80s: Little Sweet Wife

As for Wu Yue's neurosis, everyone chose to ignore it collectively. After all, he is a child of the Wu family, and it is not a glorious thing to have a neurosis. Mr. Wu looked at He Biyun sternly, and said solemnly: "Second daughter-in-law, Yueyue in the future. Don't interfere in the study, you only need to be responsible for the life of the second child and the child."

The old man looked at Wu Zhengsi again and said, "Second brother, in the future, you will have more snacks and be responsible for the study of the two children, and don't talk about the first place all day long, just do your best, and the girl's grades will be in the middle. It's alright, my mother and I didn't have high expectations for Zhenghong back then, and it's different for you and your elder brother, and you have to rely on men for glory!"

Not to mention He Biyun, even Wu Zhengsi felt uncomfortable when he heard this. Not having a son was his biggest regret, but he also wanted his children to shine in the family. The eldest daughter didn't seem too hopeful, but the youngest... …

"Dad, I don't like to hear what you say. Who said that you have to have a man to shine in the family? I think the eyebrows are very good, the appearance is good, and the painting is good, and I will definitely win glory for you in the future!"

Wei Qiuyue smiled and rounded up the game, most of it was out of sincerity. She really felt that Wu Mei would have a future in the future, and she had always disliked the idea of ​​​​Mr. Wu's preference for sons over women, even though she gave birth to two sons.

After hearing this, Mr. Wu was not angry at all. He looked at Wu Mei with relief. The little granddaughter really impressed him, and it is really uncertain what will happen in the future!

Wu Zhengsi is also very happy, it is more suitable for my sister-in-law to say this than for him to say it himself, isn't that what he thinks!

Wu Zhenghong said coolly: "Sister-in-law, don't talk too early, there are thousands of people studying painting in our country, how many of them can be famous? I think Meimei wins an award in the city. , I still have to focus on reading, like our family Wenhui."

To say that this Wu Zhenghong is really a top class. When Wu Yue's grades were good, she disliked Wu Yue 100 times. Now that Wu Mei won the award, she also disliked Wu Mei 1,000 times. Don't even think about crossing her daughter, whoever crosses her is not a good thing.

Ji Jianbo glared at his wife and said with a smile: "Zhenghong is worried about Meimei's pride, saying something ironic to provoke Meimei, hehe, I think Meimei can definitely do it, I will first wish Meimei a victory in the Kyoto competition next spring, and then take another one. This certificate is back!"

Fortunately, Ji Jianbo's words rounded off the scene, Wu Zhengsi's face softened a little, Wu Zhenghong wanted to say a few more harsh words, but the old lady took a piece of chicken **** and stuffed it in her mouth, the old lady gave her a fierce look, and reprimanded in a low voice. :"shut up!"

Wu Zhenghong flattened her mouth and nibbled at the chicken **** angrily. She only hoped that next spring would come soon, so that Wu Mei couldn't even touch the edge of the certificate, so she would be happy!

Halfway through the meal, Ji Jianbo secretly found Wu Mei, who was ventilating in the yard, and asked her about He Wenjing. Wu Mei didn't like Ji Jianbo's stickiness from the bottom of his heart. He ate from the bowl and looked at the pot. Red also ruined He Wenjing.

Fortunately, He Wenjing was dragged by Zhao Yingnan, and she stopped her horse in time and did not continue to make mistakes.

"Mr. He is doing well now. She will go home next year. Teacher He asks you and your aunt to live a good life. Don't go to her again."

The last sentence was added by Wu Mei herself. In fact, He Wenjing still has lingering affection for Ji Jianbo. However, under Zhao Yingnan's suppression, this lingering affection is not enough to make He Wenjing have the courage to find Ji Jianbo's old love revival. Just a few sighs at the moon sky.

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I recommend the article "I am such a delicate flower" by a good friend who has no beauty under the moon: the scum in the garden can't be locked up, but a delicate flower comes up from the sky~ It is worth having a brain-burning strategy~