Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Chapter 734: Good Bamboo Produces Bad Bamboo Shoots

After discovering the truth, Qian Yiman stared at the direction of the kitchen, shook her head and sighed, looking a little depressed.

She tugged at her man's sleeve and pouted, "I was wondering why your son was so honest today. He must not have studied hard, so his grades are terrible..."

Compared with the old mother, the old father next to him was much calmer.

Yan Zhengting signed his name on the two test papers and handed them back to his youngest son. He then turned his head to touch Qian Yiman's head and comforted her in a gentle voice, "Just get used to it sooner..."

Qian Yiman: "..."

Qian Yiman: "????"

WTF?

What are you talking about?

What does it mean to get used to it?

But the next second she seemed to have thought of something, then she dropped her shoulders, lowered her head, and became completely discouraged.

That's right, after so many years, she should get used to it sooner and face the reality sooner.

After all, there is a chance that good bamboo will produce bad shoots.

"Then Mom and Dad, I'm going back to my room to read first. Please be careful when you go out..." Little Yan Qinnan was thinking about the extracurricular book he had not finished reading. After saying this to his old mother and father, he turned and left.

"Go."

"Don't hold the book too close to your eyes, and don't read too hard..." I could hear the concern and nagging of my old mother behind me.

"Okay, I know......"

Looking at the back of her academically gifted son, Qian Yiman, the old mother, finally felt a little comforted.

Although good bamboo can produce bad bamboo shoots, it can also produce good bamboo shoots.

Perhaps this is the law of this world. Nothing can be too perfect and a balance must be achieved.

"Okay, don't think about it. It's too stressful. I'll go out with you to relax..."

Yan Zhengting was just about to pull Qian Yiman out when their eldest son came out of the kitchen.

"Dad, Mom, why are you standing here? Are you going out?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

Qian Yiman forced herself to speak calmly, but she felt like she was about to explode.

"That me..."

Yan Qinbei lowered his head slightly, scratched the back of his head, and looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Seeing Haodaer wanting to say something but not daring to, Qian Yiman knew everything in her heart.

"Why are you hemming and hawing? If you have something to say, just say it."

"Mom, I have something to say, but I don't know what to say..."

"Don't dawdle, your dad and I are in a hurry to go for a walk..." Qian Yiman glanced at the sky outside through the window and urged.

Yan Qinbei inevitably felt guilty, so he started off tactfully, preparing to get to the point later, "Mom, Dad, this matter of mine can be big or small..."

"Alright, alright, stop talking about this nonsense. Just say it if you have something to say. Your dad and I are leaving first..."

"Hey, don't!"

Seeing his parents about to push the door open and leave, Yan Qinbei became anxious and hurried forward to grab their arms.

Under the watchful eyes of his father and mother, he finally plucked up the courage to confess and get leniency. "That's right, we took the exam this time, and the teacher asked us to bring it back for our parents to sign..."

"Well, then what?"

"Then, my score this time is not very high, I am worried that you will be unhappy..."

"You know we're unhappy, but you still scored so low?"

"I……"

Yan Qinbei was speechless and unable to refute after being hit by his own mother's questions, so he had to lower his head guiltily.

Qian Yiman stretched out her hand and asked, "Where's the test paper?"

"I'll get it right away..."