His Wife Calls The Shots

"Why don't you write homework?" Tang Yi flipped through the book.

Tang Qianyan looked at him, blinked, and then: "Can't write."

Tang Yi sank, put his toy aside, opened the book, "Tell me, where can't it."

Tang Qianheng did not hesitate: "Nowhere."

Tang Yi frowned, "When you reach the fourth grade, you still don't know anything. What did you do when you went to school?"

Tang Qianheng's bright eyes darkened: "Dad, I'm only third grade this year."

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment.

He didn't look into the child's eyes, and slowly looked down at the subject, and then explained to him.

He has never done such a thing before, and he has been browsing the topic for a long time.

For one and a half hours, he was supervising Tang Qianheng's homework.

"Why don't you understand." His saliva was almost dry, he said a question three times, and wrote a lot of notes in the book.

Finally, seeing that it was late, let Tang Qianheng go to bed.

Before turning off the night light, he looked at his son's face with a deep voice, and suddenly said: "I went to school to study hard, don't think about anything, you are my son, everything in the Tang family will be yours in the future."

Tang Qianheng opened his eyes, "What about my sister? Does my sister have it too?"

Tang Yi pulled on his quilt: "She is different from you."

"Why is it different? Grandma, you used to hurt your sister so much, why doesn't it hurt anymore?"

Tang Yi really didn't expect that there were so many things in this guy's head.

"Sleep, these are not what you should think of at your age."

Tang Qianheng blinked, and suddenly said, "I want to go to the amusement park. Dad will take me there."

Tang Yi glanced at him: "I'm very busy."

Tang Qianheng looked down and turned around, speechless.

Tang Yi turned off the lights and went out.

Back in the room, Yun Ruyi had already returned.

"where have you been?"

Tang Yi did not answer, but ordered: "Starting from Ming, I will find a careful tutor for Heng'er."

Yun Ruyi was surprised: "Heng'er still asks for a tutor? His grades are very good, and he ranks first in the school every time he takes an exam."

Tang Yi was taken aback: "What are you?"

Yun Ruyi saw that he didn’t believe him, so he went to Tang Qianheng’s schoolbag to find out the test papers and homework: "You see, they are all full marks, full marks, not only the first place in the cultural exam, but also the first place in all activities. This kid is as competitive as you."

"Why hasn't he been with me?"

"You didn't ask, a child, he thinks about playing when he gets home, of course he won't take the initiative to mention it."

Yun Ruyi looked at him: "Why are you suddenly concerned about your child's grades?"

Tang Yi fell into deep thought and didn't speak.

On the other side, Lin Wenyu was studying an old perfume manual that her mother had just brought her.

This manual is written up by hand, and it records the pros and cons of various blending methods in detail. It also records at least 20 unique formulas, which can be said to solve her urgent need for getting into a bottleneck.

She turned to the top of the page, and at the top, she wrote two words with the traces of time: Yun Huan.

This is Yun Huan's note, but she remembered that there was no such thing in the storage room downstairs.

When Tang Qianyan came to the house to look for something last time, she looked for an opportunity and went to the storage room to look at it.

According to his mother, the items there were all Yun Huan's supplies during his lifetime, which was ordered by the stepfather not to be lost.

She was bored, so she rummaged through the contents and made sure she didn't have the thing in her hand.

That is to say, the mother got it early in the morning, and didn't put it in the storage room at all, so Tang Qianxiang couldn't take it away.

The mother values ​​it so much, which is enough to prove how useful it is.

Lin Wenyu hooked her lips: "It's up to you to seize Wei Shi this time."

(It’s a bit closer to the explosion, next Tuesday, it’s an explosion, good night)