The villain husband raises ginseng online

Chapter 61 The school grass's first love 61

"Then, please come inside, Ms. Sun." Seeing that Guo Yulian was about to jump, Wen Siqiang could only block her, and then invited Sun Hong and Mr. Zhu into the house together.

In the past two years, Guo Yulian has become more and more used to enjoyment, so she hired an aunt at home.

Now that I'm at home, I'm not afraid that no one will entertain me.

Guo Yulian was upset, but seeing Wen Siqiang, she had to suppress it.

"What a troublemaker." Guo Yulian said angrily behind her, but she didn't dare to speak out.

After all, it is not good to let the people in front hear it.

"Last night, after classmate Wen Ling came home, he found that he couldn't enter the house. Is this the case, Mr. Wen?" After Sun Hong sat down, she was not in a hurry to drink the tea that Aunt Wen's family handed over, and smiled. I asked first.

When Wen Siqiang heard this, he was immediately annoyed, and cursed inwardly.

Then he smiled and said, "Where is it? This kid is always lying. Did he forget to bring the key again, so he lied and said that he couldn't enter the house?"

As soon as Mr. Zhu heard this, he wanted to go up to Wen Siqiang directly.

Fortunately, Sun Hong stopped him.

"Mr. Wen, the news I saw is not like this." Sun Hong said while showing him the video provided by Wen Ling.

After reading it, Wen Siqiang's face turned green.

He never expected that Wen Ling would also record a short video.

"You child, what kind of mood are you getting into? I'm just afraid that you won't be able to live in the dormitory. Why do you make such a fuss when you go home?" Wen Siqiang wanted to preemptively strike, so he took the initiative to speak without waiting for Sun Hong to ask more questions.

This was to force Wen Ling to agree. He kindly helped her get out of bed, but she lost her temper and didn't want to go home.

"What did Dad say? Yesterday I knocked on the door for more than ten minutes, and the doorbell rang, but you didn't open it. There were laughter and laughter in the living room at that time. It's not that there is no one in the house. Why do you blame me for losing your temper?" In the end, Wen Ling was not as scared as he imagined, sitting next to Teacher Zhu, speaking innocently.

In a word, the content is not much, but the amount of information is great.

Wen Siqiang almost died of anger.

"You..." Wen Siqiang didn't want to lose face in front of outsiders, especially now that there was a teacher sitting in front of him.

I want to train Wenling, but it's even worse to train in front of others.

"Mr. Wen, children do have rebellious periods, but Wen Ling has always been a well-behaved child. Although his academic performance is average, his character is not a problem. Even if your family treats them differently, this is still too much for a child. As Wen Ling's teacher, I always have to say a few words..." Teacher Zhu is really a teacher, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he gave a long speech, which almost broke Wen Siqiang.

"You child, what are you making a fuss about? When you knocked on the door, everyone was talking, and they couldn't hear you clearly, so they wouldn't knock for a while longer?" Wen Siqiang still wanted to put the blame on Wen Ling at this moment.

After pushing it, I still don't forget to diss: "Also, I don't study well. Are you playing with the family's money at school every day?"

"That's because of you, Dad. When I was a child, my academic performance was better than Wenyu's. You just accused me, refused to let me eat, and locked me in the warehouse. I can't help it. Compared with studying, I want to Live." After Wen Ling finished speaking, she began to wipe away tears.

It looked quite calm just now, but now I am excited, and my eyes are starting to turn red.

When Mr. Zhu heard it, his blood pressure started to rise.

What kind of parents are these?

Just because Wen Ling's grades are better than Wen Yu's, so the family started to suppress?

No wonder Wen Ling, a child with such a poor foundation, has no intention of studying.

(End of this chapter)