When the parents were speaking at the wedding, Wen Xia looked at Wen De holding the microphone and unable to speak, and couldn't help but lower her head and shed tears.

Qin Mo patted her on the back.

Wend looked at the people in the audience and said in a hoarse voice, "I am Wen Xia's father. Thank you very much for witnessing my daughter's wedding."

"Xia Xia is a good child. I thought she didn't know anything, but in fact, she knows everything. She is sensible enough to read my mood and comfort me."

"She is obviously the daughter and I am the father..." He paused here, seeming to be getting emotional.

Wen Xia raised her head to prevent her tears from falling and ruining her makeup. Wen De added, "I am here to wish you a smooth, healthy, peaceful and happy life."

Liu Anan and Jiang Yan, who were standing by, both cried when they heard this. They knew the relationship between Wen Xia and Wen De best.

Wen Xia finally couldn't hold back her tears, and her entire makeup was ruined.

The MC took the microphone and looked at the bride whose makeup was already tearful. "Bridal, do you have anything you want to say to your dad?" he handed over the microphone.

Wen Xia took the microphone after a long while and looked at Wende, whose eyes were also wet. "Dad, I love you. Thank you for your care over the years. Thank you for never giving up on me." After saying that, she turned her back and couldn't help sobbing.

Didn't give up on her.

Qin Mo patted her, then felt a little uncomfortable, "Wife, don't cry."

The MC added: "Dad, give your daughter a hug and comfort her."

When Wen De saw Wen Xia like this, he felt even more uncomfortable, but he restrained himself and stepped forward to gently hold Wen Xia's shoulders, "Xia Xia, don't cry."

Home will always be yours, and dad will always be behind you.

…

I was so moved at that time. After watching the wedding video, Wen Xia felt terrible. She was fine at the beginning, but at the end, her makeup was so smudged that she looked uglier than when she got the marriage certificate in her previous life.

She picked up the pillow and slapped Qin Mo next to her, "It's all your fault. You didn't wipe it for me. It's so ugly."

"Hurry up and ask the photographer to cut out the whole back part."

Innocent Qin Mo stared at his wife on TV. She was actually not ugly at all. "I have backed up a hundred copies."

Wen Xia: “…”

She stood up and pounced on him, strangling his neck, "Qin dog, delete it for me."

"No." Qin Mo hugged her and kissed her, then comforted her and said, "Wife, it's very beautiful."

"I can't see clearly anyway."

Wen Xia was a little less angry when she heard the first sentence, but she got even more angry when she heard the second sentence, "Qin dog, you're dead."

She reached out and tickled him, probably not even realizing where she was tickling.

Qin Mo's body stiffened for a moment, his eyes darkened a little, and the next second, he exhaled, "Wife, you woke up your little husband."

Wen Xia: “…”

She hurriedly stood up, but it was too late. She was pinned down by someone. "Wife, you have no conscience. Your husband has already said he wants it, but you are still running away."

Wen Xia: “…”

She quickly came up with an idea, "sin(a+b)=sinacosb+cosasinbsin(ab)=sinacosb-sinbcosa."

"cos(a+b)=cosacosb-sinasinbcos(ab)=cosacosb+sinasinb."

“tan(a+b)=(tana+tanb)/(1-tanatanb)tan(ab)=(tana-tanb)/(1+tanatanb)……”

In a hurry, I memorized the mathematical formulas.

Two angles sum formula.

Qin Mo: “…”

Fuck the two corners and the formula.

It affects his ability to give birth to the next generation.

He was amused, and looking at his wife who was still chattering on and on about math formulas, his romantic thoughts successfully faded away.

He hugged her and said, "Wife, keep reciting. If you make a mistake, accept the punishment."

Wen Xia: “…”

She raised her head and yelled, "Help! Someone is molesting me."

Qin Mo chuckled repeatedly, reached out and touched somewhere on her body, confirming the indecent assault.

Wen Xia: “…”

…

As soon as the summer vacation was over, Wen Xia began to play the role of class teacher. The school assigned her five classes, which were neither good nor bad.

Well, the school teacher sent someone, and she was assigned a music teacher to take music lessons.

Well, naturally, all of them were replaced by math classes.

This is what the school originally meant.

The students had lost all hope in life. Wen Xia sympathized with them for a moment, then started the math class.

Maybe it was the class teacher who had to give face to the class even if the students were unwilling to do so. After the first monthly exam, the average mathematics score of Class 5 was first among the parallel classes.

At the beginning of the month, the school issued a floating red flag to indicate the outstanding class group of the previous week.

Wen Xia went home and boasted about this to Qin Mo, then unceremoniously extended her hand, "Hubby, give me money, I want to buy something for my students."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. His wife had invested a lot of money in education and often bought rewards for students. Sometimes, she paid for things like brooms out of her own pocket.

As he typed on the keyboard, he said, "One yuan for calling me husband, and my wife will call me when she sees me."

Wen Xia: “…”

It used to be one hundred times, but now this guy has become stingy.

She felt uneasy, so she reached out to feel his trouser pocket, but there was nothing in it. Then she remembered that he had a wallet, so she immediately got up and went into the bedroom, took it out and pulled out a hundred dollars in front of the person involved.

She said proudly: "I won't take you for nothing, I just call you husband, husband."

Qin Mo raised his eyes to look at her and said lazily: "Don't you want to take more? Don't you want to buy clothes?"

"I got paid, I'm rich." Wen Xia patted her waist proudly, indicating that she was now a rich person, and then said: "I'll go out and buy chicken to stew tomorrow. You call my parents and ask them to come over for dinner tomorrow night."

Qin Mo nodded, then picked up the phone and called, "Mom, Xia Xia asked you to come over for dinner tomorrow. Um, bring her a few boxes of candy."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xia snorted, "Qin dog, don't always ask mom to bring me things. I feel embarrassed."

Having said that, she wasn't embarrassed at all.

In fact, Jiang Yu and Qin Ande are similar to Wendell. They always hope that their children will be more or less dependent on them.

Qin Mo typed a few words, "Come here."

Wen Xia said "Hmm?" with a confused look in her eyes.

The next second, Qin Mo said again: "Let your husband be closer."

Wen Xia: “…”

She said "disdainfully": "Believe it or not, I will make your lips thicker so that you can go to work with a sausage mouth tomorrow?"

However, Qin Mo did not have a sausage mouth, but she did.

The next day, office.

Teacher Li looked at Wen Xia, who was correcting homework with her head down, and said, "Teacher Wen, your mouth seems swollen. Is it because of an allergy?"

Wen Xia: “…”

She touched it awkwardly and said, "I'm allergic to mangoes."

"Have you seen a doctor?" Teacher Li asked with concern.

Wen Xia shook her head, "It's okay, it will go away."

The female teacher next to her, who was about her age, laughed and said, "Teacher Wen, I'm afraid you're not eating mangoes?"

Wen Xia: “…”

Teacher Li understood and glanced at Wen Xia. Well, they were newlyweds, so he understood. He understood.

She didn't know that they had been newlyweds for more than ten years.

In the afternoon, during the fourth self-study period, Wen Xia brought two bags of snacks into the classroom. The students clapped happily before she even said anything.

Wen Xia quickly raised her hand, "Don't shout, or you won't be able to eat when the dean comes."

The whole class immediately quieted down. Wen Xia smiled and then asked the students in the first row to distribute the snacks.

She stood on the stage and said, "Last week our class won the mobile red flag. This is an encouragement. I hope the students will keep up the good work."

The students agreed with great enthusiasm.

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