Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 192 Protest is invalid
When Yun Qingrang heard these words, he really stopped in his tracks.Looking helplessly at the little girl who was about to throw a tantrum again, Yun Qingrang stroked the broken hair on Xiao Ai's forehead, and said, "Are you sure you don't want to hold on for a while, so you can pass every subject?"

Little Love"……"

When Yun Qingrang spoke softly, the pleasant and magnetic voice made people feel addicted after listening to it. When explaining the key math problems of the exam to Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai stared at Yun Qingrang's flawless side face without blinking. It seemed that he was very good-looking in 360 degrees. Putting the pen between his nose and lips to play with, Xiao Ai's heart was like a river of cold water flow past.

In the end, he still failed to escape the fate of tutoring.

Only now did Xiao Ai realize that her mother asked her to come to find Yun Qingrang just now, why did she come here so obediently?If she had known, she would have gone to Yunmu's room. He also has a computer.

"Do you understand?" Yun Qing pointed the tip of the pen at the question he had just explained, waited for a long time without hearing the answer, and when he looked up, he realized that Xiao Ai's eyes had wandered somewhere.

Xiao Ai lowered her head and looked down at the little daisy in the corner. Winter is coming, and it seems to be sick and lifeless at all.

Xiao Ai only heard the surroundings quietly, Yun Qingrang also stopped talking, Xiao Ai stretched out her tender little finger and pointed to the little daisy in the corner: "It doesn't like to spend winter."

Yun Qingrang expressed doubts about Xiao Ai's inexplicable words.

Xiao Ai looked at Yun Qingrang sideways, and explained to him seriously: "That's why it is sick in winter, and I am sick now, just like it."

This time, Yun Qingrang heard that Xiao Ai was beating around the bush and accusing Yun Qingrang of forcing her to do things she didn't like.

Yun Qingrang pinched Xiao Ai's small nose: "However, there is still winter, and only after surviving the winter can it usher in the spring it likes, and so do you. Only by learning what you don't like first can you learn what you like."

Little Love"……"

She said a bunch of words that she didn't understand well. All in all, it can be summed up in four words: Protest is invalid.

Xiao Ai looked at Yun Qingrang sadly, and in the next second, put her hands into Yun Qingrang's warm pockets: "It's not that I don't want to learn, it's cold to hold a pen in winter."

Yun Qingrang sighed helplessly, reached into his pocket and held Xiao Ai's slightly cold hands. Although the room was not cold, Xiao Ai's hands were like this, and they were abnormally cold every winter.

"Okay! Then we won't have tutoring." In the end, Yun Qing made a compromise. There is still a year and a half before the college entrance examination, so let Xiao Ai spend the second year of high school without any worries.

Xiao Ai immediately smiled, her pink face was as innocent as the white snow outside the desk window, Xiao Ai rubbed her face fiercely in Yun Qingrang's arms: "Yun Qingrang... ah—"

I wanted to say that you are so kind, but I was interrupted by the pain on my face.

Yun Qingrang quickly held Xiao Ai's small face and lifted it up: "What's wrong?"

A bunch of strands of hair were wantonly floating on Xiao Ai's fair face, Yun Qing asked her face to be opened and looked at Xiao Ai's face carefully for a while, and she didn't see any wounds, so she felt relieved.

Xiao Ai puffed up her cheeks, and blew off a strand of hair that was hanging in front of her eyes. Because she didn't want to take tutoring, she smiled happily: "I scratched your zipper on my face."

Yun Qingrang was wearing a zippered down jacket.

Seeing that she was fine, Yun Qingrang followed Xiao Ai and smiled at each other. Looking at her gradually changing face, Yun Qingrang held Xiao Ai's face in both hands, lowered his head and asked, "Your birthday is coming soon, what birthday gift do you want?"

(End of this chapter)