As for Wu Yue's neuropathy, everyone selectively ignored it collectively, after all, it is a child of the Wu family, and it is not a glorious thing to have neuropathy, the old man Wu looked at He Biyun sternly, and said in a deep voice: "Second daughter-in-law, don't interfere in Yueyue's study in the future, you just take care of the life of the second child and the child." ”

The old man looked at Wu Zhengsi again and said: "Second child, in the future, you will have more snacks, be responsible for the study of the two children, don't talk about the first place all day long, just do your best, the girl's grades can be middle and upper, back then, your mother and I didn't have high requirements for Zhenghong, but it was different for you and your eldest brother, and the glorious court still has to rely on men!" ”

Don't talk about He Biyun, even Wu Zhengsi felt uncomfortable when he heard this, not having a son was his biggest regret, but he also wanted his child to be able to shine in the court, the eldest daughter didn't look too hopeful, but the younger daughter ......

"Dad, I don't like to hear what you say, who said that the glorious court must have a man? I look at the eyebrows are very good, the appearance is good, and I can draw a good hand, and I will definitely be able to win glory for your second elder in the future! ”

Wei Qiuyue smiled and played a round game, most of it was from her heart, she really felt that Wu Mei would have a future in the future, and she had never been accustomed to Old Man Wu's patriarchal thinking, although she gave birth to two sons herself.

Old Man Wu was not angry at all when he heard this, and looked at Wu Mei with satisfaction, the little granddaughter really impressed him, and he really couldn't say what would happen in the future!

Wu Zhengsi was also very happy, it was more appropriate for the sister-in-law to say this than to say it himself, didn't he think so!

Wu Zhenghong said coolly: "Sister-in-law, don't say it too early, there are thousands of people in our country who learn painting, how many can be famous?" I think Meimei will win an award in the city, and I still have to focus on reading, like our Wenhui. ”

To say that this Wu Zhenghong is really a superb, when Wu Yue's grades were good, she looked at Wu Yue a hundred unpleasantly, and now that Wu Mei has won the award, she looks at Wu Mei a thousand unpleasant, in short, no one wants to cross her daughter, whoever crosses is not a good thing.

Ji Jianbo glared at his wife and said with a smile: "Zhenghong is worried about the pride of Meimei, and he will say something back, hehe, I think Meimei will definitely work, I will first wish Meimei a victory in the Kyoto competition next spring, and then come back with a certificate!" ”

Fortunately, with Ji Jianbo's words, Wu Zhengsi's face softened a little, Wu Zhenghong wanted to say a few more sour words, but the old lady put a piece of chicken butt into her mouth, the old lady glared at her fiercely, and reprimanded in a low voice: "You shut up for me!" ”

Wu Zhenghong flattened her mouth and gnawed on the chicken buttocks, only hoping that she would come soon next spring, so that Wu Mei couldn't even touch the edge of the award, so that she would be happy!

Halfway through the meal, Ji Jianbo secretly found Wu Mei who was breathing the wind in the yard, and asked her about He Wenjing, Wu Mei didn't like Ji Jianbo's sliminess from the bottom of his heart, eating the bowl and looking at the pot, not only sorry for Wu Zhenghong, but also ruined He Wenjing.

Fortunately, He Wenjing was dragged by Zhao Yingnan, and she stopped the precipice in time and did not continue to make mistakes.

"Teacher He is very good now, she will go home next year, Teacher He told Uncle you and Aunt to live a good life, don't go to her again."

The last sentence was added by Wu Mei herself, in fact, He Wenjing still has residual feelings for Ji Jianbo, but under the suppression of Zhao Yingnan, this idea is not enough for He Wenjing to have the courage to go to Ji Jianbo to rekindle his old feelings, at most he sighs a few times to the moon.

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