C2138 History Has Repeated Itself
After school, the four of them would automatically learn, and after learning, they would practice the piano, draw, learn chess from the old man, and so on.2
In short, excellent children were always someone else's.
Li Dongyang remembered that when he was young, his father always compared him to Ye Junhao. Ye Junhao was also good in every aspect, especially outstanding. At that time, he was the role model of the upper class in Jin City. Many parents used him as a role model for their children.
Li Du's father always said that Li Dongyang was better than Ye Junhao in every aspect. He had heard a lot of things. Li Dongyang's heart was rebellious. Not only did he start to work hard to chase after Ye Junhao, but he also started to go against Ye Junhao and became his enemy.
If it was not for him falling in love with Zhou Mengzhu, Zhou Mengzhu and Chuchen being good friends, and Li Dongyang letting go of his hatred towards Ye Junhao for love, the two of them would have been able to live in peace today.
Now, history had repeated itself.
"I am already very patient. Hubby, when are you coming back? You come to tutor the baby. Anyway, I don't have the ability to tutor her. If you don't do homework, your mother will be filial. Once you do homework... It'll be chaos and chaos, just like an enemy."
No wonder some parents were so angry that they went to the hospital for tutoring homework.
Zhou Mengzhu felt that she was always angry like this and also very quickly went to the hospital. It was because the little guy in her belly would be angered by her older sister and come out to report in advance.
"That... Wife, I have a social gathering tonight. I can't reject it. I might need to be around ten o'clock at night before I can come home."
Zhou Mengzhu said unhappily, "Do you not want to tutor your daughter's studies and say that there is a social gathering? Ever since we got married, you haven't had social gatherings for a long time, unless you bring me to the banquet. "
Li Dongyang was looking for an excuse to not go home to tutor his daughter's studies, but he couldn't admit it on the surface. He coaxed his wife. "Wife, I really have a very important client to meet tonight. Don't worry, I will go back earlier."
"You won't be back at nine o'clock no matter how early you are."
The baby rested at nine o'clock.
He would definitely only come back after the baby fell asleep. This way, he would be able to perfectly avoid tutoring and learning.
No matter what, she had slept beside the pillow for many years. Zhou Mengzhu was still very familiar with her own man.
Li Dongyang said,... "Wife, if the baby still doesn't study seriously in a while, you should quickly send a car to send the little ancestor to the Jun Family and pass it to Mu. Let Mu take care of him. That was his wife, so he had to take care of her studies. If you want to get angry, it will also anger him to death. "
"My wife has been raised since she was young. Of course, she has to take care of her studies since she was young. He's used to it, so he won't be angered to death by the baby."
Mu only appeared especially important to Li Dongyang when the baby was not studying seriously.
He was even glad that Mu had been designated as the son-in-law. He could confidently send the baby to the Jun Family.
Zhou Mengzhu said,... "The baby is our child. The responsibility of educating the child is on us as parents."
"But we can't control her. When she learns, she is like a worm, lazy and cheerful. She also likes to twist and turn, as if there is a needle in a chair."
Li Dongyang was also very familiar with the situation of his precious daughter.
When he did not study, he was the father who doted on his daughter the most.
When he was studying, he was the father who would be angered to death by his daughter at any time.
He had to prepare a heart saving pill.
He had to prevent his daughter from making him so angry that his heart ached.
"How about letting your daughter live in the Jun Family for a long time?"
Zhou Mengzhu's words were definitely out of anger.
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