Leng Yicheng looks at Fang Yi being reprimanded and laughs with glee.

Uncle Fang, let you just be so loud.

A sharp eyes shot over, the little guy quickly stood.

"Leng Yicheng, you can calculate by yourself. How many times have you played truant from school to now?"

On a cold day, he tauts and scolds the little guy with his head hanging in front of him. Today is a good day. He's hiding it from him and his wife.

The courage is more and more unrestrained.

Fang Yixie glanced at the little guy who was counselled in an instant. It turned out that he was skipping class.

"Daddy, I'm wrong. Don't I worry about Aunt Xiaoyue? So I'll go to the time with her! "

Leng Yicheng admits his mistake with sincerity, and clasps his hands together.

"Stand up for me!" The cold day glared at him.

Leng Yicheng tight tight tight son, hands on both sides, fine standing posture standard can no longer standard.

"Does she need you to worry? Is old five a decoration He glared at his son in the cold.

If you don't study hard, you just want to play.

"If you don't do this set of questions well, don't try to get out of here!"

Said, a set of questions directly throw over.

Leng Yicheng catches it quickly, and sees that it's the problem of physical gravitation, which is more difficult than what he has done before. Suddenly, his face collapses.

Daddy is so insidious.

"Can I have another one?" The little guy asked a weak question.

"What do you think?" Cold weather potential Ling ran, oblique son one eye.

Leng Yicheng shrinks his neck. He doesn't think it's good.

Fang Yi stood there, sympathizing with Leng Yicheng from the bottom of his heart, but he was also happy, but he didn't dare to show anything on the surface, trying to narrow his sense of existence.

Young master, please take care of yourself!

"How many points?" Leng Yicheng bit his lips and asked bravely.

"At least 90 points!" Cold day white son one eye, turn round to go back to the desk there, sit down, no longer with the little guy nonsense.

Leng Yicheng looks at the test questions, then looks at Fang Yi and compares his writing with his hand.

Fang Yihe said, "Mr. Leng, I'll take a pen for the young master!"

Cold day's vision coldly and faintly swept him one eye, square one by one excited spirit, quickly run to take pen to cold Yi Cheng.

Leng Yicheng took the pen and stood there to answer the questions.

As soon as Fang saw this, he had better move a stool for the little guy, but he was drunk in the cold.

"Fang Yi, do you want to continue to stand?"

"Hee hee, no, Mr. Leng, no orders. I'm out busy?" Fang Yi quickly put down his stool and looked at the cold weather with a smile.

He really regretted that he came to eavesdrop, and his intestines were blue.

In the cold weather, Fang Yi takes his eyes back. He sneaks away quickly and gives the little guy a look of self-interest. Unfortunately, the little guy is busy with the topic and doesn't pay attention to it.

"How's it going?" Ziqi swallows saliva and looks at the president's office fearfully.

Just cold always angry, really terrible ah.

I don't know how much the cold air pressure on the whole floor has decreased.

As soon as she saw Fang come out, she rushed to meet him.

"Ha ha," said Fang with a wry smile. He put out his hand to wipe his neck

Ziqi surprised: "so miserable, do you want to call Xiaozhi over?"

She is worried that Xiao Chengcheng will be beaten.

Fang took a look at her, put his hand on her shoulder, patted her, and turned to enter the office.

"Don't worry, Leng is just punishing the young master. There will be no domestic violence!"

Ziqi looked at his back, doubted the office, or sent a message to the summer solstice.

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