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

The young man ran in front, and Su Tingxi followed slowly behind.

Occasionally he would quicken his pace, and the short legs in front of him would run even faster. If he deliberately slacked off, the boy in front would also slow down, turn his head and shout, "Dad, you can't catch up with me, you have to hurry up!"

The airport hall was bustling with people, and flight information was broadcast from the radio from time to time.

Su Yuze pricked up his ears, listening carefully to every sound, afraid of missing his mother's flight information. Strangely, his mother's flight number was a combination of letters and numbers, but he remembered it clearly, even understanding the English version.

He took Sun Wukong in his hand and skipped towards the airport.

However, to their surprise, they had only been away for an hour when the hall became bustling with activity. Suddenly, there were many more people. These people did not seem to be ordinary people coming to pick someone up, but rather seemed to be an organized and unified action.

Su Tingxi was puzzled. Could it be that a master who won the Nobel Prize in Physics had come? But why had he never heard any news about it? How could he not know about such a major event in the academic world?

In his view, only those who have made great contributions to human progress deserve this overwhelming enthusiasm.

But then he thought, those who pursue truth and science wouldn't engage in such empty formalism. Just like his mentor, Li Yuewen, who was already a national treasure, he often wore a pair of cloth shoes and rode an old bicycle around the school.

The school secretary tried to dissuade him countless times whenever he saw his bicycle, which didn't even have a working brake. He always cheerfully said that his riding skills were even better than his academic level and he would never hit a student.

The secretary looked shocked and said, "I'm worried that something might happen to you. Of course, it's not okay to hit students."

Later, the school secretary had no other choice but to find a few students to "steal" his bicycle, and he finally felt relieved.

But he soon realized that these people were obviously fans picking him up at the airport.

Although he is not a fan of celebrities, he will occasionally check out some hot searches with Lan Jia. Aren’t celebrities the most popular ones?

Lan Jia's flight has arrived, but it will take some time to get out. Su Tingxi and his son sat down in the rest area nearby.

Su Yuze sat on the chair, his legs swinging constantly, his eyes still fixed on the entrance.

I couldn't help but look at that group of crazy people.

"Dad, what do these brothers and sisters do? They seem to be all sisters."

These fans were seen holding support signs with handsome photos of stars printed on them, as well as colorful banners with various messages. They were particularly eye-catching in the crowd, and were filled with affectionate confessions and warm welcomes to the stars.

"These sisters come to pick up the ones they like."

"Oh, so they are just like us."

"Dad, don't we love Mommy enough?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Look at those sisters, they are holding photos and slogans in their hands. Dad, what is that sister holding? What are you holding?"

"I love you."

As the father and son were talking, they suddenly heard screams and shouts like the sound of a tsunami.

The star, greeted by fans, walked out of the passage surrounded by bodyguards. The fans rushed forward frantically, trying to break through the human wall formed by the security personnel. They just wanted to be closer to their idol.

The shouting was deafening, and Su Tingxi and Su Yuze couldn't help but cover their ears.

Su Yuze leaned close to Su Tingxi's ear and said, "Dad, they look like people from the Kingdom of Daughters."

Su Tingxi nodded. They were all girls, so it looked like the Land of Daughters. But the little guy continued, "It was just like that when Sun Wukong and his companions arrived at the Land of Daughters. Those people chased after the four masters and apprentices like crazy."

"Oh, I really wish there was a Zhu Bajie."

"why?"

"Zhu Bajie showed his head to scare them, and they ran away."

Su Tingxi was overthinking it. Judging from their age, these fans looked like middle school students. Even though it was the weekend, they were still taking the time and energy to come to the airport to support him. As an educator, he simply couldn't understand or approve of the fans' behavior.

If I put this passion into studying, I will definitely be able to score ten more points in the college entrance examination.

"This brother is not good-looking at all. He is not as good-looking as dad or me." Su Yuze sat on a chair and saw the brother wearing sunglasses from a distance. He didn't understand why the sisters swarmed to get close to him. What would be the harm in getting closer?

The little boy was unwilling to admit that other men were more handsome, not even more handsome than his father.

"You have to see the beauty of the soul." Su Tingxi doesn't like to go deep into the topic of good looks. He is troubled by the appearance problem in school and thinks that looking ordinary may not be a bad thing.

"He has even less inner beauty. Look how much he disturbs everyone's travel." Su Yuze shook his head. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Dad, Mom is here! Mom is here!"

Su Yuze saw Lan Jia at a glance, jumped off the chair and ran towards the exit.

"Slow down, Xiaoze," Su Tingxi followed closely.

In just a moment, the father and son were separated by crazy fans.

Su Yuze is too young, and the fans only have eyes for their idol and don’t have time to look down.

The fans in front took Su Yuze aside, and the fans who came up from behind raised their mobile phones and took pictures of their idol crazily, and even wanted to get a clearer picture by bypassing the security guards.

Su Yuze was pushed to the ground, and the crazy sisters didn't even bother to help him.

Su Tingxi rushed over with his long legs and pushed the crowd away.

The little guy held the Monkey King doll tightly in his hand and sat on the ground protecting his head until he was picked up by Su Tingxi. He hugged his father's neck. The scene just now was so terrible that he couldn't help sobbing.

When Lan Jia came out, she saw Su Tingxi holding his son and carefully examining him on the other side.

Not knowing what had happened, he threw down his suitcase and rushed over.

"Mom, mom~I'm sorry." Su Yuze sobbed and apologized to Lan Jia.

"Ozawa, what's wrong?"

"I didn't prepare a sign for my mother."

"What slogan?"

Su Tingxi pointed at the fans who had already left the star and said, "Say 'I love you' on the sign."

Lan Jia happily rubbed her son's face and said, "Xiao Ze's love for his mother doesn't need to be written down."

She understood that the star just mentioned was very popular at the moment. She had just returned to Jinghai City on the same flight as her. One of her colleagues was also a fan. If she had not been afraid of bringing shame to the company due to her identity as a TV station employee, she would have rushed over to ask for his autograph and take a photo with him.

Su Tingxi looked at the people walking away and couldn't help sighing.

"Xiao Ze, it's a good thing to like someone, but you can't be too blind and lose yourself."

Su Yuze seemed to understand, but he knew that his father wanted him not to be like these sisters. No matter what, it was wrong for them to push down passers-by.

"Don't worry, Dad, I won't be like them."

"Why?" Su Tingxi and Lan Jia both knew that children are easily bewitched, and liking stars and worshipping idols is a compulsory course for many people's growth. As long as they are properly guided, it will also be beneficial to the growth of children.

"Have you forgotten? I like Sun Wukong, but Sun Wukong is fake." Su Yuze raised the Sun Wukong doll that he had been protecting and shook it in front of his parents.

"Besides, Sun Wukong doesn't need to take a plane to go anywhere. He can just fly there with a somersault cloud."