Being His Little Fox

Song Yi sat and watched.

She thought, Tang Si was not too tired.

Sometimes when teaching children to learn something, it is the parents who are tired.

Because I have to stare at the hard work all the time.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Ma Ma -" Tang Song was pitiful.

Song Yi stopped and glanced back.

"Hey, have fun with your dad. It's considered a craftsmanship. If you can't find a job when you grow up, it's good to collect scraps."

"Anyway, don't expect me and your dad to support you, your dad can only support me."

After speaking, Song Yi left.

At this moment, I only feel that the Tang and Song dynasty little treasure father doesn't hurt, and the mother doesn't love it.

This evening, the children have been miserably taught, and they will feel a sense of fear when they see the paper.

It is impossible to tear the paper anymore.

...

The next day, Fu Jingsheng strolled over to see his nephew.

Fu Jingsheng also came here often, and the two of them were also familiar with each other.

Tang Song should be bored when he was very young. Both Tang Si and Song Yi felt that they might be a dull gourd when they grow up.

Fu Jingsheng came to Qin, so it couldn't be bored.

In addition, with a father like Tang Si, how could it be possible to cultivate that kind of son with a cold and big ice mountain?

Song Yi also felt that there would be a high-cold male **** in the family in the future.

It turned out that she was thinking too much herself.

"I said why you two dislike little baby so much, don't give it to me."

Song Yi sat lazily on the sofa: "If you want to find a wife by yourself and give birth to one?"

Fu Jingsheng: "I don't want to."

"I think it's good to pick up the ready-made ones. Finding a wife is too troublesome." Fu Jingsheng gave an example: "I have to buy her cosmetics, buy bags, and distinguish the lipstick number. I have a headache every day."

"I'm so good to be single by myself. I can wave as much as I want, and no one cares about me." Fu Jingsheng raised his eyebrows and hugged Tang Song: "Right? What do you think?"

"Besides being single, I want to find a few young ladies, just a few young ladies. There is no limit at all."

Song Yi: "Don't teach my son badly."

Fu Jingsheng tilted his head: "A man is bad in nature. Even if I don't pay him, he will learn badly by himself, so it's better to let me lead him astray first."

"Oh no, enter my right way."

Song Yi: "Go away."

"Huh?" Fu Jingsheng asked, "Brother-in-law never thought about retiring?"

"I want him to retire, but it is impossible in the near term. It is still so young. This city council has finally cultivated a talent and will not let it go easily."

Fu Jingsheng: "Bah, my brother-in-law was not trained by the Municipal Bureau, okay? He grew up like this himself."

"He didn't engage in criminal investigation at the beginning, and then he transferred."

Song Yi took a bite of the apple: "That's how it is said, but no matter where you go, it is an experience."

"Experience represents growth, and it can be regarded as cultivation."

Fu Jingsheng shrugged.

Sometimes he can't agree with some people's ideas.

In his concept, freedom comes first.

Song Yi went upstairs to deal with documents in the study.

Fu Jingsheng said to Tang Song downstairs: "If your parents bully you in the future, you will call me and call me super silently. Later, I will come to teach you how to call, and I will pick you up. ."

"You give me the end of life, how about I raise you?"

Tang Song blinked his eyes, unclearly.

Fu Jingsheng visited his nephew so often.

The inexplicable little guy seemed to be taken away.

...

In a blink of an eye, Tang Song was five years old, went to kindergarten, and could speak.

That mouth may be loud.

Better than his father.

The driver took him home today.

Song Yi and Tang Si hadn't got off work yet, so he just came out with his little schoolbag and started doing homework.

Tang and Song were clever, the kindergarten's arithmetic problems and the like were very simple.

One teaches.

So the homework was done in no time.

He was educated by Tang Si, and he was more self-disciplined in his character since he was a child, and there was no lazy part.

Everything is done on the same day.

Finishing homework is to watch TV or play with toys.

Sometimes he would go out to play with children by himself.

There are many children in this villa area.

Sometimes it was grandparents who took those children out.

Tang Song went out alone.

He checked the time, 5.30.

Thinking about it, mom should be back.

With the TV on, I went to the kitchen to wash the fruits and put them on the coffee table, and then went to the hallway to prepare slippers.

Step on it and wait for mom to come back.

Song Yi opened the door and got his son's satisfactory service.

She laughed and touched his head: "Have you finished your homework?"

"Yeah." Tang Song's appearance became more and more attractive, and a small fleshy face gradually became less fleshy.

It's already long open, looking like a handsome boy.

But it really looks like a reduced version of Tang Si.

Father and son are really alike.

You can tell at a glance, this is biological.

Tang Song: "Mom, can you give me 10 yuan tomorrow?"

"Why is it 10 yuan?"

Tang Song said in a serious manner: "Because someone invited me to eat today, I want to invite me back tomorrow. Dad said this is called reciprocity, and I should have made many friends since I was young."

"The road ahead is easy."

"..." Song Yi: "Your dad taught me indiscriminately, don't listen to him talking nonsense."

"Huh?" Tang Song tilted his head and looked at Song Yi with bright eyes: "Then Dad said that loving his mother at home is also a chaotic religion?"

"What Dad says is nonsense, so don't you need to listen to it in the future?"

Song Yi: "...this is not the case. When we grow up, we have to make our own judgment and learn to distinguish what we can listen to and what we can't."

"For example, it's not right for you to go out and spend money."

This is clearly the behavior of Neptune.

"Ok."

Although Song Yi did not give money, Tang and Song still treated Song Yi well.

The concept he accepted since he was a child is to love and protect her mother.

I even feel that all girls need to be protected.

Girls are delicate and weak.

Tang Si came back early that day.

Tang Song went to Tang Si for money again.

He said, "Where do I have money? Aren't all our money in your mother's place?"

"To put it bluntly, you two just don't want to give me money and push me to death."

"Then why are you two giving birth to me?"

Tang Si sat on the sofa, working on documents, and answered faintly, "Don't you understand? You are the accident of our family. Do you still need human rights?"

Tang Song: "What does human rights mean?"

"Don't always drag things that I don't understand."

He will find a few more TV dramas to learn the next day.

Humph!

"You don't want to watch that kind of dog-blood TV series for me in the future." Tang Si looked at Tang Song: "If you don't learn well at a young age, learn those."

Tang Song put his hands on his hips and looked at Zi Tang Si with piercing eyes: "Then I didn't see what you taught."

Tang Si smiled and put the computer in his hand.

Stood up.

Tang Song rushed into the room and locked the door.

"Open the door."

"Dad, force can't solve the problem, communication is the only way to solve the problem. This is what you told me." Tang Song locked the door and said with a voice: "You can't do this, why I am not satisfied. When you are not satisfied, you just communicate with me to solve it. When you are not satisfied, you just start to beat me?"

"Can I suspect that I picked it up from outside?"

"I just want 10 yuan." Tang Song: "10 yuan is not much, don't you come with a wave? You don't give me 10 yuan, too stingy."

"Improper use."

Tang Song: "The days of sending people under the fence are too sad."

"Little bunny, don't force me to kick the door."

Tang Song sighed, "Kick it, kick it, it's a big deal, I don't want it."

"I understand, you two are using me as a light bulb anyway."

"It's not too late for you to understand."

Song Yi: "You have to fight with your son. Someday you will feel uncomfortable if you don't quarrel."

"What I call training his brain power." Tang Si Leng said, "I am not ashamed to lose to his dad. It would be ashamed to go out and lose to others, and to lose me."

Tang Song curled his lips in the back room: "You have lost your face by yourself, you are ashamed to say."

Tang Si: "You say it again?"

The child was milky: "I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to hear it. You start to have tinnitus before you reach seven or eighty. I want my mother to find a new father for me, otherwise I think I can grow up. It's mostly a problem."

Tang Si: "Help your mom green your dad, brat, where did you learn the bad tricks?"

"You don't need to worry about me naturally having my channel?"

Tang Song: "Your ability to make money needs to be examined. You can't even pay 10 yuan. It's too good."

In order to get the poor 10 yuan, he did everything he could.

He didn't hesitate to offend his father, even though he knew he might die miserably in the future.

But he really wants money!

Tang Si haha: "I will smash that broken TV tomorrow."

"Ten yuan, no matter if I have it or not, don't want it. Just your attitude is still aggressive, is it useful to me?"

"Dad!" Tang Song was anxious.

Tang Si went back, sat on the sofa, and continued to process the documents.

He can't deal with such a child?

On this day, Tang Song only felt wronged.

Obviously he was addicted to his mouth, but his parents ignored him afterwards.

Suddenly I felt that I was really not my own.

The morning of the 2nd day.

Tang Song looked at Song Yi eagerly.

He tugged at Song Yi's sleeves: "Mom, you shouldn't ask Dad for a younger brother or sister for me, right?"

"Why did you ask so?"

"My classmates said that for those who gave birth to younger siblings, the parents felt that the tuba was abolished, and they need to practice a trumpet and upgrade again."

"Puff—" Song Yi almost spewed a sip of milk just now.

"Don't listen to their nonsense."

"Then why don't you give me 10 yuan?"

"You are too young now." Song Yi rubbed Tang Song's head: "You can't distribute your money on your own. You can ask for money. Mom can give you 5 yuan first."

"Then you come back and tell mom what you did with the 5 yuan."

Tang Song pursed his lips, "Alright."

then.

School is over that afternoon.

Song Yi found more than fifty dollars in the Tang and Song Dynasty schoolbags.

"...?" Song Yi quickly called his son over to ask about the situation.

"what happened."

Tang Song looked at: "I make money, money makes money."

"What are you doing? This is the money I earn by my skills, and you are not allowed to confiscate it." Tang Song was particularly vigilant.

Song Yi is incredible.

She took a deep breath.

"How did you earn it?"

"Help the classmates do homework." Tang Song said, "Three yuan each time, 100 per month."

"This can also exercise my hands-on ability. The more I write, the smarter my brain may become."

"In this way, I have earned money and knowledge as well, great, right?"

Song Yi: "..."

Suddenly speechless.

"Who did you learn from?"

"My dad." Tang Song smiled, "I listened to him on the video call that day."

"I just optimized the methods of those criminals to make money within the legal scope."

Song Yi: "..."

"Then your 50 yuan is not a monthly subscription, right? You did a lot of homework today?"

"Not this one."

"I didn't do it."

"So where did your money come from?"

"Because I am the monitor of the class." Tang Song: "The teacher trusts me very much and thinks I am very smart. After helping the teacher to correct the homework a few times, the teacher is very satisfied."

"Now I am correcting simple homework, and I report to the teacher that they did it."

Song Yi suddenly didn't know how to educate this kind of thing.

"So what did you do with that 5 yuan?"

Tang Song: "I took it to invite classmates to eat lollipops. Five yuan is less, so I invited 10 people to take care of my business."

"This trick is called drawing people's hearts."

He looked up at Song Yi: "Awesome, right?"

Song Yi thinks.

This black belly, this routine is cunning.

It's really out of the same model as Tang Si.

From being together to now, Song Yi has seen many tricks of Tang Si.

Tang Song had already understood that it was like this at a young age.

It's incredible.

"It's not right to do this thing."

Tang Song: "What's wrong with this, it's their own volition."

"I didn't force them."

"They don't want to study, don't want to do their homework, it will hurt themselves in the future, they will pay for such behavior in the future, and I appear in their lives just to teach them a lesson."

Tang and Song dynasties knew of the human relationships and sophistication is particularly superficial.

Not so scheming, so small after all.

It's just that he has already mixed the kindergarten into a small society.

Tang Si came back that night.

Song Yi said the matter again.

She analyzed and said: "I think if this continues, my son will have a risk of kicking the two of us."

"Besides, you should avoid meeting in front of him in the future, and don't think that there are not many children. You can see how she has been fascinated since childhood, what has become of this."

Song Yi helped his forehead.

It's a crime.

She didn't dare to imagine what it would be like when the parents of those children knew what it would be like to come to her to settle the accounts.

Tang Si was quite calm: "Tang Song is right. He will teach those people a lesson, and those people will also teach him a lesson. If the parents find out, when this happens, let him solve it by himself. "

"He has to know what's good or bad, it's useless to teach it without speaking."

"And he has a talent for business."

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