I can't beat her

Every weekend, Maomao will be taken to Ami's house together.

Now Maomao is more than four months old. Compared with the state of a ball at the beginning, it is not only a lot bigger, but also a lot heavier.However, this does not affect the mood of gently touching it.

Since the appearance of Mao Mao, Wen Wen rarely used a ruler anymore, she probably wished to have two hands to touch Mao Mao again.

Besides, Ami is making rapid progress in her studies. She can already read the basic new words of the five-year-old at a slow speed, and she can also write some short compositions.

After being able to do basic reading and spelling, Wen Wen will assign homework to Ami according to the contents of the school textbook.

Today I am asked to write a composition of about [-] words.Although the number of words does not sound like much, it was a terrible thing for Ami. After an afternoon of hard work, she finally managed to make up about two hundred words.

"Teacher Wen, I've finished writing." Ami stood up and called Mao Mao softly.

Although Maomao is at home on weekends, Ami doesn't have many chances to get close to it during the day.The reason why I was able to finish the composition a little earlier today is probably because the topic of the composition is relatively simple.

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Wen Wen was looking out the window in a daze, and noticed that Mao Mao was planning to run away.She oh, stretched out her hand to hold Mao Mao who was scratching her foot and wanted to jump off the table, and the other hand went straight across the writing board in front of Ami, looking down.

"My Knowing Autumn".

Seeing the title, he gave Ami a gentle sideways glance.At this moment, Ami is grabbing Mao Mao's tail, trying to save it from the evil claws.

At the same moment, Wen Wen let go of the fluffy hair, picked up Ami's notebook, and pushed up the rimless glasses that had slipped to the tip of her nose, narrowing her long and narrow eyes.

[My favorite person is Zhiqiu.

Zhiqiu is tall and strong, and can hug me every time I fall asleep.The next time she hugs me, I don't want to fall asleep, or be drunk.

Zhiqiu is a doctor. She is very busy every day, and sometimes she has to go to work at night and cannot rest.I really hope she can stop being a doctor in the future.

Zhiqiu said that with good eyesight, you can make money like others.

I think that after I can see, I will sell fried chicken with Xiaozhu, and I can make money, and I can let Zhiqiu come to work in the store, so that we can be together every day. 】

The word count is not up to standard.This is Wen Wen's first reaction after reading it, and the second reaction is - fried chicken shop?The third reaction is - drunk?hug?

I'm really afraid that after this child is educated, he will write essays as love every day.What would the teachers in the school think of her as a tutor, and what level of teaching she was.

Wen Wen read the composition in his hand again, and said indifferently: "Don't write Zhiqiu in the composition from now on."

"Ah, isn't the writing not good?" Ami sat on the chair now, holding Mao Moo, who was already a little weak from the gentle ravages.She likes to write Zhiqiu the most.

Last time, I handed in a composition to the Chinese teacher, which was about the things I most wanted to do and hadn’t been corrected yet.

If she can't write, will the teacher criticize her for not writing well?

"Well, you can try to write about others." Wen Wen doesn't like to say too long sentences, she said coldly and briefly: "You can write about me."

"Also." Wen Wen stood up, straightened her hair and got ready to call it a day. Although she didn't think it had much to do with the course, she still felt the need to educate this silly boy: "Zhiqiu is not a doctor for making money."

Ami was a little puzzled, didn't everyone go to work to make money?She stood up holding Mao Mao, and tilted her head towards Wen Wen's place.

"She just likes it." This is her life ideal, how could she give up.Wen Wen walked downstairs with her bag in her hand: "So you hope Zhiqiu won't do what she likes?"

Ami seems to understand, probably understands that being a doctor is a more important thing for Zhiqiu.

Every weekend, Fan Xiaozhu is anxious, even more anxious than a student who can't finish his homework.

The terrified Fan Xiaozhu was already sitting in the car holding the steering wheel, waiting for the indifferent Teacher Wen to come in.

This is the third time she has taken Teacher Wen home.

Ever since Wen Wen left the car at her house, she has inexplicably become a weekend driver, taking Wen Wen home every time, and then driving the car back to Tianhai City for training.

She checked and found that this so-called 'toy car' was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was the king of toy cars, and she didn't dare to drive it out every day for fear of being pulled away by a motorcycle.

These days, Fan Xiaozhu always runs to Tianhai City. Except for weekends, the car is usually kept in a guarded place beside the boxing ring.

The intention of her driving over on the weekend was to return the car to Wen Wen.

I don't want to keep your toys for you.

But Wen Wen didn't seem to take this car seriously at all, every time he saw the car, he would squeeze into the passenger seat carelessly and instruct Fan Xiaozhu to drive.

Fan Xiaozhu thinks she is also a good girl full of tattoos. She has never seen what kind of strong men in the boxing ring, and she is not afraid of being beaten. For some reason, she always stammers in front of Teacher Wen.

Probably because I was too scumbag in school before, and I was afraid that the teacher would make a mistake.

Wen Wen's house is relatively remote, but the environment is very good. It is a single floor in the suburbs, surrounded by mountains and water, and there are even a few fruit trees living in the yard.

It seems very inconsistent with the mild temperament.

He answered the phone gently in the car.

"it's me."

"Who sent it?"

"Just leave it at the door, you can't lose it."

It was just three sentences, but it was easy to understand. Fan Xiaozhu carefully held the steering wheel without looking sideways. He already guessed in his heart that someone must have sent something to Mr. Wen's house.

It's so late, is there anyone delivering the courier?

Wen Wen put his long hand by the window and noticed that Fan Xiaozhu was overtaking.

Because the body of the car is relatively small, the power is relatively good, and the chassis of the sports car itself is very smooth. When driving slowly, the car will feel that the car does not move much.

After a long time, Fan Xiaozhu formed the habit of overtaking.

"The technology is getting better and better." Wen Wen said.

Fan Xiaozhu blushed immediately. In fact, the car was shoveled into the open-air garbage dump at the lower section of Xianfeng Road when he drove for the first time. Teacher Wen, who was so angry and had a tendency to cleanliness, changed immediately.

remember...

Fan Xiaozhu still can't believe that the person who yelled like a little monkey possessed his body, jumped and stomped his feet while taking off his coat was the indifferent and cool teacher Wen.

So much so that I would shovel it into the garbage dump occasionally to prove that the memory of the next day was not an illusion.

It was already seven o'clock when we got downstairs, through the headlights Fan Xiaozhu saw a staff member holding a big box standing at the door.

Not like a courier, but more like a pastry shop.

"Teacher Wen, then I'm leaving." Fan Xiaozhu didn't get out of the car, and prepared to evacuate in time as before.

Wen Wen nodded first, and then stopped Fan Xiaozhu before she left: "Do you want to train today?"

"Ah, I don't train today, and I have to adjust my work and rest time recently, because there will be a competition at the end of January." It was a relatively regular play-in competition, and Fan Xiaozhu couldn't help grinning happily when he thought that his life might be a little different in the future.

Little bald.

He gently pursed his lips and pushed his glasses: "Come down and help me move this thing in."

The little bald head was very obedient, Ma Liu got out of the car, took the box from the clerk, and followed Wen Wen into the house.Fan Xiaozhu actually resisted.

Why do you have to be a servant at the same time as a driver?

But in the end, out of curiosity about Wen Wen's family, she still accepted this impolite request.

As soon as the lights in the house were turned on, Fan Xiaozhu almost threw away the things in his hands.She had some doubts that she had come to the playground.

There is no room on the first floor of the house, and it is filled with all kinds of weird toys, which is nothing, the most important thing is that there is a pool-like place in the center of the house, filled with colorful balls.

That... is not considered a toy.

Wen Wen pointed to a small castle-like door: "Go upstairs from there."

Fan Xiaozhu walked through all kinds of toys and opened the door of the castle according to his words, and then saw the stairs. The structure from the stairs up is normal.

The house has three and a half floors, except for the first floor, everything else is within the normal range, even the simplicity is a bit too much.

As soon as the stairs came up, Fan Xiaozhu saw black and white furniture in front of her eyes, which was just like Teacher Wen's characteristic. She put the box in her hand on the long table in the living room.

This is a cake.

Wen Wen was not in a hurry to go upstairs. As usual, the first thing she did when she came back was to lie down in the pool filled with ocean balls, staring at the clouds hanging from the ceiling in a daze.

If someone hadn't brought a cake, she would have almost forgotten that today was her birthday.

"How many candles to light?" Fan Xiaozhu was a little nervous.I felt very embarrassed after opening it and found it was a cake. I didn't bring a gift, and I was a little reluctant to move something.

I had no choice but to volunteer to take on the task of arranging the table.

Soon someone brought beer and snacks.

Why didn't Mr. Wen live with his family, and there was no one to accompany him on his birthday. Xiao Zhu suddenly felt a little sad, and became more attentive.

"Sixteen." Wen Wen has already taken off his suit, and he only wears a white shirt inside, with two buttons unbuttoned in a row.

The collarbone is deep.

A table of food is very rich, with both Chinese and Western food, and a family bucket to take away.

Wen Wen looked at Fan Xiaozhu from the side, and felt a kind of admiration for the good service from the little bald head, and then remembered that Ami's composition mentioned fried chicken.

"Why do you want to open a fried chicken shop?"

Fan Xiaozhu had just lit the first candle, when Wen Wen suddenly asked about it, her hands were startled, and she continued to light three candles in a row, before she said softly, "Because Mom likes it."

Wen Wen is a person who knows how to read words and expressions.

She saw a message from Fan Xiaozhu's expression, that is, her mother is no longer alive.

Wen Wen didn't ask any more questions, and gave Xiao Zhu one of the twelve cans of wine on the table: "Fried chicken beer, when will you open it, I can consider patronizing it."

Fan Xiaozhu ran to turn off the light.

The light of sixteen candles swayed gently on the white cream, and the gentle lenses were full of flame colors.

If it were her alone at home, she would just cut it up and eat it secretly.Just without waiting for her to say more, Fan Xiaozhu arranged the room into a warm birthday scene just like ordinary people.

"Mr. Wen, make a wish."

Fan Xiaozhu was also very excited, she hadn't celebrated her birthday with anyone for a long time.She clapped her hands gently, and when she smiled, her eyes were full of candlelight: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

So tacky.

Wen Wen pushed down his glasses, picked up the remaining candles on the table, and continued to light them up: "How old are you?"

"21 years old." Fan Xiaozhu was a little stunned before he finished singing.

Then 21 plus sixteen.

The whole cake is now full of candles of different heights, Wen Wen is finally satisfied: "Give you a chance, let's make a wish together."

But my birthday isn't here yet.

"Ms. Wen, make a wish first." Fan Xiaozhu didn't really want to make a wish, after all, this cake has nothing to do with her.

Wen Wen pushed his glasses, and said indifferently: "I hope I can hear Fan Xiaozhu's greatest wish."

Um?ah?

Fan Xiaozhu almost reached out to pick out his ears, what kind of wish did Teacher Wen make.

Being watched coldly and warmly, Fan Xiaozhu was on pins and needles, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say the biggest vision in his heart: "I hope I can win the championship of the 50kg professional competition once."

With such a simple appeal, it seems that he is not obsessed with boxing.

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