"Where's Xiaotian?"

"Xiaotian is in the study."

"I'll go see him." Concubine Ye walked directly to the study.

When Concubine Ye pushed open the door, Ye Xiaotian was wearing a pair of navy blue striped bib pants and a small white shirt, sitting at the table staring at the messy building blocks placed in a mess.

Concubine Ye's footsteps did not bring him back to his senses, Xu was used to Ye Xiaotian's reaction.

Concubine Ye didn't bother her, but sat aside with a pencil and looked at the documents printed out in her hand, marking something carefully.

Half an hour later, Ye Xiaotian finally turned his head, stretched his neck, poked his little head out of Concubine Ye's arms, stared at the stack of documents in front of Concubine Ye, and then turned his head and tilted his head to look at Concubine Ye.

Concubine Ye smiled slightly, kissed his white and tender little face, put down the pen in her hand, held him in her arms, and said: "Xiaotian, can you help your mother fill out a questionnaire, your mother marked all the words you don't know in pinyin, if you still have words you don't know, ask your mother." ”

Hearing Concubine Ye speak, Ye Xiaotian, who was sitting in her arms, picked up the pencil, and his fleshy little hand held a stack of questionnaires that he couldn't hold at all, and looked at it seriously.

Concubine Ye looked at Ye Xiaotian with a serious face, and suddenly felt a little worried about whether these questions would be too difficult, so she hesitated and said, "Xiaotian... Or ......"

Before Concubine Ye's words were finished, Ye Xiaotian had already picked up the pencil and checked the checkmark.

In just a few minutes, Ye Xiaotian neatly checked the answers, pushed the document in front of Concubine Ye, and then dragged his chin again, staring at the blocks on the table and losing his mind, occasionally reaching out and moving twice.

Concubine Ye flipped through the questionnaire and couldn't help but speak: "Xiaotian, why do you think talent is more important than hard work?" ”

Ye Xiaotian opened his mouth in a milky voice, and his speech speed was a little slow: "A diligent fool is still a fool." ”

Forehead......

Concubine Ye didn't know how to refute for a while, and flipped down again: "Do you think for a woman, is the face or the figure important?" ”

Ye Xiaotian directly ticked off the answer, and wrote a crooked 'chest' in the back!

The corners of Concubine Ye's eyes twitched a little, and she looked at her son with a serious face in front of her, and couldn't help but speak again: "Xiaotian... You... Why do you think breasts are more important? ”

"Soft." Ye Xiaotian turned his head to look at Concubine Ye with an innocent expression.

"Forehead ......"

Facing his clear eyes, Concubine Ye thought, well, he must have felt that soft things were more comfortable, and it was right to choose this......

"What type of woman do you like?"

Concubine Ye looked at the four options that were crossed out, and then frowned and looked at the palm drawn next to the question, not understanding what this meant: "Xiao Tian ......"

Concubine Ye's words hadn't come out yet, and just after reading the question, Ye Xiaotian had already slid off Concubine Ye's legs, and ran out of the room without looking back on two little short legs, leaving her with only a writhing little ass!

What does this painting of a hand mean?

A palm?

What does that mean......

Concubine Ye put down the document and pondered repeatedly, hand? Palm?

After pondering for a long time, Concubine Ye didn't figure out what her son meant, she looked at other questions again, sorted them out, and planned to take these to the business tomorrow, after all, the genes are here, no matter how Ye Xiaotian said it, it is also Su Mohan's species.