Wend paused and said seriously, "Xia Xia is a girl, so she will suffer more than boys. Uncle hopes you can think about Xia Xia, which is also for your own sake."

"Once you have your own abilities, I will not control you or interfere with you."

"May I?"

The last sentence "Is it okay?" was obviously out of respect for Qin Mo, or perhaps considering Wen Xia's feelings.

Winder has indeed considered many aspects regarding his daughter's premature love. He struggled for a long time from his initial disapproval to his current agreement.

"Uncle Wen, don't worry, I won't do anything that I shouldn't do." Qin Mo met his gaze without dodging or evading, and assured him guiltily.

Winder nodded, "Okay."

The two didn't say anything else after that.

When Wen Xia came over, Qin Mo took the bowl from her hand and said, "I'm going back to the classroom first. You take me around the school."

Wen Xia nodded, then hugged Wen De's arm affectionately, "Dad, I'll take you to see the display board. Hehe, I'm on it."

"But the photo makes me look fat. I don't look good at all. I'm really ugly."

In the second photo frame showing outstanding students, the girl was beaming with youthful smiles. Winder’s expression softened a little, “She looks good.”

He suddenly said "beautiful", and Wen Xia didn't react yet. It took her more than ten seconds to realize that he was complimenting her on her beautiful photo.

Suddenly she felt sad and wanted to cry, because these were all things she had missed.

She suppressed the sadness in her heart, smiled and shook her head, saying, "Because I look like my father."

Because I look like my dad.

This sentence touched the softest part of Wen De's heart. Ever since Wen Xia was born, everyone said that she looked like Liu Yan.

In fact, he also wanted to hear others say that Xia Xia looked like him.

Because Xia Xia is also his daughter.

His only daughter.

…

On the balcony of the Rocket Class, the boy looked at the girl in a white sweater going upstairs. He raised his eyebrows and turned to walk towards the stairs.

Wen Xia went up one flight of stairs and saw Qin Mo coming down. She asked, "Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go? To pick up my wife." Qin Mo blinked at her.

Wen Xia hummed in satisfaction and took his arm. "What did Dad say just now?"

"Let me behave myself."

Qin Mo shrugged innocently, "I've been very well behaved, otherwise I would have a child by now."

Wen Xia: “…”

She somehow felt that this was the truth.

I looked through the things that Winder brought one by one. In addition to the fruits, there were also two thick coats and pants.

The clothes were all brand new, but they had obviously been washed and still smelled like home laundry detergent.

Wen Xia's nose began to feel sore again. She took out her clothes and put them on herself, and she immediately felt much warmer.

She accidentally touched her pocket and felt something, and when she did, she found several hundred-dollar bills.

Her eyes gradually misted over, then she put the money back into her pocket and turned to look out the window.

The more she understood the fatherly love that Winder had given her, the more she blamed herself and felt sad. She wondered how he had managed to survive when he was divorced and didn't love his daughter.

Qin Mo noticed her mood, moved over with his stool, tilted his head and looked at her, "Wife, let your husband perform magic for you."

"My husband is here." She said and blinked.

Wen Xia's eyes were full of tears because of what he said. She couldn't help laughing. She turned around and bumped into his chest. "I'm your wife, here I come."

Qin Mo chuckled and reached out to touch her head, "I see, you are worthy of being the invincible little fairy in the universe."

Pan Sen turned his head silently, and Huo Qiu looked out the window, not wanting to look at anything inappropriate.

I refuse to feed you dog food.

In the afternoon, after the math teacher finished explaining all the questions, he left a "cruel" sentence: "Collect the notes from these two classes after the self-study class."

Most of the students screamed in disbelief, “Ah?”

The math teacher ignored their screams, picked up the textbook and went back to the office. He half-jokingly said to Zhou Gang who had just returned to the office, "Teacher Zhou, I have taught your class a lesson."

"They don't listen carefully in class, they wander around, and they still don't listen even after I remind them several times, so I ask them to hand in their notes after the self-study class."

Zhou Gang smiled and said straightforwardly: "Go ahead and teach them a lesson. These students just deserve a lesson."

I act like I'm not angry.

When he got to the classroom, he immediately changed his expression. He slapped the blackboard brush with a stern face, waited until the classroom was quiet, and stared at the students in the classroom: "Do you have hemorrhoids on your butt? Can't sit steadily? Do you want me to use 502 to stick your butts to the bench!"

"You don't want to study every day. Do you want to go outside and enjoy the cool breeze? If you like the breeze so much, I will take you to the playground to study tomorrow morning and see if you can calm down and study."

After saying a lot of things, he walked out of the classroom angrily.

Gradually, tiny sounds began to appear in the quiet classroom.

Pan Sen turned around and said anxiously, "Cousin, please help me. Lend me your notes so I can copy them."

Don't ask him why he didn't borrow from Qin Mo. Qin Mo is a pervert. He always abbreviates his notes. Even if the notes are very long, he always finishes them in two or three rows.

He copied it once and was immediately discovered by the math teacher, who made him copy it twenty times as punishment.

Wen Xia reached into the drawer, quickly took it out and handed it to him.

Although Pan Sen already knew that Wen Xia took Qin Mo's prize notebook to take notes, he couldn't help but feel jealous when he saw that Wen Xia was holding the notebook that won the first prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad.

He is really ugly now.

The thing he had always dreamed of becoming, so easily, a notebook in someone else's hands.

It’s really frustrating to compare yourself with others.

Wen Xia felt like he was going to eat the notebook, and hesitated to take it back. Before she could do anything, Pan Sen howled, "I don't want to live anymore."

"If you don't want to live, go stand on the balcony."

Zhou Gang sneaked in from the back door at some point and stared at him with an unhappy look on his face.

Pan Sen looked at him: "..."

This would be like not wanting to live anymore.

He turned back with the "first prize" notebook and began to take notes honestly.

Wen Xia wanted to laugh unkindly. She held up half of her face with her left hand and smiled slightly.

After Zhou Gang looked at Pan Sen for half a minute, he spoke to Qin Mo in a friendly manner, "How are your studies going recently?"

"Not bad." Qin Mo glanced at his wife who was grinning, and a smile appeared on his face.

"That's good." Zhou Gang nodded.

The closer he got to the college entrance examination, the more worried he became about Qin Mo, fearing that he would not be able to keep his composure.

Well, without an outstanding student, it will be difficult for him to be evaluated as an excellent teacher.

Ten minutes before the evening self-study class, Zhou finally left the classroom. Pan Sen breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "You scared me to death."

"Teacher Zhou is here."

Huo Qiu scared him, and Pansen immediately became an ostrich.

Huoqiu laughed out loud without any hesitation.

The whole class looked over, and Pan Sen turned around and cursed him, "Qiuzi, fuck your uncle."

"My uncle is in the ground, just go ahead." Huo Qiu didn't care at all.

When Wen Xia heard this, she couldn't help laughing out loud, and her eyes curved into crescents.

Qin Mo came closer to her, his eyes slightly raised: "Do you want to fuck Qin Mo?"

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