You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

By the time Sheng Mumu Qimo came out of the head teacher's office, it was already past lunch time.

Qi Shaobai received a call from Sheng Mumu and came to the parking lot to meet up.

The driver Xiao Wang saw the three people approaching from a distance, opened the car door respectfully, and waited by the door.

Qi Shaobai speeded up his pace quietly and got into the co-pilot.

Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu naturally sat in the back row.

Qi Shaobai's phone vibrated.

It was Wei Chaonan's WeChat, and he sent three messages in a row, complaining to him.

"Handsome Chaonan: My mother scolded me after chatting with the old class. She said she would hire a tutor for my lessons."

"Handsome Man Chaonan: Sun Wukong is bored to death.jpg"

"Handsome Chaonan: I'm so miserable!!!"

With Qi Shaobai's character, of course he would not miss this good opportunity to gloat.

"Bai: You deserve it."

"Handsome Chaonan: Hehe, I will make a wish to God, and you also need to make up lessons."

"Bai: Impossible."

"Handsome Chaonan: Do you know the slogan? nothingisimpossible"

"Bai: Stop farting foreign farts."

His scalp tingled when he saw English.

Just when he was about to reply with a few more mocking words, he heard Sheng Mumu's voice calling him from the back row.

"Student Xiaoqi, we talked with the class teacher today, and we agreed that you need to make up lessons, English."

Qi Shaobai: "..."

No!

Did the retribution come so quickly?

If he had known earlier, he would not have ridiculed Wei Chaonan.

Is it too late to withdraw the message now?

With resistance written all over his face, he turned his head abruptly and blurted out:

"No make up."

Sheng Mumu hit the seat with a fist and raised the volume:

"This is a notice, not a discussion."

Qi Shaobai drifted towards his father silently from the corner of his eye.

Dad looked out the window, as if he wasn't listening to them.

But after hearing his words "do not make up", the eyebrows were clearly frowned.

Qi Shaobai was silent for a few seconds, swallowed, and spoke with difficulty:

"When, where is the teacher?"

Sheng Mumu's fist was still on the back of the seat, but his eyes had softened:

"I, every day after school, provide efficient tutoring for half an hour."

"You?" Qi Shaobai opened his eyes in disbelief, "Guide me? Didn't you ask for a tutor?"

Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows, "Why, you still have the nerve to pick a teacher with such bad grades? Then let your dad come?"

She just said something casually.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Qi Shaobai's expression froze instantly.

Qi Shaobai turned his head back slowly, and replied with great reluctance:

"Don't choose, just come."

When I think of my father's cold appearance, if I teach him English face to face.

It's just... weird.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the man who had been looking out the window leisurely turned his face slightly, and said to Sheng Mumu:

"You don't need my tutoring?"

The afternoon sun was dazzling, and it shone on Qi Mo's cold and white face, and the sharp brows and eyes were dyed with warm golden edges by the light.

Sheng Mumu waved his hand: "How can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife?"

Qi Shaobai: "..."

Qi Mo paused for a moment, and an imperceptible smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

The car drove for a while on the road.

Qi Shaobai still can't accept the reality that he has to make up lessons.

Send Wei Chaonan a complaint on WeChat.

In the quiet car, only the sound of him knocking on the screen can be heard.

Sheng Mumu seemed to think of something suddenly, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked at Qi Mo with a smile.

Mysteriously, he reached into the bag.

When I took it out again, there was an extra kraft paper bag in my hand.

Sheng Mumu held the kraft paper bag, stretched it out in front of Qi Mo and shook it:

"Brought for you, maltose."

She didn't forget what she promised him before.

If you come across a stall, bring it to him.

Just now in the back street of the school, she specially lined up to buy a bag.

Qi Mo's eyes moved slightly, just as he was about to pick it up, Sheng Mumu withdrew his hand again and said:

"I'll try one first."

As he said that, he opened the paper bag in a good mood.

Suddenly, his face sank.

Qi Mo, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Mumu expressed regret: "It's broken."

Eighty percent of it was broken when he beat the wretched man with the bag just now.

Qi Mo said in a soft voice, "It's okay, you can eat it even if it's broken."

Sheng Mumu didn't intend to throw it away at first, but when he heard this, he was a little curious.

Leaning back, he looked at the man in front of him with a straight suit and a delicate face with great interest.

The president of Tangtang Group, is it because you feel tired of eating too much delicacies?

It's just maltose.

Just like that?

I don't want to waste it even if it is broken.

Qi Mo took the paper bag in her hand, his black pupils tightened, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Sheng Mumu returned to her thoughts and shook her head: "It's nothing."

Although she was curious, she was not so curious that she insisted on asking.

President, you have to have some eccentricities after all.

Can understand.

……

The car did not drive directly back to Xiyu Yueting.

At Sheng Mumu's suggestion, the three of them went to the bookstore to buy English teaching aids.

By the way, I had a meal in the nearby business district.

When I came out of the shopping mall, it was already getting darker, and the car slowly drove towards Xiyu Yueting.

Just as he was about to turn into the gate of the villa area, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side of the road and blocked the way.