Help! I became a hot mom and taught my husband to be a bad kid

After Su Yuze fell asleep, Lan Jia returned to the bedroom. It was already twelve o'clock.

She climbed onto the bed gently, afraid of waking Su Tingxi.

She accepted her handsome son who was a poor student in a second, but she still needed to get used to her husband.

She knew that the man lying with her was a superior man in terms of face, figure, and brains, and was also a first-class good man.

But she and Su Tingxi had sex purely after drinking, and there was no emotional basis at all.

In addition to the gap of more than six years, she couldn't accept so many emotional memories at once, so she couldn't say how much she loved Su Tingxi now.

Lan Jia gently pulled the thin quilt. No matter what the weather was, she would always cover herself with the quilt when she slept.

The quilt was pulled over, and the person was pulled over as well.

Su Tingxi hugged her.

"You haven't slept yet?" She felt a little guilty and worried that he was still angry about his son's grades. She could be mad to death over writing new words, so who knows what her genius husband would be like.

This good husband must not be angered to death.

"Waiting for you, honey. I can finally hug you and sleep again."

Just hug him, he is so handsome anyway.

If you want to cultivate feelings, it’s not a bad idea to start directly in bed. This is the popular marriage-first, love-later plot!

As long as there is no real fighting, she can accept the other party's physical contact.

Faced with such beauty, she couldn't help but want to kiss Su Tingxi.

However, Lan Jia felt something was wrong, and the man's hands started to feel strange.

She suppressed the heat that was aroused, turned around and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Husband, I have something to tell you."

"Go to bed first, we can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say." The man had been sleeping alone for more than ten days and really missed Lan Jia. After finally waiting for his wife to return to the room, he wanted to continue what he had not finished.

Lan Jia supported the man's chest with both hands, "It's true."

"Well, I see you just don't want me to be well."

"About Ozawa."

Su Tingxi deflated as soon as he heard his son's name, and his anger subsided instantly. "Did you sign?"

Lan Jia nodded. "This matter is very important to him. If his parents don't sign, the teacher will be in trouble."

"Why did you only remember something important to him in the middle of the night?"

Seeing Su Tingxi fuming, Lan Jia couldn't help but rub his face. "He remembered you in the middle of the night and risked being beaten to come and call you. Don't you think he has valuable qualities?"

She suddenly had a question. Children are usually closer to their mothers, and when something happens they will definitely call their mothers. Why did Xiaoze call his father?

Could it be that in his mind, Mom is more vicious than Dad? Is he choosing the lesser of two evils?

Su Tingxi said nothing.

"Xiao Ze asked me to beat him," Lan Jia sighed and continued, "26 slaps on the palm of his hand. Isn't this domestic violence? Who can stand it?"

"26? He can calculate it?"

"Why are you focusing on this?" Lan Jia smiled, then turned serious again, "This is what I want to tell you. We need to change our attitude towards Xiaoze. First of all, we must resolutely not hit him..."

"Today was the first time I hit him. You were the one doing the fighting the whole time."

"..."

Lan Jia was speechless. No wonder Xiaoze didn't call her.

"You're too busy with work and easily angered, so don't worry about his studies," Su Tingxi continued. "Don't worry, I can even teach college students well, so how can Xiaoze be bad at math? I'll start writing a set of targeted teaching materials for him tomorrow, in Chinese and English. I'll ask the professors in the Faculty of Arts and the English Department."

Wow, while studying in the first grade of primary school, you can enjoy the best educational resources, professors from Jinghai University. This is like inviting referees from the International Olympic Committee to the primary school sports meeting.

"Isn't it a bit of an overreaction? It's like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."

"I didn't have such good conditions when I was a child. I had to search for lectures by famous teachers online and read books in the library to learn by myself." Su Tingxi was full of emotion when talking about the past.

Not only is he a genius in the academic circle, but thanks to the development of the Internet, he has become known to more people and is called "Su Shen". This year's final math question in the college entrance examination stumped countless academic masters, and many people online asked if he was the one who wrote the test paper.

I never thought that my genius face would be slapped by my son.

His Chinese was at least on the verge of passing, but his math was simply unbelievable. Even if he inherited one percent of his brain, he would not fail.

"Xiao Ze is different from you. I think Mom is right. He is the youngest in the class. Maybe he just hasn't figured it out yet."

"It's not that he's clueless, it's that he has no brains at all."

Lan Jia frowned, "Su Tingxi, I'm warning you, if you keep talking like that, I'll never let you go!"

Su Tingxi said "Okay, okay" while looking at Lan Jia in surprise.

He was fighting over a spelling mistake last night, but now he is indifferent to a math test with a score of 34. How come he has become a completely different person?

Didn’t she always say that on the first grade test, a score of 99 was only considered passing, and a score below 95 was considered a poor student?

The study schedule she made for her son would make even those who work 996 hours a day embarrassed.

Relatively speaking, although he is radical, it is only limited to his methods, and his actions are much calmer.

He reached out and touched Lan Jia's forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever.

Did he feel that 34 points was completely hopeless and just gave up?

"Honey, are you okay?"

"What can I do?"

"No more chicken babies?"

"It's better to push yourself than to push your child," Lan Jia blurted out. This saying wasn't popular before she traveled through time, and she didn't know where she had heard it from. Anyway, she thought it made sense at the time. "When it comes to children, you need to take it slow. The more you push them, the more counterproductive it will be."

Su Tingxi put his hands on the pillow, "Chicken yourself? There is no room for improvement for the two of us..."

Lan Jia couldn't help but pinch him, "Professor Su, be careful with your words!"

An hour passed as the two of them talked. Lan Jia urged Su Tingxi to go to bed quickly as he had classes tomorrow morning.

The man fell asleep quickly, but Lan Jia tossed and turned beside him until dawn.