Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3293 Full of love and tenderness

He obviously wrote well, but Old Joe just wasn't satisfied.

Shigong and Lao Qiao are different. Shigong often praises him, but Lao Qiao always says that his writing is not good enough.

Qiao Chengfan wrote very seriously.

Josnian sat over and looked through the copybooks he had copied before: "I'd better practice more, and I'll hire you a better teacher someday."

"Oh." Qiao Chengfan ignored her.

"Did you practice the piano? How long did you practice a day when you were in London?"

"One hour."

"Ah."

"Old Qiao...you're blocking my sunlight." Qiao Chengfan looked up at him.

"You!" Josnian looked at the kid's clean face, but he really wanted to get angry but couldn't.

He threw down the copying stickers: "Then you continue to practice, I'll go and see your sister, she is much more sensible than you."

"Walk slowly."

"..."

Josnian was extremely depressed.

I want to smoke, but I am worried that there will be children at home, so I stop smoking and go to Xiaoyouzi's children's room.

Xiaoyouzi was playing an alphabet game with a young foreign teacher. The foreign teacher was very patient and made the little girl giggle, very happy.

The little girl was crawling on the ground, but when she saw that Jos was coming, she immediately sat upright.

"How are you doing?" Josnian asked.

The foreign teacher said: "I can read a lot of words."

"Read it to me."

Xiaoyouzi had no choice but to reluctantly open her textbook, picking out what she could read.

It's a pity that the reading is very non-standard and often mispronounced.

The little girl scratched her head.

Josnian was furious: "Ye Muyuan, did you take class seriously? Only read one word correctly?"

Xiaoyouzi pursed her mouth and scratched her head, looking like she was about to cry.

Very fierce.

"If you're not serious, I'll throw away all your toys."

The foreign teacher coaxed: "Mr. Qiao, the little lady is already very good. It's because I can't teach her well. I will teach her patiently. The little lady is very smart, but she is too young, and it is normal for her to be inaccurate."

The foreign teacher's mandarin was not very fluent, but he was communicating with Josnian very seriously.

He felt that Mr. Qiao was too harsh on the young lady.

"Don't see you anymore." Xiaoyouzi threw a pillow at Josnian and pouted sadly.

Really sad.

Why throw her toys.

Is her toy wrong?

Josnian didn't know why his temper was so bad today, so he simply stood up and left.

When he got near the garden, he couldn't hold back anymore and lit a cigarette.

The morning sun in the east was hanging in the air, and the smoke was swirling. Josnian put one hand in his pocket and held the cigarette in the other, looking into the distance with his deep eyes.

When he returned home, Ye Jiaqi had already had breakfast. She was sitting next to Qiao Chengfan, resting her chin on one hand, quietly watching Qiao Chengfan write.

The light was soft, and Ye Jiaqi's smile was even softer.

The corners of her lips were raised, and her doting eyes fell on Qiao Chengfan's face, full of love and tenderness.

After Qiao Chengfan finished writing a post, she took it over and read it carefully: "Chengfan's writing is really good."

Qiao Chengfan was embarrassed by her praise: "I have to practice more."

"You continue to write, and I'll watch it again. Do you mind others reading when you write?" Ye Jiaqi asked softly.

"Of course I don't mind. It's just that the writing is not good. I'm sorry to show you."

"It's already very good. If you go to school, you must be the best one in the class."

Qiao Chengfan was embarrassed by her praise.

In the air is the aroma of ink, not thick, but faint.

(End of this chapter)