Did Yuan Tingchuan already realize that these two guys were planning a rebellion? He watched calmly, pretending not to know.
He invited the two little guys to eat in a normal tone. Du Ruo blinked and said, "Okay, let's talk after dinner."
After dinner, the two children were gesticulating in the living room, looking quite bossy. They were confident because they had skills, and their tone of voice revealed pride.
"Have you finished your homework?" Yuan Tingchuan's voice was the same as always.
Han Zhe waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's useless to write that. A scholar is useless. I decided not to write anymore in the future."
Yuan Tingchuan raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth. He really deserved a beating.
Yuan Shurui was still a little afraid of his own father, but when he thought about his current skills, he felt more confident.
"Let's not do the homework for now, shall we? We still have time to practice. We can do it after we finish practicing."
Du Ruo became angry after hearing this and couldn't help but step forward to pull the two boys' ears, but Yuan Tingchuan stopped her.
Signaling Du Ruo with his eyes not to rush, he said slowly, "It's okay to practice kung fu first, but I don't know how you two are doing."
The two brothers immediately gained confidence when this was mentioned.
This afternoon at the company, they defeated several masters. Such tall guys were knocked down by them with just three punches and two kicks. It was so impressive.
Han Zhe said proudly, "It's okay." In fact, he felt that he was invincible and could be considered a master.
Although Yuan Shurui vaguely knew that those people in the afternoon did not use their full strength, but even so, the skills they had were enough to protect themselves, right?
Yuan Tingchuan placed Du Ruo on the sofa and raised his eyebrows at her.
He stood up slowly, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. His movements were very graceful and his tone was very gentle: "You don't mind if I see your kung fu skills, right?"
Han Zhe was still a little thoughtful. He gently pulled Yuan Shurui's collar and asked, "Have you ever seen your father fighting with others?"
Yuan Shurui said speechlessly: "My dad studied finance, not martial arts. I haven't heard my dad speak loudly in all these years. If he knew martial arts, would he still have so many bodyguards around him?"
Han Zhe nodded in agreement. That's right. There are so many bodyguards at home. Mr. Yuan is always surrounded by people when he goes out, and the same goes for Ms. Du. He looked up at his weak mother and felt that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy.
Since they don't know kung fu, they don't have to be afraid. Although Mr. Yuan has the advantage in height, they both know kung fu, so it's okay.
Du Ruo sat on the sofa, holding back her laughter as she looked at the two naughty kids. They would be bright and cheerful with a little sunshine, but they deserved a beating.
But the battle was over in just one round. Both naughty kids were twisted by their arms and pressed on the sofa by Yuan Tingchuan, their little faces wrinkled and their teeth bared.
Yuan Tingchuan let go of his hand, reached out and patted the two children's cheeks, and said in a cold tone: "Come again."
The two naughty kids got up, took two steps back, and looked at each other.
Han Zhe's eyes drifted up and down: "Well, I think I should do my homework. I haven't finished it yet. I have to do two more today."
Yuan Shurui took Han Zhe's hand and said, "Why don't we go back and write now?"
The two naughty kids ran away, leaving only Mr. Yuan standing there holding his wrist. Du Ruo smiled and threw herself into his arms, holding his cheeks and rubbing them.
"Mr. Yuan is so impressive, he really has great skills. I admire him."
Yuan Tingchuan smiled, put his arm around her waist, and kissed her forehead with a smile in his eyes.
Naughty kids just need some training. We must never encourage bad habits and must suppress them in a timely manner.
The ambitions of the two naughty kids were suppressed, their tails drooped, and they went to do their homework on time with sad faces.
Han Zhe was still very puzzled.
"Your dad knows kung fu, don't you know?"
Yuan Shurui was a bit bewildered. He had always heard people talk about his father, but no one had ever mentioned that he was a good fighter. He only knew that his father was good at making money, but he had never seen him fight. How could he know?
Han Zhe waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's not your fault. I know you and your dad are not familiar with each other. It's normal that you don't know."
These words were quite hurtful. Yuan Shurui immediately looked sad and depressed. His friend was right. He was not familiar with his father before.
Han Zhe patted his shoulder comfortingly and said, "Don't be sad. I'm not familiar with my dad. I've even forgotten what he looks like. Well, just forget it. It's not important."
After hearing what he said, Yuan Shurui reached out and hugged his friend's shoulders. They were really in the same boat and it wasn't easy for both of them.
The two brothers have been working late into the night to catch up on their studies. They have been so focused on practicing kung fu lately that they haven't paid attention to this. When they reached out to flip through the papers, there were still so many of them, and they all had bitter faces.
As Yuan Shurui was writing, a thought suddenly occurred to him: actually, it was not bad for him to not be close to his father before, as he didn't have to make up for his homework...
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