Aqiang recalled and asked a few new words first. When Ajiao taught him, she never kept it indifferent. She immediately translated these new words into English and told him:

“The kite is a kite, the sauna is a sauna.”

Aqiang repeated it again and after confirming it, he sang: "I want to be a kite,dancing with wind—"

It is hard for him to turn it into English and still be able to hold on to the tune He Jiao had just sung.

“…The fish was taken away by a girl,her name is jiaojiao!”

He Jiao: "..."

Aqiang repeated the last sentence three times in a magical way before stopping.

He Jiao gently beat his back, and her fists were full of annoying words.

Aqiang laughed and didn't say anything. When Xiaoquan finally stopped, Fang asked, "When will Miss He teach me? Don't want to study and just want to sleep?"

He Jiao stared at his generous back and snorted: "I only love learning now so much that I don't want to sleep. Do you want to learn?"

Aqiang laughed and said, "Study! How dare you not learn? If you don't learn, wouldn't you be beaten again?"

Gillian raised her delicate fist again in annoyance, but Aqiang suddenly added with a blessing in his heart: "As long as you teach me, I will learn everything!"

So, the small fist turned into a palm, like a butterfly, falling lightly on Aqiang's back, and instantly turned into a hot iron, burning his internal organs into ashes.

...

Song Huanxi stopped writing and was very satisfied with the passage he had just written. He said it right without drinking. When he was writing to the state of selflessness, he would naturally integrate with the role. At this time, what he got from his wonderful hands must be a natural text!

She yawned, and didn't know until she stopped, but she was so sleepy that she stopped writing.

It was like when I was writing an article, my whole body was sealed, and my fatigue and sleepiness were blocked everywhere in my body, and I was out of touch with my excited brain.

As soon as they stopped, they broke through the blockade and ran to their brains to complain.

So tiredness swept across the body quickly.

Song Huanxi didn't put down his pen. It was only two plots away from the plot she had conceived in her heart. It would be best to complete it in one go today.

She continued writing while yawning:

Neither of them spoke anymore, nor did Gillian's hand leave Aqiang's back.

He felt her palms burning, and she felt his back burning.

As both of them were about to melt, the car finally arrived downstairs of Gillian's house.

This is a three-story building with a separate courtyard. At this time, the lights were still on on the second floor, and a figure appeared behind the window.

Aqiang silently handed the car back to Ajiao. He looked up at the figure on the stairs and said gently: "Go up quickly, aunt is waiting for you."

He never said that he would sit in the small building, and Gillian never invited him.

This seems to be a tacit secret between the two.

Aqiang knew that the family backgrounds of both sides were as different. His only idea was to learn English and become a third mate successfully. He went out to sea for a few years, saved up capital, and came back to do some business.

If it goes well, ten or eight years later, he will have a foothold in the port city where every inch of land is valuable.

If it doesn't go well—

Aqiang dared not think about it.

Even if it goes well, it will delay He Jiao's nearly ten years of youth. How can he say it out loud?!

Therefore, Aqiang always said goodbye to Ajiao downstairs. When he said goodbye, he was still far away from her. He told the people upstairs with enough attitude that he had nothing but thoughts.

Gillian waved his hand and said goodbye to him, knowing that if he didn't push the cart in first, the fool wouldn't leave. Gillian pushed the cart directly and turned home.

As soon as she opened the door, the lights turned on. Her mother was wearing a cheongsam and sat on the sofa, smiling gently, "Don't you invite someone in and sit down?"

He Jiao's face changed, and she opened her mouth and coughed in a string. While she coughed, she said hurriedly: "I look like I'm tuberculosis, why are you asking me to come in and do it!"

He's mother on the sofa immediately changed color, stood up quickly, walked quickly to He Jiao, and asked in a stack of voices: "Did you not take medicine again? Where is the medicine?"

As he said that, He's mother stretched out her hand and touched He Jiao. He Jiao smiled bitterly and patted her mother's hand: "Cough, I ate it, cough, otherwise, cough, why would I come back at this time, cough!"

Amidst the series of coughs, she finished speaking intermittently and started a new round of coughing. Seeing He's mother felt distressed, she hurriedly helped He Jiao sit down and took warm water to feed her.

After sitting quietly for more than ten minutes, He Jiao finally stopped coughing, but she was already exhausted, and her clothes were soaked in sweat.

She stood up with both hands on both ends of her body, struggled to stand up, and smiled weakly: "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, you can rest early."

He's mother looked at her worriedly and reached out to help her, but He Jiao avoided it.

After getting upstairs, a beautiful figure was already waiting for her.

...

Song Huanxi paused, counted the downward number roughly, estimated the number of words, and concluded with satisfaction: This serialization is just right here!

This is also what I can teach her if I drink. If I have ten burdens, I can shake out nine of them. The last one must be kept until the next day!

Only in this way can the readers' appetite be encouraged!

Song Huanxi deeply agreed with it - as long as she doesn't involve a certain lady, she will be a good teacher and friend, and every word will benefit her a lot.

She yawned, looked at the clock, and immediately jumped up: It was already one o'clock in the morning!

Fortunately, she washed up as soon as she got home. Song Huanxi thought about it and said that Chen Jiazhu's friendship will be played in the new chapter, so let's give the little girl a surprise.

To prevent the second child from taking a sneak peek, she put the manuscript away and stuffed it directly on the bookshelf - there is only one place in the house, and the second child never moves. Yes, it’s the bookshelf that even poor students hate!

When the body fell down and the moment when the back and the bed were in close contact, Song Huanxi's cells were cheering and encouraging, celebrating the arrival of the rest night for the whole nation.

I slept particularly sweetly that night, so sweet that I almost missed the morning shuttle bus. Especially when she was caught by her dick, she asked where the manuscript I had hidden yesterday!

Alas, can’t the second brother be a quality reader like Cai Baiwei?

Seeing Mr. Baiwei, I never urge me to update!

Song Huanxi complained in his heart, knowing that he could no longer control his second child when moving out of homework, so she simply said: "You can set up your own stall on weekends! I want to rush to avoid urging you!"

Song Huanyun instantly widened her eyes: "I'm going to participate in a singing competition on Sunday, you don't know!"

Song Huanxi didn't say anything, but looked at her quietly.

Song Huanyun finally realized it and stomped her feet: "Okay, I won't watch it anymore!"

Song Huanxi corrected her: "It's not that you don't urge, it's not that you don't watch."

Song Huanyun rolled her eyes: "No urge, no urge!"

...

The dispute with her second son made Song Huanxi late for a little while. Fortunately, she was already familiar with the driver. The driver waited for a few more minutes and finally waited for her.

While starting the car, the driver couldn't wait to talk about the gossip: "Have you heard that Queen Lin Ying's mortal enemy is coming to our company!"
Chapter completed!