Husband, can you do it?

When the child was young, Qiao Han had a great time playing, and the family was carefree. There was nothing to worry about, and he could concentrate on writing.After entering the third grade and starting composition class, Qiao Han felt that he had potential stepmother factor!

Just to train Wen Qiao's writing skills, to train him to write more and make his writing look better, Wen Qiao has been asked to write essays since the first grade.

We Wen Qiao are really obedient, if you ask me to write, I will write.Keep writing every day.

But when he opened Wen Qiao's composition, it was almost copy-pasted.From January 30st to December NO.[-] at the end of the year, it is definitely ten words to summarize the content of the day.I play cats with my dad, and I play dogs with my dad.My grandma and I are playing with bunnies!

Just a few words, Qiao Han said, write a few more words, tell me how you feel when you play with cats and dogs, and how grandma and you laugh!

It became, I played with the dog with my dad, and my dad laughed like a silly dog!It's so much fun!

Qiao Han clenched his fists and thought to himself, my son was adopted by me, so I can't beat him, what should I do if I beat my son and make him autistic!

When Wen Zhuo came back, Qiao Han gave Wen Zhuo a few slaps, so as to relieve the anger in his heart!

Wen Zhuo was a little scared, and his wife slapped him a few times when he entered the door, it hurts.

Wenzhuo comforted Qiao Han, the child is young, right? He doesn't know many words, so take your time.Besides, isn't your son good at arithmetic?You can't use academic performance to test whether a child is really good!

Listen to what his father said!

Well, this is the third grade.The third grade has to write a composition.

In the first and second grades, Wen Qiao's Chinese scores were at least hovering around the passing line, but with the composition, Wen Qiao directly failed.Even if he can't get a full score in Chinese, he can't get his grades down.

Qiao Han asked for the papers for the midterm exam to study, and the problem was in the short composition. On the papers, you had to write a [-]-word composition about your little pet.

Isn't this a sub question?Don't they have many pets?There are seven or eight cats and dogs, as well as ducks, rabbits and chickens. How can he not write when he sleeps with the kittens every day?

If you can’t write it, just write that Xiao Hei and I are good friends!

Just a few words.

My f*cking novel is more than 100 million words, and Zhang Fei writes it as if eating bean sprouts in one go, why is it so difficult for my son!

It is said that throwing radishes into the pickle jar can make it salty even if it is not pickles. In a home full of culture, why can't a small writer be cultivated!

Just write this composition like this?Don't say it's my son!It's embarrassing!

Wen Zhuo quickly followed Qiao Han's back.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! Let's teach slowly!"

"The teacher said me! The teacher said, I didn't expect your son's Chinese grades to be so poor! Why doesn't he follow you! Yes, I want to know this question very much! Why doesn't he follow me!"

Wen Zhuo coaxed Qiao Han.

"Follow me, he has a good grade in math, and he will be a good material for doing business in the future!"

"I don't believe it, my genes can't beat your genes!"

That's right, this child was adopted by the two of them, where did the genes come from?It's been too long, Qiao Han really thought he gave birth!

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed out. Wen Zhuo was really afraid that the two of them would fight, so he chased after him and stared.

Qiao Han smiled kindly, showed the best patience, and sat down beside his son.There is a circle of animals around my son. In the past few years, cats have given birth to cats, and there are eight cats in their family. There are many black cats, black and white cats, and three-color kittens.Wen Qiao is playing with the kitten.

"Son, look at the little flower!"

Pick up the three-color kitten, this kitten is called Xiao Hua'er!

"Take a look at the kitten's fur, eyes, how it's called, and tell dad about it!"

Guided, he can speak, he can write!

"It has three colors, its nose has black dots, its ears are white and the other yellow, and its paws are flesh pink!..."

Eloquent and eloquent, Barabara said a lot.Metaphors are also used in it. When I am hungry, I am like a baby meowing and calling my mother!

Isn't that good!How well said!Let alone two hundred characters, there are eight hundred characters!

Qiao Han was very happy and handed the pen and paper to his son.

"My dear son, write down all the words you just introduced about the kitten, and it will become a composition!"

Wen Qiao took it obediently, and saw him frowning, tilting his little head, babbling like he was holding his breath, and he hadn't started to write for a long time!

Qiao Han waited for more than ten minutes without writing a single word.

"Write it, what did you tell dad just now, just write it down!"

Wen Qiao looked innocent.

"I forgot!"

Can speak but not write!It may be said that I forgot everything when I brought up the pen!

Qiao Han was patient.

"You said, the kitten is a tricolor, with one white and one yellow ear..."

"Dad, you remember, you write it!"

"This is your composition! You need to practice!"

"It's so annoying! Dad! Buy me a recording pen! It's the kind that can turn my words into words, so I don't have to write!"

"I'll buy you a big slap! Write to me quickly!"

Qiao Han stared and lost his patience!He was about to raise his hands, pretending to hit him, and yelled at his son fiercely!

"What are you writing! The teacher didn't leave homework! The teacher said to reduce the burden! We want to give back our happy childhood!"

Happy children start with walking the dog. After saying this, they put the dog on a leash and ran out to play!

"Wen Zhuo! Go upstairs!"

Qiao Han yelled at Wen Zhuo, Wen Zhuo was startled, hey, he's going to be beaten again today!

Qiao Han hit Wen Zhuo's chest like a wall, but Wen Zhuo endured the pain and hugged Qiao Han to coax him.

Helping children with homework can really drive parents crazy!Qiao Han is crazy.

"I can't hit him! Ah! I really want to hit him! I'm so mad!"

Qiao Han banged on Wen Zhuo's chest, he was about to collapse!

"Give me homework! Listen to his sophistry! I used to think that my son would inherit his father's career, and my son would become a super god who surpassed me! The novels he wrote could shock the literary world! Now I only ask my son The Chinese score is passing! The gap, my heart! Ah! I'm going crazy!"

My heart hurts!The despair of an old father is probably at this time!

"Don't rush to collapse, let me come, okay, eat some ice cream and calm down, the child can be guided!"

"Come on? Standing and talking won't hurt your back!"

Wen Zhuo had no choice but to say I'll come and I'll come.

The novels written by Qiao Han in the past few years were shown, and they were published one by one. Regardless of whether it was a simplified Chinese version or a foreign translation, Wenzhuo bought three copies and came back to decorate the bookshelf.

"Look at your dad's novels in the past few years. He can write [-] words a day. These are all his achievements. Don't you worship your dad?"

Wen Zhuoxiaozhi emotionally stimulates his son with Qiao Han's novel, hoping that his son will worship and learn from his father.

Wen Qiao nodded.

"I adore you! But I adore Dad even more!"

Wen Zhuo's eyes lit up, Wen Zhuo was so proud to be admired by his son!It seems that his father is very successful!

I couldn't help but soften my voice.

"Dad and Dad both love you, why do you worship me more?"

"Because Dad can publish novels for Dad! Dad, if I can earn a lot of money like you, I can continue to publish novels and make movies for my dad! My dad said that he wrote heroes, you It is to bring this hero back to life!"

amount……

"It's not that dad can publish novels for your dad. It's because your dad's novels are excellent that they can be published! Dad also depends on your dad to make money."

Wen Zhuo smoothed out the order, so that the children cannot be made to think that money is paramount.

"Dad, let me tell you the truth, I really don't like writing! Why do I have to write so many words for something so simple? My hand hurts when I write!"

"How can you do it if you don't know how to read? Why don't you hate people who have to write in mathematics?"

"Mathematics is fun! Dad, I adore Buffett now. Dad, I also want to follow Buffett's example in investing in stocks!"

Speaking of this, Wen Qiao's eyes lit up,

Wen Zhuo felt that it was still his own fault. The bedtime story he told his son should not be the biographies of famous people like Bill Gates, Buffett, and Walker. The child was full of thoughts of going to the end of the world to change the world before he was a bean.

Wen Zhuo had no choice but to slant his sword.In order not to die of anger for his wife, but also to satisfy his son.

Wen Zhuo pulled Wen Qiao to sit on the sofa, and the two sat closer.Wen Zhuo bent down slightly, facing his son face to face, keeping his eyes parallel, this would make his son feel respected!

"Wen Qiao, you are not young anymore, so I can no longer treat you as a child. Dad is very happy that you have become a big child, and supports your ideas, but you must continue to study! Look at those who can change the world Who is illiterate? How can you engage in technology stocks without education? Take Buffett, who you admire, what degree does he have? You should know.”

Wen Qiao nodded.

"You are still a primary school student, and you will have a lot to do in the future. Your current study is the most important thing. However, when Dad said he would support you, he definitely did not support you with words, but with practical actions!"

Wen Qiao was so happy that she couldn't sit still.

"Son, do you know how much it costs to open an account for stock trading? Do you know how much you invest in stocks at a time?"

Wen Zhuo lied to his son with the tone of Grandpa Wolf, Wen Qiao shook his head, he didn't know.

"During the Chinese New Year, your grandma gave you a red envelope of 1 yuan, right? That 1 yuan can only be traded in stocks once. Do you have that much money? No."

Wen Qiao was not excited anymore, and started to feel depressed.He only has pocket money of 20 yuan a week. 1 yuan is really not,

"Dad will give you a good chance to make money. You can write essays, and you will get a dime for each word! How many words you write, Dad will secretly give it to you! You just save it, and when you save 1 yuan, Dad will take you to trade in stocks." Go! Will you?"

This method should be known to Qiao Han, who can throw Wen Zhuo on the ground with a big back!Isn't this a bonus system?It's not good for kids!

But it was also Wen Zhuo's first time as a father, and Wen Qiao really didn't like writing, so he had to do something wrong.

Wen Qiao is so happy!

Immediately go to write the composition obediently,

He quickly wrote a [-]-word essay, and Wen Zhuo really rewarded him with three dollars.

Wen Qiao didn't spend it recklessly, and hid it in the piggy bank.

Qiao Han is relieved, there is a feeling of peace of mind that my son has become a talent!Afterwards, he also knew the inside story, so Qiao Han closed the door and repaired Wen Zhuo severely!Wen Zhuo rubbed his lower back, which hurt for several days.

Don't worry about fathers who are kind and sons filial, as soon as they help with homework, they will be like chickens flying like dogs!