Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

Zhang Zirui left, leaving He Sichen and his parents in the living room to face each other's anger.

He Sichen wanted to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, but in the end he could only put on a stiff and dull smile.

Taoist priests have been invited, but no matter how hard you argue, it is wrong and useless.

But to their surprise, Ye Ziling did not get angry on the spot and tied the three of them together and beat them to a pulp.

Just like when she brought Xiaopeng back home, she casually reported a few dish names that sounded tricky and complicated, and then led the child to the small storage room to dismantle the model and observe the specimens.

After they finally copied the dishes according to the recipes, Ye Ziling and Xiaopeng went out to eat.

She was uncharacteristically quiet at the dinner table, without any criticism of their craftsmanship. After dinner, she put her arms around Xiaopeng's shoulders and went back to the room to teach him his homework.

He Sichen smelled an unusual smell in the air that he felt was getting thinner and thinner.

It's the calm before the storm.

He squeezed the phone.

When he was helping his parents choose dishes in the kitchen, Zhang Zirui sent a message——

"Mr. He, what can I say about you? To tell you the truth, I secretly used a magic weapon to see it just now. Your wife is just an ordinary person and is not possessed."

"Everyone else hopes for harmony between husband and wife and smooth family life. Why don't you, a husband, hope for your wife to be well? I don't think you are a monster..."

Later, there are some deposits that will not be returned.

He Sichen didn't expect that after working for a long time, his wife was not a monster and even put in a deposit of 25.

He really wanted to get that huge deposit back.

But these days, the scammers' methods of deception have become much more sophisticated. He signed a contract with Zhang Zirui, and it was written in black and white. There was definitely no chance of getting the deposit back.

Ye Ziling still didn't know how to punish him. When he thought of this, He Sichen's conditioned reflex felt as if his face had been punched several times.

It was dark the next day, at about four o'clock in the morning, He Sichen carried a small luggage bag and quietly walked out of the door under the eyes of his parents as if they were about to leave.

He was going to a friend's house to escape the limelight.

His parents told him not to worry, they still had the identity of Ye Ziling's parents-in-law, and she didn't dare to really hurt them.

He Sichen thought it made sense. He got up early today, packed up four or five sets of clothes, and headed straight to the underground garage.

Opening the door, He Sichen threw his luggage into the passenger seat, got into the driver's seat, and closed the door.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps, and he immediately felt a resistance on the car door.

Looking outside, he saw Ling Liang's right hand stuck on the upper side of the car window, watching him quietly.

He Sichen hadn't recovered from the shock. The next second, he was forcefully pulled out of the cab.

Ling Liang took the person to a surveillance corner, and with the light coming from the car lights next to him, He Sichen was beaten until he cried for his father and mother.

When the original owner's son was at home, he would try to have as few physical conflicts with He Sichen as possible to avoid exposing the child to bad scenes.

It was also for this reason that after Zhang Zirui, who was invited by the He family to slay the demon, left, Ling Liang did not choose to have an immediate attack.

He Sichen should have figured out what he was thinking. He was very obedient and took advantage of this to create a time difference. While Xiaopeng was still at home and not attending interest classes, he had to step on the watermelon rind and run away.

But Ling Liang can let him live freely?

If you offend others, don't you need to bear the consequences?

The corners of He Sichen's mouth were bleeding. He raised his hand and touched it, and all the teeth in his mouth seemed to be loose.

He suspected that a few of his teeth might fall out, but that was just He Sichen's illusion. The pain paralyzed his nerves and sent him the wrong signal.

Ling Liang knew the severity of the attack, and it was hard to explain to him even if he beat him severely or even maimed him.

Less than half an hour after leaving He's house, He Sichen picked up his luggage and went back with his huge head on his back.

Seeing He Sichen's appearance, He's father and mother couldn't bear to look away, full of guilt for their son.

As soon as he left, his daughter-in-law walked out of the room and followed him with murderous intent. They couldn't stop her.

They wanted to chase their daughter-in-law, but she was moving too fast. The old couple were powerless and could only silently pray for their son, hoping that he would not be caught up by Ye Ziling.

But their son's injuries made it clear that their prayers had no effect.

Father He looked at his son with dark circles under his eyes, then at his old wife who loved his son, and sighed: "She is just a shrew, shrew, Sichen, your life is miserable."

He's mother also wiped away tears and said: "What kind of luck has our He family been on recently? Our good daughter-in-law will change whenever she wants..."

The chandelier overhead illuminated the living room brightly. The hands of the clock pointed to four forty, and it would be some time before the sun would rise outside.

I asked them to sleep again, but they couldn't fall asleep. The three of them were speechless, each thinking about their own thoughts.

After a while, He Sichen staggered into his new room, a master bedroom that was hastily decorated from the only guest room in the house.

He went in and never came out.

The time came to seven o'clock in the morning.

After eating a sumptuous breakfast made by grandma, Xiaopeng, who knew nothing about what happened in the early morning, said goodbye to his mother happily, picked up his bulging schoolbag and went to learn drums from the teacher.

The interest class is located in the community, only a ten-minute walk away.

Ling Liang signed up for Xiaopeng, and after walking with him twice to get to know each other, he let him go to class by himself.

Children still need to be somewhat independent.

Sun Tzu has attended class several times, but Mother He still has to mutter to express her dissatisfaction, "Why are you studying that stuff? It's not your job. Xiaopeng's grades are so bad. He is not first in the class, not even second!"

"He should study hard. How can the drum set help him? Even if he learns musical instruments, he should also learn high-end instruments. I think the piano and violin are very good. You even canceled the class I signed up for him..."

Mother He didn't say anything else, because Ling Liang was looking at her with an evil look.

He's mother is worried that her grandson's grades are not improving, but Ling Liang believes that she must first reflect on her own problems.

Xiaopeng is six years old. She has enrolled in three tutoring classes, a Mathematical Olympiad writing class and a foreign language class. She takes her grandson to class every week, rain or shine.

These tutoring classes have greatly squeezed Xiaopeng's reasonable play time, making him increasingly feel the burden and fatigue of studying, but his grades have still not improved.

There are only a few years of carefree time in a person's life. Since childhood, many people have all kinds of worries.

What a cruel thing to force a child to grow.

But He's mother never tired of it.

Ling Liang discussed with Xiaopeng, followed his wishes, withdrew the two tutoring classes except the Mathematical Olympiad class, and added a drum kit that he was interested in.

The children in the Mathematical Olympiad class are generally third- and fourth-grade students. The basics are there. Ling Liang is worried that Xiaopeng cannot keep up with the course.

I asked him about his ranking, and I found that the little guy was pretty good. He didn't fall behind among a group of kids two or three years older than him, and he never fell out of the top three.

At this point, He's mother was still not satisfied. Ling Liang couldn't figure out what she wanted. Should she let her grandson fly to heaven with wings?