Wealthy Marriage: The President's Dumb Wife

Just when Zhen Qi was scolded bloody by Teacher Mo Chou, the door of the office was pushed open, Zhen Qi looked up and saw that it was Song Yu

Under the light, Song Yu crossed his arms and straddled his long legs to a desk next door, then pulled out the chair and sat on it.

Zhenqi lowered her head in a very sensible way, and then looked at her homework. Damn, she forgot all the English words that she had just crashed. Zhenqi pinched her fingernails and sniffed.

People like Song Yu, no matter where they go, they always pick flowers everywhere, and the English teacher who admires Song Yu is no exception.

As soon as Song Yu sat down, the English teacher made him a cup of hot tea and handed it to Song Yu. Song Yu just nodded and glanced at Zhen Qi displeasedly. With this overwhelming gaze, he lowered his head even lower.

Zhenqi felt that every time the English teacher talked with Song Yu, she would feel like seeing her parents. Zhenqi didn't understand why this feeling was.

While Zhenqi was silent, the English teacher opened her homework book to Song Yu: "Mr. Song, please come and take a look, isn't it shameful that Zhenqi made her homework like this?"

Song Yu glanced at Zhenqi's homework indifferently, and her cold eyes almost pierced Zhenqi: "It's really outrageous...but it's late now, let me supervise the rest .”

The English teacher sighed helplessly, the bell for the evening self-study class had already rang, and then she rubbed her forehead with a headache, her eyes fell on Song Yu, but she smiled in spring: "Then please Mr. Song." Then very Yu looked at Zhenqi helplessly, "I must make it up tomorrow, so I won't forget it this time."

Zhen Qi said in a low voice with tears of gratitude: "Thank you teacher."

The English teacher looked at Zhenqi and sighed again: "Learn more from Sun Xiaofei. Although there is indeed a difference in talent, attitude is also a very important reason. If you have a correct attitude, the teacher will not look for you every day."

Zhenqi felt that the words of difference in talent hurt her a little, and the lethality of this sentence was greater than that of Sun Xiaofei before, so she buried her head and the roots of her ears were slightly red, and Zhenqi only felt that her nose was slightly sore, sore Finally, after the English teacher left, his nose was so sore that Zhao Xiao shed a tear.

Song Yu saw her tears falling on the back of her head: "Didn't you say that you have done your homework, that's what you said is done?"

Zhenqi raised her head with tears in her eyes, because it was indeed her fault, and she couldn't justify anything, so she shed another tear, gasping for breath, while still finding an excuse for herself: "There are too many homework... so I don't have time to do it." It's gone... I can't help it..."

Zhenqi was really sad. She also remembered that Ms. Du punished her for copying textbooks a long time ago, but Zhenqi felt that even so, it was not as scary as having to do English homework in college now. At least every time she was tired of copying textbooks, there was still Luoluo helped her rub her shoulders and hands, and sometimes helped her carry a pen and a knife... But when I came here, I was tricked by villains while doing my homework. It's really hateful, extremely hateful!

Zhen Qi felt that she was already full of grievances, but Song Yu would never let her off because of her grievances: "Don't eat late at night, go directly to the self-study classroom to make up your homework."

"But I can't." Zhen Qi sniffed and looked at Song Yu.

"I will." Song Yu glanced at her.

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?" Jane asked.

"Yes." Song Yu was very straightforward.

"What if I'm late?" Zhen Qi pinched the corner of her clothes, she didn't dare to look at Song Yu now.

"If you are late, you are finished." Song Yu pressed his temple, and then said softly, "Let's go, you can rest earlier if you finish earlier."

Zhenqi thinks that the learning environment in their school is very good, especially the self-study classroom, and there are small private rooms specially set up for students to discuss. Each small private room is separated by a wooden door with a piece of glass above the wooden door.

Zhenqi didn't take many painting courses before, except for burning money, she just had fun, but now the law department is very tiring, but Song Yu, who is so stupid, even enrolled herself in English and high math, so Zhenqi was able to do it again. I have had many opportunities to come here to study and experience the thrill of being a top student.

Soon Zhenqi finally completed her English homework under Song Yu's supervision. The large-scale corrections caused her homework to be covered with correction fluid. Song Yu hated the smell of correction fluid very much, and kept wrinkling her nose while checking her homework. .

Song Yu and Zhen Qi also stayed in the small study room, and they were the only two of them at this time. Zhen Qi flipped through the common desk, and finally found a pack of "balloons" that she dug out in the hotel last time.

Zhen Qi curiously handed the "balloon" to Song Yu: "Uncle, look here, too."

As soon as Song Yu turned his head, his face darkened again: "Are you a trash picker? You pick up everything. Do you want to blow it in your mouth this time?"

Zhenqi grinned, and then explained in a low voice: "I found it randomly, and I was planning to throw it away."

Song Yu threw the homework back to her impatiently, and then stood up: "What you did wrong has been corrected for you, you can go back."

Zhen Qi gave a faint "Oh", and put the bag of balloons back under the drawer before leaving, and followed Song Yu to leave the classroom, but when he was about to open the door, she stopped suddenly, and she pulled Song Yu's hand. hand, and whispered: "Did the uncle hear anything?"

Song Yu turned around with a cold face, Zhen Qi pointed to the study room next door, looked up at the glass above, the inside had been pasted with newspapers.

Zhen Qi shushed Song Yu, and walked lightly to fetch a chair, then climbed onto the chair.

Although the glass was glued with newspapers, there were still two gaps. Zhen Qi lay on the facade and looked inside. Before she could take a look, Song Yu tore her whole body off and fell straight into his arms.

Even though Song Yu's speed was already very fast, Zhen Qi still saw the people inside. Although she only had one glance, Zhen Qi still saw something tricky, and said to Song Yu with a blushing face, "I didn't see anything..."

Song Yu just glared at her and turned to leave. Zhen Qi hurriedly caught up with Song Yu and took his hand: "Uncle, the society is really open now, so young..."

Speaking of this, Zhen Qi covered her mouth, because she suddenly remembered that she had done something painful with Song Yu not long ago.

Zhenqi's face turned red all of a sudden, and she smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, do you still want to eat supper?"

Song Yu ignored her with a cold face.