The president's sky-high priced wife

Chapter 92
Since Jiang Beibei became pregnant, Shangguan Ye persuaded Jiang Beibei to go home to raise the baby, and he came back early every day to accompany his little wife.

Shangguan Ye just got off work today, when he saw his petite wife sitting by the sofa, looking at something seriously, he couldn't help asking: "Beibei, what are you looking at?"

"Pregnancy education, you don't understand even if you tell me." Jiangbei Beibei said directly without raising his head.

Seeing his wife's serious attitude, Shangguan Ye strode forward, hugged Bei Bei in his arms, and told Uncle Wang to eat.

Uncle Wang in the distance looked at the two embracing each other, and sighed for a moment. Half a year ago, the young master was still fickle, impulsive and irritable, cold and gloomy all day long. Since he married the young wife, the young master has really changed a little bit.It's all right now, Shangguan's family is going to have a baby soon, thinking of this, Uncle Wang's old face showed a smile, but there are a lot of wrinkles, it looks like a chrysanthemum.

Shangguan Ye sat down and saw a pile of books such as "Ten Essential Qualities of a Good Mother" and "Rules for Early Pregnancy Education" piled up on the sofa, his eyes twitched, and he said helplessly, "Beibei, you don't have to be so nervous. "

After he finished speaking, he found that Jiang Beibei raised his head straight up, and those almond-like eyes stared straight at him, as if to express whether you don't love children.

"I love you the most, followed by the child, everything else has nothing to do with me!"

When Shangguan Ye saw her staring at her, he knew what she was about to ask, so he quickly answered and heaved a sigh of relief. Ever since Jiang Beibei became pregnant, he was sensitive and cried a lot, so he could only coax him every day.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. In the past, there was a woman every day, and the person who set up strange rules. Was it really Shangguan Ye?

Before he finished expressing his feelings, he heard the pregnant woman Jiang Beibei coughing and saying earnestly: "Recently I read a book, and it said that pregnancy education should be done as early as possible, and you should listen to more poems or songs that cultivate your sentiments, and the book also said During pregnancy, mothers think more about the baby they give birth to, and the baby is also smart and studious."

Shangguan Ye listened carefully while drinking water.

Jiang Beibei saw that Shangguan Ye didn't agree with him and just listened carefully. He snorted and continued: "I studied business administration in college, but I have liked poetry since I was a child, so I plan to pick up poetry again, learn to make poetry, and think about teaching. Baby."

Shangguan Ye saw that the corners of Jiang Beibei's mouth twitched after he finished speaking. Thinking of the poem on the bedside table last night, he felt that he might have to be pondered a lot.

But seeing that Jiang Beibei's small face didn't get a satisfactory answer, he became more and more dissatisfied, Shangguan Ye immediately said: "Beibei is right, I will find someone to help you appreciate it."

Jiang Beibei, who received a satisfactory answer, showed a complacent expression on his small face.

"Don't move!" During the meal, Jiang Beibei immediately stopped Shangguan Ye from reaching out to the fish soup.

"Don't you like it? Beibei." Shangguan Ye, who thought Jiang Beibei couldn't stand the smell of fish, asked eagerly.

I saw Jiang Beibei's eyes glowing, and then said with his bright red mouth: "I got inspired when I saw this fish, and now I plan to write a poem, and I will eat it after appreciating it."

Sensing that something was wrong, Shangguan Ye immediately called Uncle Wang, and saw Jiang Beibei showing a puzzled look, "The more people there are, the more opinions there will be. Uncle Wang also graduated from a prestigious university back then, so he can help you appreciate poems."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Beibei showed a satisfied smile to Shangguan Ye.

Uncle Wang who was called here always felt that something big was about to happen.

"The fish soup is clear and clear, the fish are swimming." After finishing speaking, Jiang Beibei walked around the fish soup for two steps, rolled his eyes, and said a few more words, "If you ask what is fragrant, it must be fish soup!"

Uncle Wang was dumbfounded at this moment, and the corner of Shangguan Ye's mouth couldn't help twitching. When he saw Jiang Beibei was about to turn around, he immediately smiled and said, "Beibei's poem is really good. Qing Youqing is very neat, and it's very neat. The next two sentences are really the finishing touch."

When Uncle Wang heard what Shangguan Ye said, he couldn't help being even more stunned. He woke up when he saw Jiang Beibei turn around and called Uncle Wang a few times. His poems are naturally good."

Satisfied with the praise, Jiang Beibei ate a meal quietly.

"Still asleep?" Shangguan Ye, who had just entered the bedroom, found that his petite wife was still awake, walked over and patted his little wife's head and said softly.

"Tomorrow, let's invite Jingchen and Duanmusen to dinner. I heard that Duanmusen majored in Chinese at University, so I want to ask him a few lines of poetry." Jiang Beibei looked at Shangguan Ye and said excitedly.

Shangguan Ye refused to agree, and hugged Jiang Beibei straight into the bed, and finally couldn't bear Jiang Beibei's acting like a baby, and called two friends over to have a dinner together.

Unbeknownst to the two, a torture is approaching.

Both of them came to Shangguan's house that day,

Jing Chen said happily when he saw Shangguan Ye walking behind. "Shangguan, why did you think of inviting us to dinner today, but you are still at home. I heard that you are going to be a father now, so you didn't come to see us. Today, I want to feed you well."

"It's Beibei. She heard that Mori University is from the Department of Chinese and the president of a certain poetry club. She insisted on inviting him to come and discuss with him." Shangguan Ye said calmly. No one knew. He recently heard Jiang Beibei Reciting poetry is a kind of torture.

"You guys are here." Jiang Beibei, who had resigned and raised her baby at home, looked very energetic now. When she saw Duan Musen, a bright light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Then he happily welcomed the two back home.

During the meal, Jiang Beibei proposed to discuss poetry with Duan Musen. Duan Musen was surprised at first, then smiled and said, "That's good, but if you lose later, don't blame me for not letting you."

"I can't lose." Jiang Beibei said confidently.

"Well then, it's up to you to decide the proposition." Duanmulei also said confidently.

"Then take this apple."

After a while, Duan Musen was about to recite a poem, when Jiang Beibei suddenly said, "I thought of it!"

Duanmulei was surprised at first, then showed a free and easy smile, and said: "Then Beibei will talk first!"

Jiangbei and Beihui smile and recite poems seriously

"The apple is big and round, the cheek is red and round,

Apples are sweet and crisp, grapes are sour and soft,
An apple is like a face, but not like a grape,
You ask why, I don't know either! "

After chanting the poem, Jiang Beibei stared at Duanmu Sen with a smile, and said to him, "Please!"

Duan Musen was completely stunned when he heard Jiang Beibei's poem, and he forgot the poem he had just thought up. He didn't come back until the people around him called him several times, and he was completely out of shape, and said with a dazed expression: "I admit defeat. "

Jiang Beibei thought that he was dazed because he was overwhelmed by his talent, so he pulled him to continue poetry.

Finally, Duan Musen walked out of Shangguan's house in a trance. After a long time, he said in a nasty voice: "This Jiang Beibei is really the nemesis of poets. Every time she thinks of a good poem one step faster than me, when she finishes reading, I I can’t even remember a line of my own poem.”

As for the Shangguan family, Jiang Beibei, who thought Duanmusen had approved him, was still pestering Shangguan Ye to write poems every day.

(End of this chapter)