Wen Xia heard it all and the corner of her mouth twitched. Gossip focuses on the main point, but how can learning not focus on the main point?

If they were her students, they would all be punished by copying English compositions.

The three boys reacted belatedly and looked over here at the same time. The boy in the white short-sleeved shirt scratched his head and said, "I was wondering why the name sounds so familiar. It turns out to be Wen Xia."

Wen Xia: “…”

What do you mean it turns out to be that Wen Xia?

The boy who had just spoken said in surprise, "She looks too young. I thought she was only 17 or 18 years old, but she is already in her twenties."

Wen Xia was shocked by the second half of the sentence: "..."

What do you mean by "I didn't expect to be in my twenties"? Are twenties a very old age?

Teacher Wen, don’t be angry. Don’t be angry with these little bean sprouts.

After class, Qin Mo saw his wife pouting and looking unhappy. He took her schoolbag, then touched her head and asked tentatively, "Were you criticized?"

"How is that possible? I'm a good student."

Wen Xia bared her teeth at him, then glanced at the few "little bean sprouts" walking away in front of her, as if she wanted to teach them a lesson, "Those little bean sprouts said that I'm old and they have too little homework."

Qin Mo was amused by her last sentence. Facing his wife's deathly gaze, he quickly comforted her: "It's okay, the rest is trivial."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit twice by Wen Xia. She said angrily, "You are big, you have a big head."

A pissed-off wife is similar to a pissed-off cat, both fierce and cute.

Asking for marriage.

Asking for a hug.

Ask for it.

"I'm big, my head is big, my whole body is big."

Qin Mo followed her words and Wen Xia's eyes widened again. He shrugged innocently and said, "Wife, am I wrong?"

Wen Xia: “…”

She bared her teeth and said, "You are small everywhere in my opinion."

…

Wen Zhamao saw two new bags when she got home and was immediately pleased, "Honey, did you really buy me a bag?"

These two bags have been in her shopping cart for more than a month, and the total cost is nearly ten thousand.

She was originally struggling over which one to buy. After all, she wasn't a wealthy woman and couldn't spend thousands or tens of thousands of dollars without feeling bad.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. If he has a bag, he is the husband. If he doesn't have a bag, he is Qin Gougou.

My wife has serious double standards.

Wen Xia carefully touched the bag, then suddenly reached out to touch Qin Mo's trouser pocket, touching the left and then the right. She "interrogated" him, "Where is the private money hidden?"

Where does this guy get so much money? He has already handed it over to the national treasury, but he can still buy a bag with it. This is not right.

Qin Mo acted like a good husband. He stood up and let her search. He smiled and said, "Honey, feel carefully. It might be inside the clothes. Feel it."

Wen Xia: “…”

Pervert!

She was not fooled and quickly withdrew her hand.

Qin Mo looked regretful and said, "Don't search anymore. Maybe there are tens of thousands of dollars under my clothes."

"With just a few pounds of meat like you, you still want to hide tens of thousands? A few hundred would be good enough." Wen Xia smiled and snorted.

His wife didn't fall for it, so Qin Mo stopped teasing her. He sat down lazily and explained, "There was a bag that my dad paid for."

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No wonder this bag looks better and better the more I look at it, it turns out that my dad bought it for me."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, a little dissatisfied, "Huh? The one my husband bought doesn't look good?"

"Anyway, it's not as good-looking as what Dad bought. What Dad bought is the best-looking."

Wen Xia blinked, picked up the two bags and went back to the bedroom, carefully placing them in the closet.

The closet at home was not big and there was no more space, so she had to squeeze Qin Mo's clothes aside.

Qin Mo leaned against the door, looked at her expensive bag, and pushed his clothes into the corner, "Wife, my suit costs 3,800 yuan, and ironing it costs 100 yuan."

Having said that, the tone was indeed smiling.

Liu Anan was right in her previous life. Wen Xia's temperament was spoiled by Qin Mo.

"I'll iron it for you." Wen Xia wasn't embarrassed at all.

Qin Mo nodded "reluctantly" and said, "Okay, but I'll charge you some interest and a kiss." He bent down and motioned for her to kiss him.

Perhaps because the two of them were talking, they didn't notice Winder coming in.

Wen Xia glanced behind him and patted Qin Mo as a reminder, "Dad."

Qin Mo thought she was teasing him, so he chuckled, "Wife, you want to scare me? It's not even six o'clock now."

Wen Xia: “…”

She couldn't help but point behind him and said, "Look, I can't scare you to death."

Qin Mo wanted to see what she was up to, so he turned his head to look, and met his father-in-law's serious gaze, "..."

His lazy body suddenly stood up straight and said politely, "Dad."

Winder withdrew his gaze, said "hmm", then turned and left.

It seems a bit of an eyesore.

Qin Mo: “…”

Seeing that this guy behaved himself, Wen Xia smiled unkindly, patted his chest, and said proudly: "Qin Saosao, walking on the night road for a long time is better than encountering ghosts. Now you know how powerful it is."

Qin Mo: “…”

…

Qin Mo's parents were not at home, so Wend took them, as well as the Luo family's mother and son, to have a hotpot meal together.

They hardly talked while eating. Wendell was not a talkative guy, and Qin Mo rarely talked outside either.

Wen Xia and Luo Yan occasionally chatted a few words, and the atmosphere was pretty good.

When it was time to pay, Qin Mo took out his phone to pay, and Wend took out his phone and said, "Keep it."

Keep that little money you have.

Qin Mo understood, "..."

Wen Xia smiled unceremoniously, then stepped in between the two of them and handed three hundred to the waiter, "Cash."

"Take it from me." Winder felt that his two children were still in school and had no jobs, so he should spend as little money as possible.

"Dad, I have money. Qin Mo just paid his salary."

Wen Xia smiled and patted his pocket, then said to the waiter, "Pay the bill."

The waiter thought it was more convenient to accept cash, so he took Wen Xia's money.

After leaving the restaurant, Wen De and the others first sent Luo Yan and Ning Yan home. On the way, Wen Xia remembered something and took Luo Yan's arm and said, "Aunt Luo, come to my house for dinner the day after tomorrow. I'll cook for you."

Wend’s birthday is the day after tomorrow. He will be 46 years old.

Luo Yan thought it was just a normal meal, and she didn't want to trouble Wen Xia, "Forget it, you still have classes, I'll buy some food the day after tomorrow."

"Recently, I went to hand out flyers at the end of the school day. There were a lot of flyers, and I finished them in an hour. The day before yesterday, a few people went with me to the organization to sign up, and the organization said they would give me a 200 yuan reward."

"I should be able to get it tomorrow, then I'll buy some clams and stir-fry green peppers."

Wen Xia smiled and shook her head, "I'll take a day off the day after tomorrow."

"What are you doing?" Luo Yan heard her say that, obviously she was going to do something.

Wen Xia glanced at Wen De and said with a smile, "It's my dad's birthday, let's have a simple meal together to make it more lively."

In fact, she wanted to bring Luo Yan and Wendell together, but she didn't do it intentionally.

Let it be.

"Birthday?"

Luo Yan subconsciously glanced at Wend, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll come early to help you then."

…

The next day, the 18th, was the day for the high school class eight reunion.

Wen Xia got up early in the morning, took a shower and washed her hair, then looked for clothes in the closet. After finding clothes, she put on makeup.