Hello, Mr. Mo

Chapter 2 Habitual Actions
At noon, Mo Zhicheng came back exhausted.

Just now he was correcting his homework at school, and he didn't come back until he checked in after school.Now the subject groups require too much homework, and their teachers seem to have endless homework.

Seeing Mo Zhicheng coming back, Liang Ping hurriedly fetched slippers for him and asked him to wash his hands and prepare for dinner.

When Mo Zhicheng was sitting at the small dining table, Liang Ping pretended to be a good soup for him.Cantonese like a bowl of soup before meals and a bowl of soup after meals.

"Mom, I'll do it myself, you hurry up and eat." Mo Zhicheng was embarrassed to ask his mother to do it for him.

"It's okay, you should eat and rest quickly." Liang Ping continued to pamper her son.

Yang Yujuan couldn't bear to see, she packed her dishes and went back to her room after dinner.

The eldest daughter, Mo Yu, had finished her meal and was reading in her room.

Seeing that Yang Yujuan was not here, Liang Ping whispered, "Zhicheng, just now her younger brother called to ask for money, and your wife gave him 500 yuan."

"Oh." Mo Zhicheng replied.

Seeing that Mo Zhicheng had no expression at all, Liang Ping said bitterly, "Can't you talk about your wife? You don't know how much she gave to her natal family with your salary card. When the time comes, we The family’s money is all gone, and you cry until you have no tears.”

Mo Zhicheng still responded and continued to eat.

Mo Zhicheng had just finished eating when there was a knock on the door. "Is Teacher Zhicheng at home?" Mo Zhicheng knew that it was Li Huabing, who lived on the third floor, with that deliberately pretentious voice.

Li Huabing opened a training institution called Genius Education not far outside, and many children in the apartment went to her to make up lessons.

Mo Zhicheng stood up, and when he was about to open the door, Liang Ping whispered vigilantly, "Be careful with her, she just got divorced."

Sitting in the small living room, Yang Yujuan couldn't help laughing when she heard Liang Ping's words.

"Mom, where are you thinking? Someone came to see me, there must be something wrong." Mo Zhicheng went to open the door.

A woman about 30 years old in a tight black T-shirt and a white skirt stood in front of the door. "Mr. Zhicheng, I'm sorry, but you are going to rest at this time, and I came to disturb you."

Liang Ping from behind muttered, "I know I'm sorry, but I came to bother you."

Mo Zhicheng asked, "What's the matter?"

"That's how it is. You teach Chinese in school as a homeroom teacher. You have been teaching at Nine Elementary School for so many years. Can you help me introduce some students to my training institution to make up classes?" Li Huabing said the purpose of coming, "One subject for each student For your labor fee of 200 yuan, the three subjects will be 600 yuan."

Liang Ping, who was still nagging just now, suddenly shut up, her eyes lit up: This idea seems to be okay, anyway, since my son is not needed to make up lessons, the relevant departments will not be able to catch him.

But Yang Yujuan in the living room shook her head secretly. She knew Mo Zhicheng well and knew that he would not do such a thing.

Sure enough, Mo Zhicheng shook his head and said, "Boss Li, I can't do this. Students are free to go where they want to make up lessons, and I can't interfere."

"What are you afraid of? Many teachers in your school have cooperated with me and made a lot of money. If you don't start classes yourself, you can also come to my training institution to take classes. A class costs 200 yuan, which will make you a lot of money. .” Li Huabing puffed out his chest on purpose.

But when she saw Yang Yujuan inside, she suddenly returned to normal.In the apartment, Yang Yujuan is the number one beauty, and she is the second.

But Yang Yujuan doesn't like dealing with others, and she is not as popular as her.

Liang Ping's eyes lit up again. When she was about to persuade Mo Zhicheng, he said, "The school stipulates that our teachers are not allowed to work part-time outside. If we find out, we will be punished."

Hearing the word "punishment", Liang Ping stopped talking.

"Hmph, your family deserves to be poor." Li Huabing was angry when he saw that Mo Zhicheng refused to introduce students for her.

Which teacher doesn't want to make money?There are a lot of education and training institutions outside, and there is another one on her street. It is estimated that Mo Zhicheng hooked up with other educational institutions and looked down on her.

When Yang Yujuan saw Li Huabing talking about their family like this, she immediately ran over from the living room and said angrily, "Li Huabing, what did you say?"

"That's right, why should a woman who was abandoned by a man come to my house to criticize me?" Liang Ping also walked over.

Liang Ping's words touched Li Huabing's pain point, and she turned around and left.

Facing these two "strong" women, Mo Zhicheng secretly shook his head and closed the door.

Mo Yu returned to the small room to read after eating. At this time, Liang Ping was just sitting in the living room, which did not affect her study.

At night, Mo Zhicheng corrected his homework on the small table in the room, because Yang Yujuan wanted to put Mo Li to sleep, and Mo Zhicheng used a small desk lamp.

Some teachers see that there are too many homework assignments and there is no way to change them, so sometimes they ask parents to change some.

But Mo Zhicheng never asked the parents to change the students' homework, he did it himself.

He felt that if he did not correct the homework done by the students, he would not be able to understand the degree to which the students had mastered their studies, and he would not be able to teach students in accordance with their aptitude.

It is also because of this that he is very tired and usually changes his homework until twelve o'clock.

In the early hours of the morning, Mo Zhicheng stretched after correcting his homework, and a sense of sleepiness flooded his brain.

But when he looked back at the beautiful Yang Yujuan lying on the bed, he became interested again.

He glanced at the sleeping little daughter next to him, quietly sat on the edge of the bed, and reached into the quilt...

Not long after, Yang Yujuan woke up and asked, "It's so late, go to bed quickly."

"We haven't had anything for a long time." Mo Zhicheng said pitifully.

Yang Yujuan didn't refuse anymore, Mo Zhicheng hurriedly got into the bed and pulled the quilt up...

Not long after, the quilt was pulled down, and Mo Zhicheng looked dazed.

Liang Ping, who was standing behind, saw her son and the others, walked out hurriedly, and said embarrassingly, "I'm afraid you haven't covered the quilt properly, so come in and take a look."

Yang Yujuan pushed Mo Zhicheng away angrily, and cursed, "Why didn't you close the door?"

Liang Ping often entered their room when they were sleeping, and Yang Yujuan was very disgusted.

She still remembered that on the wedding night, Liang Ping entered their room and surprised them, which made them very embarrassed at that time.

Later, Yang Yujuan explained to Mo Zhicheng that the door should be closed at critical times.

"I was too anxious just now." Mo Zhicheng hurriedly got up and closed the door.The window in the room is small, so when there is nothing special, he always opens the door to let the air circulate easily.

When Mo Zhicheng returned to the bed and wanted to continue, Yang Yujuan turned around and said, "Don't disturb my sleep."

Mo Zhicheng had no choice but to put on another quilt and sleep with a sad face.

Before the morning sun came out, Xiangyang's apartment became lively.

In fact, Xiangyang Apartment is surrounded by high-rise commercial buildings, the lighting is not good, and the sunlight does not shine into the apartment much.

The school asks students to come to school at 7:30, do morning exercises, have breakfast and read early, so parents have to wake up their children at around 6:50, get dressed and wash before going to school.

When Mo Zhicheng went downstairs, he saw his neighbor Lin Shanfeng yawning and walking over with two children who were studying in Ninth Primary School.

"Mr. Mo, what's going on in your school? Isn't it a rule that students can't go to class after 8 o'clock?" Lin Shanfeng asked.

He opened a fast food restaurant on the opposite street, and he usually didn't open until ten o'clock in the morning.This point makes him get up to send the child, really tired.

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