After being drunk, I won the most fragrant little wolfdog in the world

"what!"

Mrs. Song was kicked two meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhuang Ling's eyes widened. She really wanted to have such explosive power.

The arms on her waist tightened, and Zhuang Ling pressed his whole body against Qi Hang's body. Her nose felt sore, and the tears that had been in her eyes flowed out. It felt so good to be protected.

Zhuang Ling's tears wet Qi Hang's clothes. He lowered his head and lifted Zhuang Ling's chin, frowned and used his thumb to scrape the tears off her face, "You still cry after you win?"

Zhuang Ling:......

She wanted to take back her tears!

Song Hongyi glanced at Mrs. Song with disgust and quickly looked away. He walked to Zhuang Ling and asked with concern: "Ling Ling, are you okay?"

Zhuang Ling explained to Song Hongyi with a tearful voice, "Dad, it was she who scolded my mother first. I can bear it when she scolds me, but I can't stand it when she scolds my mother!"

Song Hongyi nodded, "It's okay, she should be beaten!"

The servants were all frightened and stood there. After hearing Song Hongyi's words, no one dared to help Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song felt that all the bones in her body were broken. Her nose was bleeding from being hit by Zhuang Ling's knee, and her face was covered in blood. It looked very scary. She curled up on the ground and groaned. She had no strength to curse anymore.

Qi Hang raised Zhuang Ling's arm. There were many blood marks on it, and the skin and flesh had been cut off in some places. His expression was cold, "Mrs. Song's attack was too harsh. If there are scars, I will make them all over her body." The scar stays with you.”

Mrs. Song's body trembled when she heard Qi Hang's words.

Qi Hang looked at Song Hongyi, "Uncle Song, Zhuang Ling's injury is too serious. I will take her to the hospital for disinfection and bandaging."

Song Hongyi said "Yeah". Zhuang Ling really shouldn't stay in the Song family during this period. After he has dealt with all the bad things, he can take his daughter back!

Qi Hang helped Zhuang Ling leave.

Song Hongyi frowned when he saw the dots of blood on the ground. He ordered someone to wipe the floor clean.

Until a servant asked tentatively: "Sir, Madam seems unable to get up."

Song Hongyi seemed to suddenly remember, "Hurry up and call an ambulance!"

Mrs. Song was then sent to the hospital.

After a long night of work, Song Hongyi had just returned from a business trip. He was too tired and went directly upstairs to rest.

Qi Hang accompanied Zhuang Ling to the hospital to treat her wounds and then brought her back to the apartment.

What surprised Zhuang Ling was that Qi Hang just held her in his arms tonight and made no further movements. This was the most peaceful sleep she had had in the past few days.

Early the next morning, Qi Hang learned that his parents took a flight to City C. He took Zhuang Ling back to Chu Rou's villa. He wanted to ask Mo Chi about something.

When they arrived, Chu Rou and Mochi hadn't gotten up yet.

Qi Hang had a room here, so he took Zhuang Ling back to the room.

In the study room on the second floor, Qi Lin was writing furiously, while Lu Mo sat aside and read.

Last night, Lu Mo published three sets of papers, all of which were basic questions for the postgraduate entrance examination. He wanted to test Qi Lin's level so that he would know where to start teaching this student.

Qi Lin first wrote papers for professional courses. Her knowledge of professional courses was not bad. During the time when she was working at Mo's office, Chu Rou taught her a lot and gave her several economics books, which she read carefully.

Next is English. Qi Lin's English is average, but she has memorized words every day in the past few months, and her vocabulary has increased a lot. When she started with the reading questions, um... she could understand half of them, and she had to guess the other half.

Qi Lin finished the English paper by guessing.

When the math questions were finally brought out, her eyes darkened and she didn't know anything. Fortunately, there were ten multiple-choice questions.

"Three long and one short, choose the shortest, three short and one long, choose the longest, if the length is different, choose b, if the length is uneven, choose d..." Qi Lin muttered in her mouth and finished the multiple choice questions.

Lu Mo didn't hear clearly what Qi Lin was talking about. He glanced at the question Qi Lin was doing. It was mathematics. Could he be memorizing formulas? This is not possible. Mathematics must be learned thoroughly and understood, and it is not enough to just rely on it.

"Teacher Lu, I've finished answering the questions." Qi Lin sorted out the questions and handed them to Lu Mo, with mathematics at the bottom.

After reading the questions of the professional course, Lu Mo nodded slightly, quite satisfied.

Seeing the English questions, Lu Mo's brows began to slowly come closer. He could still answer a few of the reading questions. The following composition... was simply too difficult to describe. He raised his eyes to Qi Lin and said unceremoniously: "Your composition is worse than A primary school student!"

Qi Lin pouted, holding her breath in her heart, she could bear it!

"From now on, you will memorize 200 words every day. When I am not living here, I will test you through video in the evening."

Lu Mo put the English questions aside and finally saw the math questions. Qi Lin only did the multiple-choice questions, not the fill-in-the-blank questions or the big questions.

The wrinkles between his brows deepened. He read the answers to the multiple-choice questions again, then slapped the paper on the table, "Very good, not a single question was correct."

"Ah? No way!" Qi Lin was surprised, "I did the questions according to formulas, how could I not get every question right!"

"What formula?" Lu Mo asked doubtfully.

"It's the formula for answering multiple-choice questions!" Qi Lin recited the formula again.

"Nonsense!" Lu Mo scolded, "How did you get into college with this kind of study attitude?"

Qi Lin lowered her head. She did not get admitted, but spent money.

"You can't even do advanced mathematics?" Lu Mo suppressed his temper and asked patiently.

Qi Lin shook her head, "I haven't learned anything."

Lu Mo took a deep breath. No wonder Chu Rou paid a high price for a tutor. This girl had no foundation at all and had to teach her from scratch!

He took out a blank piece of paper and asked a high school math problem on it, "Please do this problem."

Qi Lin took the paper, read the question carefully, wrote the word "solution" in the blank space, and then stopped writing.

Lu Mo looked anxiously and tapped his fingers on the table, "You don't know functions? You don't know such a simple function?"

"Why are functions so simple?" Qi Lin raised her head aggrievedly, "I didn't understand functions when I was in junior high school."

"Junior high school?" Lu Mo almost couldn't breathe. He felt that he had been cheated, and his mood suddenly sank to the bottom. "With your level, why should you take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

Qi Lin had been putting up with him for a long time. She was just a university teacher. Why did she pull him? She stood up suddenly and pinched her waist with her hands. "What level are you? Do you think an hourly salary of 10,000 yuan is so easy to get?" Is that so? If you have the guts, you can teach me!"

Lu Mo has been working as a tutor to earn living expenses since he went to college. Except for his freshman year, when his family paid for tuition and living expenses, he earned all the expenses himself.

He has taught between 100 and 80 students, and every student has special respect for him. Qi Lin is the first student to have such a bad attitude towards him.

Lu Mo narrowed his eyes, "Very good, I've got you as a student!"