Strong favor of wealthy family: rumored husband owes training

The corner of Wen Wan's mouth twitched: "You don't come here, hurry up and read a book!"

Youyou had no choice but to get up from the sofa, went down to the bookshelf, took a super thick book, climbed onto the desk, and began to read it seriously.

Wen Wan was curious, so she went over to look at what he was reading, and almost stuffed a duck egg into her mouth in surprise.

She yelled: "What nonsense are you reading? "Finnegan's Wake"! I can't even read this book, and it's all in foreign languages. Do you know what it means?"

You nodded and explained confidently: "I don't know what else I'm reading, isn't it just about a hotel owner and his family's one-night dream consciousness? This book is very simple, with almost no plot. It mainly describes the depravity and Awakening repeats itself. This is a book about the stream of the subconscious."

Wen Wan's eyes twitched: "Are you sure you can understand?"

He half-understood and replied: "I think this is just to consolidate foreign languages. To be honest, I don't have any personal experience in these things, so I don't understand them very well, but I think I should be able to understand them when I grow up."

Wen Wan was furious, pointing at the bookshelf and shouting: "Go and see Andersen, hurry up!"

Three black lines slid down Youyou's face, and he bargained: "...that is Zhuyun's favorite, can I read the Weapon Encyclopedia or Houhei Xue?"

Wen Wan couldn't bear it anymore, why was her cute, pure, kind and simple son getting more and more out of her control?Could it be that I usually cared so little about him that it made him go so far!

"Son!" Wen Wanyu patted the child's head earnestly, "Listen to Mommy and watch some fables or cartoons, okay? Those who learn thick and black are all because of the sorghums. It's not suitable for you." .”

Youyou blinked and didn't quite understand: "Mommy, I might become a weirdo when I grow up, right?"

"Pfft!" A mouthful of old blood spewed out, gently touching his heart, earnestly said: "No, my Youyou is the Prince Charming in the comic world, how could it be possible to follow the strange route?"

"Then what about my father? Is it a prince or a strange millet?" He asked suddenly.

Wen Wan was taken aback, looked down at him, thought about this question seriously, and replied seriously: "Your father is nothing but a pervert."

"Does Mommy like perverts very much? Then I will be a pervert in the future, okay?"

"Pfft—" Wen Wan vomited blood and died, the story is over!

"I'm just kidding, Mommy, I just read fables." Seeing the frustration and failure on Wen Wan's face, Youyou immediately smiled innocently.

"Really? That's great, it's Mommy's good baby. By the way, you can read at home. I have something to go out today." Wen Wan was a little relieved, stood up and was about to go out, but was held back by Youyou clothes corner.

"Mommy!" Youyou raised her head, looking at her with big watery eyes, "Come on!"

Wen Wan was taken aback, her nose suddenly felt sore, her eye sockets were moistened slightly, she nodded heavily, raised her small fist, and puffed up for herself: "...Mmm! Come on!"

Watching Mommy close the door, the smile on Youyou's face gradually disappeared. He quickly ran to the TV and turned on the power, just in time to play the scene of Lan Mo being trampled by reporters.

Under the darkness blocked by the curtains, the corner of the child's tender mouth slightly raised a sneer, with a tinge of milk in his tone, but extremely sinister: "Do you think it's okay if you do this? Shen Moling!"