Hubby, Please Spare Me

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Shui Miaomiao is frying garlic shredded pork.

Shen Mochen walked to her. He didn't like going into the kitchen before, and the smell of oily smoke was too heavy.

But she is here, this place has become beautiful and warm.

"Yanyan seems to be obsessed with games?" Shen Mochen squinted at Shui Miaomiao thoughtfully. "Do you care?"

Shui Miaomiao glanced at Shen Mochen, withdrew her gaze, and continued towards the shredded garlic seedlings, asking, "What were you doing when you were eight years old?"

"Learn." Shen Mochen said confidently.

When he was eight years old, he had finished all the courses in elementary school. At the age of nine, he went to junior year. When he was a child, he was known as a child prodigy and had been in the newspaper.

Shui Miaomiao looked at Shen Mochen and said with pride: "Yan Yan has now learned all the elementary school courses. He promised me that he will be 100 points and he has done the work well in advance. The rest of the time is his, What he loves to do is called promoting his enthusiasm."

Shui Miaomiao said that she thought what she said made sense and nodded heavily.

"Have you never thought about letting him jump?" Shen Mochen asked.

"I ask you, what did you do after jumping?" Shui Miaomiao asked with his head tilted.

"Get out of the society early, work... make money." Shen Mochen thought after Shui Miaomiao's words, suddenly realized.

Ok.

Yanyan opens a shop now, and is now out of the society. He is doing IT work and earning more money than ordinary IT people.

His son is ahead of him.

He was very proud of it.

Shui Miaomiao saw him understand her allusion, with a proud mother in her eyes, smiling brightly.

Shen Mochen looked at her agile.

There is no denying it.

Shui Miaomiao has a unique perspective that stimulates the child's potential, follows its development, encourages growth, and is a good mother.

Shen Mochen raised a smile and asked, "What were you doing when you were eight years old?"

Shui Miaomiao put down her smiling face, with a strange embarrassment on her face, and gave Shen Mochen a glance.

The high IQ of their father and son hurt her deeply.

When she was eight years old, she was still catching crickets in the grass and looking for caterpillars. The biggest fun was to climb the window of Lingyi’s room overnight and put the caterpillars in Ye Lingyi’s stationery box to frighten Ye Lingyi and then make up her house. Home.

"Don't tell you, it's boring." Shui Miaomiao said, continuing to cook.

"Miao Miao." Shen Mochen called her.

She didn't want to care, she must be fine.

"Miao Miao." Shen Mochen shouted again.

"Why!" Shui Miaomiao looked at him impatiently.

"Thank you." Shen Mochen said softly, looking at her deeply, with a wave of light shining in the charming pupil and a smile.

Shui Miaomiao's heart was hit hard, rippling ripples, and indulged in his tender water-like eyes, blushing and asked: "Thank me what?"

"Thank you in the ten minutes that I was inflamed with me, I didn't make a small difference, so I didn't let Yanyan's IQ deviate." Shen Mochen said with a smile.

Shui Miaomiao: "..."

A group of grass and mud horses ran in her heart, and trampled her self-esteem again.

Shui Miaomiao pointed out the door, "Go, go out."

Shen Mochen spoiled her smile and ignored her anger, holding a vegetable bowl and smiling mischievously at her, "Wife, continue to stay focused. In the future, our daughter's IQ will not depend on you."

"Shen Mochen." Shui Miaomiao shouted.

Shen Mochen kissed Shui Miaomiao's lips and went out with the dishes.

Where he had kissed, a current flowed into the body, causing a series of chemical reactions.

Shui Miaomiao's breath disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was like the sweetness of chocolate melted in my heart.

If she could live like Shen Mochen for a lifetime, how nice it would be.