Song Yingying turned her head and looked at Zhao Weidong angrily with a look of resentment.
Zhao Weidong naturally would not respond to Zhao Xiaobei's words, but instead noticed that Zhao Xiaobei was holding a test paper and a pencil in his hand.
He fake coughed a few times, "Ahem, Xiaobei, do you want an autograph first?"
Zhao Xiaobei nodded.
Normal homework in school does not require parents' signatures, but every time the test results are released, they must be signed.
The news that Wang Dazhuang scored 36 points today and Zhao Xiaobei scored 10 points had spread throughout the compound. Even though Huang Guixiang was pregnant, she still got angry and took Wang Dazhuang home by the ear. I'm afraid they would have to eat a meal of "Stir-fried Bamboo Shoots with Pork".
The test paper worth 36 points must be signed, and the test paper worth 10 points also needs to be signed.
Zhao Xiaobei forgot to answer the phone when he was doing his homework, so he knocked on the door.
Zhao Weidong reached out to take the test paper and pencil from Zhao Xiaobei, but Zhao Xiaobei refused to let go.
He pursed his lips slightly, but didn't hand it to Zhao Weidong.
Zhao Weidong looked confused. The kid came to ask for an autograph, so why didn't he give it to him?
Song Yingying was more careful and pushed Zhao Weidong, "Move aside, I'll sign."
This time it was Song Yingying's turn to reach out, and Zhao Xiaobei immediately gave the test paper and pencil to Song Yingying.
Song Yingying raised her eyebrows with a look of pride in her eyes.
Zhao Weidong finally realized that he was disliked by both his wife and son.
He never went to school as a child. He learned how to write and read in a military night school, and his handwriting was not very good.
Zhao Xiaobei was afraid of hurting Zhao Weidong's self-esteem, so he pursed his lips and said nothing. In fact, he liked Song Yingying's elegant handwriting. When he saw her handwriting on the test paper, he could tell his classmates that it was his mother's signature.
Although Zhao Weidong was disliked, he did not feel sad. After all, his wife's handwriting was also an honor for him.
He also worked hard and turned sideways, leaning his shoulder on Song Yingying.
Song Yingying put the test paper on Zhao Weidong's shoulder, signed her name on the test paper, and then handed it to Zhao Xiaobei.
"Xiaobei, this is for you."
Zhao Xiaobei took a look and smiled with satisfaction.
He put away the test paper and pencil and walked out.
Zhao Xiaobei turned around and said, "Don't worry about eating, I will help you close the door."
"No——" Song Yingying retorted subconsciously.
Zhao Xiaobei frowned strangely and asked in confusion, "No? Can't I help you close the door?"
But don’t they have to hide and eat secretly?
Song Yingying hesitated for a moment, gave up struggling, and nodded, "...Xiaobei, close the door, go to bed early, good night."'
"Good night, Dad. Good night, Mom."
Zhao Xiaobei was definitely the most sensible child, and he helped Song Yingying and Zhao Weidong close the door.
As for what was being eaten in the room, he had no idea.
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Three days later, Zhao Weidong used his new salary and allowance to buy Song Yingying her first bicycle so that she could ride it to the hospital conveniently without having to take the crowded public transportation. He took practical actions to show his support for Song Yingying's career.
A week later, Song Yingying wore new clothes, rode the bicycle Zhao Weidong gave her, and went out to work.
Jiang Nian and Yang Gaihua stood in front of the gate of the courtyard, watching Song Yingying's figure move away little by little until it finally disappeared. Then the two turned around and went back to the courtyard.
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(Family members, the relationship between Song Yingying and Zhao Weidong is a bit like a cool and elegant beauty and her rough man. Although Song Yingying is devoted to reading sage books, when the young couple is alone, it is always Song Yingying who takes the initiative~ 䗽萌䗽萌~)
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