyes: "How is it? Who is sick?"
Song Xingzhou lowered his head and bent over, writing something: "The little baby has an IQ that is normal. There's nothing wrong with it, don't worry."
"Of course, she's definitely not as good as you and your son. There aren't many people in the world with super-high IQs like you, with an IQ of 160, 170, or 180. So don't impose the same standards on your daughter as the Bo family does on their children."
"Anyway, you don't have to worry about admission."
After saying that, Song Xingzhou handed the list he had just written to Bo Yanzhou and instructed: "Take this medicine twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, to calm your mood. Don't be too busy with your company's affairs. Go out more often to relax and have a rest..."
Bo Yanzhou felt something was wrong the more he listened: "???"
His brows knitted together, his eyes darkened slightly, and his tone was slightly displeased: "Who are you prescribing this medicine for?"
Song Xingzhou pushed the list in front of him as a matter of course: "You!"
The man sneered at the words, somewhat incredulous: "He's rebellious, and I'm taking medicine?"
To put it simply, it means: "Whoever is sick should take medicine~"
"Uncle prescribed medicine for Daddy, that means~"
The kid dragged out his words, nestled in his brother's arms and twiddling his fingers. She shuddered, then realized what was happening and clutched her head in horror, howling, "Daddy is sick!??"
As soon as these words came out, Bo Shiyu couldn't help laughing out loud, and said sarcastically: "Zhuzhu, why are you telling me such a big truth? It's not like Dad doesn't understand, it's just that Dad doesn't want to admit it."
Bo Yanzhou, whose heart was pierced by both his daughter and son, said: "..."
He took a deep breath, threw the list that Song Xingzhou had stuffed into his hand away!
He turned around, snatched his daughter away and left!
Before leaving, he cursed Song Xingzhou: "Quack!"
Song Xingzhou, who had put in so much effort but received no reward, suddenly looked up and picked up the crumpled list. He quickly ran out the door, shaking his head and shouting, "Bo Yanzhou! What do you mean!?"
"I'm a doctor of medical psychology from Z University! I'm a doctor of clinical medicine and a master of traditional Chinese medicine! I'm an all-rounder! Do you think you can insult and trample on my dignity just because you're rich?!"
"I tell you that we are noble people..."
Before he could finish his words, the man who was walking quickly suddenly paused and stopped.
Song Xingzhou's eyes widened, and he quickly clung to the door frame to retreat.
He poked his head out and muttered to the passing doctors, "Don't forget to invest more in this project! As long as the money is in place, it doesn't matter whether I have dignity or not. You can trample on me as much as you want!"
The doctor who was passing by paused and looked at Song Xingzhou with a complicated expression.
Dean, you sound like you're talking about Mr. Bo's lover...
The man glanced at him with disgust and walked away.
After leaving the hospital, Bo Yanzhou threw away everything he had used and told his useless son to go back to school.
There is still a lot of things to do in the company, so he plans to go back and drop Zhuzhu off before returning to the company.
result...
Along the way, the little girl chattered non-stop, saying "pot, pot, pot, pot" with one hand and "pot, pot, pot, pot" with the other, her mouth full of "pot, pot, pot, pot, pot".
Bo Yanzhou counted carefully, fifty-six words of "guoguo" and one word of "baba"!
The only time Dad said that was when he said, "Daddy! Let's send Guoguo back to school!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Bo Yanzhou pinched her opening and closing duckling and said, "Pot, pot, pot! We have all kinds of pots in the kitchen. Which one do you want?"
"You little heartless guy, I'm your father, is he your father?"
The little dumpling blinked and said seriously: "I want my beautiful girl~"
Bo Yanzhou's anger subsided instantly.
The son looks like his father. No matter how useless the son is, he will still have some of his father's looks.
Even with his ugly appearance, he can be a beautiful woman's brother, then I...
The villain smiled confidently, rubbed Zhuzhu's little head, and asked expectantly: "You call your brother beautiful brother, then what do you call me?"
Little Dumpling didn't understand his father's twists and turns, so he answered very obediently: "My name is daddy~"
he:"???"
Why does the word "rebellious son" have a prefix that means he can only be a father!? ?
The man's eyes darkened, and with a gloomy face, he raised his hand and poked her small chest: "Then why do you call your brother beautiful brother and call me just daddy?"
"Why are you so biased at such a young age?"
Although his face was gloomy, his actions and the aggrieved words did not sound like the words of a villain who could make things happen with a flip of his hand.
017 was so happy that he almost ate shit: [Bo Yanzhou! You have come to this day! ! Human cubs are indeed incredibly powerful! ! !]
The little girl blinked and tilted her head in confusion: "Yes~"
"GuoGuo once said that people's hearts are all biased to the left, no one's heart is in the middle~"
Bo Yanzhou: "..."
It's my brother again...
At this moment, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed with a knife!
Perhaps because he noticed that his father's eyes were too resentful, the little boy shrank back and tried to think hard, using all his life's knowledge.
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