Stepford Wives Don't Go to Court

Ann knows that she can expect her father's smile. She feels like a cat scratching. She can't itch. But Ann's father has never told her things in advance. She can get the news only when something is settled.

From small to large, she has been used to the way Ann's father does things. She also knows that Ann's father is to let her not know in advance. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment.

But what on earth can Ann's parents be so happy? She really wants to know!

Ann's father calmly raised his glasses. How can he not see the daughter opposite that can hang soy sauce? But now he can't tell her about it. If it succeeds, Ke'er doesn't have to worry about his future life. Now he slowly walks out of the shadow of three years ago. In his eyes, it's better to hide this unlikely thing.

An Zhike blinked with only one slit of her small eyes, and the corners of her mouth bent down unhappily, but at least the delicious food in front of her healed her unhappy heart, narrowed her eyes happily, and the radian of the corners of her mouth also changed slightly.

After eating an Ma's potato brand, an's father suddenly thought that an Zhike had been a tutor at Cheng's house for several days, and he didn't know how the effect was.

"Ke'er, we haven't asked you how the tutor is doing?"

An Zhike stared at his already small eyes, held his mouth and bit chopsticks. Dad, how can I mention this topic at this time? When I think of the little ancestor of the Cheng family, her previously slightly happy mood suddenly dropped to the bottom of the valley. The chopsticks in her mouth were regarded as the little child, and she was gnashing her teeth.

This appearance immediately made Ann's mother frown and gently hit her arm.

"What's the problem? And put down your chopsticks. What does it look like?"

Ann's father is a kind of teacher who pays equal attention to grace and authority in school. He can always classify the most serious part and the most potential people for his students and teach them seriously.

Seeing an Zhike like this, I know that the process at Cheng's house will not be very pleasant.

An Zhike reluctantly puts down her chopsticks. If she treats them as Cheng Xinran, she can really bite off them. That's right! Her bite force is so powerful. In fact, the most important thing is that the little ancestor is really annoying.

Yes, it's nothing to do in front of grandma Cheng. It's a good child. But when one or two people are alone, she looks like a man who robbed the door. She doesn't stare a hundred or eighty times a day. She can hardly see Cheng Xinran.

Every time such a thing happened, she said in her heart that the little boy's eyes were so big that he wouldn't just stare out, and then stare back silently.

As for making up classes, well, people haven't opened a textbook these days, let alone the homework she left. What did she leave the day before? The next time I see it, there's no hair!

"That's it." Ann Zhi has a vague attitude. Ann dad doesn't know it's not going well.

But he had never seen the child of the Cheng family, and he couldn't comment at all. He sighed in his heart. Although happiness made a lot of vivid expressions on women's faces, worry was annoying.

But if the thing they expect comes down, the tutor won't do it.

So Ann's parents just asked her about her attitude towards other people's children. Can they not believe their children in learning.

"There is always a way to treat children. You can find out by carefully groping. Parents come from your stage. This is experience."

An Zhi can force a face. If someone directly tells Cheng Xinran how to deal with him, she will thank him very much.

"I know, I will work hard." put all my energy on Cheng Xinran, the little devil, and strive to get rid of the little devil as soon as possible.

A pile of dinner went on, and the family was friendly.

Thinking that he will continue to conquer the little devil tomorrow, an Zhike will be relieved, but for his better tomorrow, don't you have to give yourself first. Oh.

After all, the little devil will have a holiday soon. If she hasn't finished him at that time, she won't want to have a good life this summer vacation. Just stay with this boy for a few days, and she knows that this boy is not only a poisonous tongue, but also a lot of bad ideas. If she doesn't pay attention, she will be caught, which makes her really complain.

The most annoying thing is that no one can let her complain. She stifles two tears and a wipe of tears. How miserable life is!

The door closed with a bang, which cut off Ann's father and mother's strange eyes. Does the daughter start to be enchanted again.

He threw himself on the bed, with the tip of his nose and face covered with quilts.

Cheng Xinran, what should this boy do to make him willing to listen to her guidance at home. From the contact in recent days, this boy is really not stupid, even very smart. He just doesn't want to focus on his study, but on games. Not playing games for a day is like killing him.

Think and think. I can't think of it. An Zhike holds his head and thinks these are going to explode. God, somebody help her.

"Didi." the sound of the mobile phone came from the quilt. Ann Zhike suddenly raised his head. Who sent him a text message.

Since he went to Cheng's house, an Zhike's mobile phone has added several contacts, that is, grandma Cheng and aunt Yi have the little devil Cheng Xinran.

It's dinner time. Who will text her?

"What are you doing!"

An Zhike stared at the name of the writer, Gu Mo City, President Gu da.

No, why did this person send her a text message? She felt that she had nothing to do with Gu Mocheng now. Except that there was a business card at home, she remembered very clearly before. Gu Mocheng said she didn't care about the compensation for those dresses.

Is it?

An Zhike blushed and remembered that they had some absurd and strange scenes in the car. It can't be

I must have thought too much.

However, what should I write back to the president of others now? It seems less urgent and flustered.

I'm lying in bed now. An Zhi pulled at the corners of his mouth. Did this sound too ambiguous? When the president saw it, he might think he had something in mind. No, No.

An Zhike thought again and decided to say the most common thing.

"Watching TV, Mr. Gu." after clicking send, an Zhike still keeps his mobile phone in bed, looks at the Yingying light, and thinks why Mr. Gu wants to send a message at this time. Is it a mistake? He's sending it to someone else?

"Look at the document." three words, one punctuation, no more. An zhikedu nodded. Well, this is obviously president Gu's style. She had doubts about whether someone made fun of President Gu's mobile phone before.

This is to read the documents. What does it have to do with texting with her? She still doesn't understand!

Anzhi doesn't know what's back. This time. He simply won't go back. The whole person sits up from bed. Let's prepare for the lesson. At least let Cheng Xinran find no more defects in his preparation.

Sitting in the chair, she turned on the lamp, opened her neatly arranged notes, and wrote them by herself. For Cheng Xinran, she replied all her knowledge from junior high school. In order to better coach the little broken child, people didn't appreciate it at all, so her notes were basically useless.

Put your cell phone on the bed and don't make a sound again.

An Zhike looked at her record attentively and thought about what else she was not considerate. She just made several efforts. She felt that she had been fully prepared before.

In fact, more thoughts are put on the mobile phone on the bed.

Lying on the table in frustration, an Zhike felt that his efforts over the past period of time had been in vain. He wanted to teach Cheng Xinran well. People didn't enter the oil and salt, and wanted to forget the man Gu Mocheng, but he was interrupted by such a simple text message, and even thought more deeply. What's this called.

Her heart is the same as the disturbed Tan Shui. Even if she doesn't want to, she can't deny that her heart is really disturbed by Gu Mo City, with layers of lines.

This matter has been around her. When she arrived at Cheng's house the next day, Cheng Xinran looked at her like this. When she was in the hall, she could not help but laugh as soon as she returned to her own room.

"Hey, I said, fat sister, you are closer to pandas now. You will be rated as a protected animal in the future."

Fat sister is Cheng Xinran's nickname for her, just as she calls Cheng Xinran's little ancestor the little devil in her heart. Of course, there are differences. For example, people can say it openly.

"Fuck off!" an Zhike's tone is certainly not good. She didn't sleep all night. She still has to laugh at her because she worships the little ancestor and another person in front of her. She has a good temper?

Cheng Xinran looked at an Zhike with more novel eyes. She didn't come up very weak these days. She didn't scold back. It's really changed today.

An Zhike put down her bag and sat down on the chair. Her eyes were too sleepy. She felt as if she was going to close her eyes and sleep comfortably in this chair, but the villain's bad smile in front of him clearly reminded him that it was impossible.