Wen Xia tilted her head and squinted at him, looking as if she was about to say something shocking, "It's okay if it's not yours?"

Qin Mo looked at her dimly, and finally reached out and held her in his arms, "Hmm? Does my wife say it's okay?"

Without waiting for Wen Xia to answer, he lowered his head and bit her lips a little harder, "Okay, give it a try!"

"I make you beg for mercy every night."

Wen Xia: “…”

This guy must have sneaked a peek at her novels quite a few times, and he can even say the common phrases in such domineering CEO novels.

She was about to say something when she caught a glimpse of Winder at the door. Before she could react, Winder walked away in silence, probably because he was afraid of affecting their next move. "..."

She pushed Qin Mo away with a red face and whispered, "I told you, don't kiss me at home."

Qin Mo steadied himself and shrugged his shoulders pretending to be wronged, "Not at home, not outside, when will you ask for it?"

"Never at any time!" Wen Xia grinned, then didn't discuss it with him and walked out quickly.

Qin Mo followed closely behind, "Don't want it? I want it."

The next second, he saw Winder who was about to enter the bedroom, "..."

He calmly continued: "I want to buy you clothes."

Wen Xia: “…”

She looked at him, held out her hand and said, "Take the money."

His wife took advantage of the situation to rob him of his pocket money. Qin Mo: "..."

He took out the last three hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to her.

Wend took a look, went into the bedroom, and came out soon, taking out a dozen red bills and handing them to Wen Xia.

"Buy it."

After saying that, he turned and went into the bedroom, glancing at Qin Mo before leaving.

Qin Mo: “…”

His father-in-law probably "disliked" him for being poor.

The next day, when Wen Xia was still asleep, Wen De gave him two thousand and said, "If you don't have money, just tell me."

Qin Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Dad, no, I don't need much money. My salary is enough for me."

"Take it." Wend paused, then said, "Xia Xia is just unsafe, that's why she restricted your use of money."

"Dad, I asked Xia Xia to take care of me." Qin Mo felt it necessary to "clear the name" of his wife, and he added, "Dad, I like Xia Xia to take care of me."

Winder glanced at him, said nothing more, and went to work.

Qin Mo handed two thousand to Wen Xia and asked her to return it to Wen De. Wen Xia took out one thousand and gave it to him, "This month's pocket money is not enough to report back home."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Wife, take it to buy clothes, otherwise you will be "humph humph" again."

Wen Xia hummed a few times.

Probably, Wend asked Xu Qiong what they should pay attention to when having a baby. Xu Qiong called her in the evening and tactfully told her how to get pregnant faster and what not to eat.

Wen Xia felt that her phone was too hot, so she handed it directly to Qin Mo and asked him to study on his own.

As for actual combat, this guy doesn't dare.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be talking dirty in front of her all the time.

…

After passing the assessment, the school assigned Wen Xia to teach mathematics in two classes, both for first-year high school students, but one was a parallel class and the other was an experimental class.

She finally understood Cao Jun's "different" treatment back then. He was smiling in class with the first class, but in his own class, his face was so serious that ink could drip out.

It’s a different experience to have classes in these two classes. Although they are not very large, they are quite irritating.

Students in the experimental class can basically listen to the lectures independently. A small number of students in the parallel class listen to the lectures seriously, while most of them are absent-minded and play games.

They either use books to block their positions or hide under the table, thinking that the teacher can't see them.

Wen Xia saw everything. This is what the teacher meant by standing from this position on the podium. I know whatever little movements you make.

really.

She saw it at a glance, she read it again and again, and the third time she couldn't help but put the book down.

Maybe it means that if she doesn't say it, she will be unhappy, but if she says it, they will be unhappy.

She criticized with a serious expression: "Put away your cell phones and novels!"

"Is the game fun? Is the novel interesting? Wait three or four years and you'll know if it's really fun and interesting."

"You are a teenager now, not a kid anymore. You should understand some truths. Why should you study? It's for your own sake and for your future life."

"Is it difficult to attend classes? Just try to feel your parents' daily work and you will know how comfortable life is now..."

She talked for several minutes, and finally said seriously: "Students, study hard, and you will find out the importance of it in a few years."

"You can play anytime, and you can play in a few years, but learning won't wait for you. After these few years, when it's the best time to study, it will be hard to pick it up again."

She suddenly got angry, which frightened the whole class, and they pretended to listen to the lecture attentively for the rest of the class.

Why do I say "on the surface"? Because these students had very confused eyes. Wen Xia sighed several times in her heart.

Suddenly I wanted to pull someone's ears.

She left the classroom and sent this message to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo immediately responded: Go home and catch them.

When she returned to the office, the head teacher of the next class looked up at her and said, "Xiao Wen, were you angry just now?"

She smiled and comforted him, "You'll get used to it."

"Each generation of students is more difficult to teach. In the past, students had to rely on the school and teachers, but now teachers rely on students."

…

Wen Xia is a teacher at Jiazhong, and Liu Anan’s institution is also being renovated. She has passed the postgraduate entrance examination and is now studying at school.

Zhao Zichuan passed the postgraduate entrance examination and the lawyer examination.

Jiang Yan followed Zhou Qing and found a clerical job in a company in the city. The salary was not bad, four thousand yuan, five insurances and one fund, and subsidized accommodation.

Although the three have never met, they "report" each other's movements in the group every day. However, they are all very busy and can only chat for a few minutes at most.

Among Qin Mo's roommates in high school, six are studying for a master's degree.

Wu Bo did not go to school like Qin Mo. His family used to run a small supermarket in the county town, right next to the entrance of the junior high school.

He went home and renovated the store, turning the small supermarket into a student study area similar to a library.

Half of it sells information, and the other half is used to set up tables and chairs for students to read and do homework.

The bar also sells hot drinks such as beverages.

This kind of cross-business has a very good effect. I heard that on the first day of opening, the company sold a thousand yuan just by selling information.

When he opened his business, she and Qin Mo didn't have time to go, so they took some time off that day and a group of high school classmates made an appointment to go to his library.

Wu Bo is currently explaining a problem to someone, and he looks more human-like than before.

Wen Xia only looked for three seconds before her head was "gently twisted" by a big hand. Facing Qin Mo's face, she giggled and said, "I'm blind."

Qin Mo: “…”

Pan Sen unceremoniously made a few cups of hot milk at the bar for Wu Qin and the other girls.

When Wu Bo came over, Huo Qiu leaned against the bar and joked, "Boss Wu, we provide one-stop service."

Wu Bo's eyebrows twitched. "Of course not. I have received the money. Are you a group of people trying to blackmail me?"

Quan Qiang nodded and said, "Good to know. Let's have seafood hotpot."

"No, let Qin Erdai treat me. He is richer than me. Not to mention treating me, he can even buy it." Wu Bo pretended to be unwilling.

A group of people immediately looked at the invisible rich second generation, and the "rich second generation" raised his eyebrows, "I don't care about money, the money is with my wife."