Chapter 505: My Dad

“My handwriting is getting better and better.”

Zhou Jing took out the little girl's composition book from his schoolbag and read it as he walked.

The composition requirements in kindergarten are relatively simple. The little girl is in a senior class, and the composition is required to be 100 words. However, it is quite difficult for a six-year-old child. Zhou Jing remembers that she did not have to write compositions when she was in kindergarten.

The little girl's composition is better than other peers. Yang Wenwen is a Chinese teacher, and she can definitely tutor the little girl better than the average parent. The composition is full of the naivety and straightforwardness that are unique to a little girl of this age. She is full of praise for Zhou Jing, with basically no rhetoric or fancy words, which makes it seem more real.

"My dad is very busy at work and can't come home often, but every time he comes home he buys me delicious and fun things, as well as new clothes."

Seeing this sentence, Zhou Jing couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. This sentence didn't seem like something a little girl of her age could come up with. Yang Wenwen probably wouldn't write it directly to the little girl. It should be that Yang Wenwen guided the little girl to think of it.

The last sentence of the composition is [I love my father]

The teacher's comments are [Excellent, the author's sentences are fluent, the narrative is vivid, and the emotions are very real]

After reading the girl's composition again, Zhou Jing felt the happiness of having father's love. He looked down at the girl who was eating sweet marshmallows in a good mood. The girl's childishness gradually faded away. She became lively and delicate, and began to have her own personality, making her more lovable. Zhou Jing was sure and certain in his heart that at least he did nothing wrong in the matter of Yang Wenwen, even though it was indisputable that Zhou Jing had cheated on his wife.

In short, Zhou Jing felt that he did nothing wrong in taking care of Yang Wenwen and her daughter. In this situation, Zhou Jing must be a scumbag.

"Great write up, cutie. Would you like some coconut milk?"

Zhou Jing put the composition book back into his schoolbag, put the schoolbag in the car, and gave the little girl a bottle of coconut milk bought from Tangdu. This kind of coconut milk cannot be bought in a small place like Yushi.

"Want to drink."

The little girl licked the marshmallow on her lips and said.

"Wash your hands, and keep them low so they don't get splashed on you."

The little girl tore the sticky cotton candy with her hands, so Zhou Jing took a bottle of purified water from the car and used it to wash her hands.

The little girl squatted down obediently and rubbed her two little hands together.

"Don't rub it on yourself, Dad will get you some paper."

Zhou Jing washed his hands as well and took two pieces of paper from the car to help the little girl wipe her hands.

After wiping her hands, the little girl ran to the nearby trash can and threw the paper in.

"What a sensible little cutie, do you like coconut milk or Wahaha?"

Zhou Jing inserted the coconut milk straw into the little girl’s mouth.

"I like both. Why can daddy buy coconut milk but mommy can't?"

The little girl took a sip of coconut milk, pouted her lips and swallowed it.

"Because we don't have it here, we can only buy it somewhere else. Can you go home and have a good meal later?"

Zhou Jing fastened the girl's seat belt and got in the car to go home.

"Delicious."

The little girl touched her stomach and found that she was not hungry after eating marshmallows and drinking coconut milk, but she had to listen to Zhou Jing.

When Zhou Jing was almost home, he called Yang Wenwen. Yang Wenwen was still at school, so Zhou Jing and the girl went home first.

"Xiao Zhou is back. Sit down for a while. I'll go downstairs."

Mother Yang opened the door and said with a kind smile.

"No hurry, let's wait for Wenwen to come back and eat together. I'm not hungry, and CC just had some snacks so he shouldn't be hungry either."

Zhou Jing said with a smile.

Mother Yang looked at the time and made a cup of tea for Zhou Jing.

"Auntie, try it too."

Zhou Jing took a bottle of coconut milk to Yang's mother.

"Dad, look at my new painting."

The little girl took out her art book and leaned on Zhou Jing's arms to read it.

"You are learning to write sentences based on pictures, right? Please introduce this painting."

Zhou Jing said while half hugging the little girl.

"The White Rabbit is harvesting carrots."

The little girl looked at the picture she had drawn of white clouds, the sun, carrots and a big white rabbit, and thought for a few seconds before she could only come up with one sentence.

"Observe the scene in the painting. It is a sunny day when there is the sun and white clouds in the sky, and autumn is the season for radish harvest, right?"

Zhou Jing pointed at the scenery in the painting and said.
"Ok!"

The little girl nodded.

"To put it in context, autumn has arrived and the carrots grown by White Rabbit are ripe. On a sunny afternoon, White Rabbit begins to harvest the carrots it has grown."

Zhou Jing gradually realized that his Chinese level was not good enough for him to be tutored in kindergarten.

"Little white rabbit, white and white, with two ears standing up."

The little girl shook her head and sang softly, her two ponytails sweeping across Zhou Jing's face.

"The teacher should have taught this dance, let's do it."

Zhou Jing let go of the little girl and pushed her to the front.

"The teacher said I danced the best, little white rabbit, so white."

The little girl was standing in front of the TV in the living room, singing and dancing. She was wearing a pink top and jeans. Her limbs were very coordinated and she danced very well.

Yang's mother said with a look of relief: "Just say that the teacher praised you. Did the teacher say that you were not good in any subject?"

The little girl entered the school from the senior class, and was the best in math, Chinese, and art in the class and even in the school.

The little girl shook her head and said, "No."

"Teachers like students who listen carefully and love to learn. Keep up the good work."

Zhou Jing rubbed the little girl's face and said.

It was almost six o'clock when Yang Wenwen returned home. Before she even entered the house, she heard laughter in the room. Yang Wenwen smiled as she walked in, looked towards the living room and said with a smile, "You guys eat first, you don't have to wait for me."

"I'm not hungry. Go get mom a bottle of coconut milk. It's in the fridge."

Zhou Jing said to the little girl.

The little girl ran to the kitchen and took a bottle of coconut milk from the refrigerator.

"Are you willing to let mom drink it?"

Yang Wenwen looked at her daughter and said.

"Give it up."

The little girl nodded vigorously.

Yang Wenwen drank some coconut milk, sat on the sofa next to Zhou Jing, put her hair up, took out the ideal mobile phone Zhou Jing gave her, and said with a smile: "The more I use it, the more convenient it is. A mobile phone like this is too cheap to sell for more than 400 yuan."

"We cut costs for the first batch because we were worried that it would not sell well. Now we have upgraded the configuration of the new batch, but the price remains the same."

Zhou Jing took out the new batch of mobile phones for Yang Wenwen from his bag.

Yang Wenwen took the new model and felt it was more textured. "My acquaintances all said this phone is very good-looking and asked me what brand it is. They also want to buy it. Some students in my class also use this phone. When can I buy it in a physical store?"

"It should be available at China Mobile and China Unicom business halls next week."

With the province’s help in promoting the phone, the company will soon be shipping the units to all cities and counties across the country.

In underdeveloped places like Yulin, some people are still worried that online shopping is unreliable and only shop in physical stores, while others have learned about the outside world and discovered business opportunities through the Internet.

“Is pricing determined by your company or the sales office?”

Yang Wenwen asked while trying out the new mobile phone.

"The company sets a base price, and the business hall can increase or decrease the price appropriately based on the actual situation."

"That's good."

Yang Wenwen is worried that prices set entirely by physical stores will be too high and damage the brand image.

Zhou Jing put one hand around Yang Wenwen's waist and squeezed her, saying, "How many days are left until the college entrance examination?"

"Forty-eight days, the most torturous month of senior year."

Yang Wenwen held Zhou Jing's hand and said, "Mom, the teacher praised my composition and asked me to read it in class."

Children always like to tell their families when they are praised by their teachers. The little girl took out her composition book and gave it to Yang Wenwen.

Zhou Jing looked at Yang Wenwen and said, "Did you write it for CC or did CC write it himself?"

"I tutor kindergarten students, how can they write essays?"

Yang Wenwen said with a smile.

"The teaching is too advanced. This is not homework for the children, but for the parents."

Zhou Jing understood the feelings of being a parent, and after experiencing it personally, he hated the people who made trouble for education more and more. The teaching that was too beyond the syllabus and too much homework tortured the children and the parents. Zhou Jing had an easy time in kindergarten and elementary school when he was a child, and he still got into a good junior high school and high school.

"really."

Yang Wenwen feels this deeply.

Zhou Jing took Yang Wenwen's hand and said, "How about the composition I wrote in high school?"

"How do you feel?"

Yang Wenwen asked back with a smile.

"I don't know. I've never read the essays I wrote a second time."

"I guess you can't bear to read it a second time. Reading some students' essays is really torture."

Yang Wenwen smiled bitterly. The student's composition was clearly written in a way that was unbearable to read. As a Chinese teacher, she had to patiently read through each sentence.

“How big is the difference between the essays written by students like me and those that got full marks?”

Zhou Jing put his arm around Yang Wenwen and pinched her belly. After pinching her a few times, he put his fingers into her pants.

"Tonight I'll take a copy of your perfect essay and compare it with someone of your level."

Yang Wenwen held the boy's hand and said.

The noodles were cooked, and Yang's mother called everyone to eat. Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen got up and went to the dining table. They had noodles with minced meat in the evening, which was cooked very authentically by Yang's mother.

After dinner, Zhou Jing accompanied the little girl to play, and Yang Wenwen helped her mother clean up the dishes.

After washing the dishes, Yang's mother took the little girl out to play, and Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen went to the bedroom to rest for a while.

“Any laundry that needs doing?”

Yang Wenwen picked up the clothes on the bed and put them aside.

"No, let's take a break. Do you have time for a lunch break now?"

Zhou Jing pulled Yang Wenwen and fell on the bed.

"I don't have time. The senior students have endless exams to take and the teachers have endless papers to grade. I heard that a child at Yushi College was electrocuted to death under a street light near the artificial lake. Does it have anything to do with the company's project?"

Yang Wenwen said while resting her head on the boy's arm.

“It doesn’t matter. The project hasn’t started yet.”

Zhou Jing thought that the company should pay attention to this issue when doing projects.

As they are exposed to wind and rain outdoors, electrical facilities must be waterproofed.

"Beautiful and strict Teacher Yang."

Zhou Jing sucked on Yang Wenwen's face, making her pout and kiss her.

"Do you have time to rest during the May Day holiday?"

Yang Wenwen pinched the boy's face with her palm.

"Not necessarily. It will be even busier later."

Zhou Jing hugged Yang Wenwen and held her close to him.

Yang Wenwen could imagine that the company was developing smartphones and would definitely be busy.

"You want to stay over at Baoning Road tonight wearing such sexy clothes?"

Zhou Jing hooked Yang Wenwen's collar, pulled at the waist of her pants and said.

"I can do it."

Yang Wenwen didn't think so. She was too busy with work during the intense review period for senior year, so she wasn't that unsatisfied. She was satisfied just because Zhou Jing came back to see her.

After resting for less than half an hour, Yang Wenwen went to school and Zhou Jing went out for a walk together.

When they arrived downstairs in the community, Yang Wenwen rode her electric bike to the Experimental Middle School. Zhou Jing was going to go to Yulin College, so he took Yang Wenwen's electric scooter out of the community. Sitting on the back of the scooter, Zhou Jing put his arms around Yang Wenwen's waist.

“Am I riding steadily?”

Yang Wenwen looked down at the hands around her and said with a smile.

"Very stable, the figure looks stable."

Zhou Jing smelled Yang Wenwen's hair and said that Yang Wenwen's figure was very picturesque, especially her back in tight jeans. Her hips wrapped in jeans when she walked was an unforgettable picture.

"If you want to call me fat, just say so."

There was a speed bump on the road out of the community, so Yang Wenwen stepped on the brakes and slowed down to pass.

"be careful."

After leaving the community, Zhou Jing got off the electric scooter, watched Yang Wenwen walk away, and turned around to drive.

Arriving outside Yulin College, Zhou Jing took a bottle of water from the freezer of Innovation Internet Cafe and went to the college playground to call Gu Jia. This time when he returned to Yulin, Zhou Jing told Gu Jia that he was negotiating a supplementary agreement on the project with the city, which would not easily arouse Gu Jia's suspicion.

"Zhou Zhou just fell asleep. You can't hear her voice. Listen to her breathing while she sleeps. Do you hear it?"

Gu Jia put the phone receiver close to the child's nose and said.

Zhou Jing: "I heard you. Zhou Zhou fell asleep at around 7 o'clock, so you have to rest very late tonight. You should feed the child at around 9 o'clock and rest together."

Gu Jia: "It can only be done this way. The little guy sleeps less and less during the day. In the first month, he could sleep more than nine hours during the day. Now he sleeps about six hours during the day. Next month, he will probably sleep about four hours during the day."

Zhou Jing: "Does that mean the people who take care of children are getting more and more tired?"

Gu Jia: "Yes, it will be easier if the child doesn't cry or make a fuss. Just watch him. If a child likes to make a fuss, you need to comfort him all the time."

Zhou Jing: "You can buy a sling now."

Gu Jia: "Can I carry Zhou Zhou to work in the future?"

Zhou Jing: "Sure, put it at the front desk as the company's mascot."

Gu Jia smiled and said, "The child grows up much faster than expected. Many of the things I bought are no longer needed before I have time to use them. The bassinet will not be needed next month either."

"It will be useful next time."

Zhou Jing originally thought that it was better to be prepared. As a first-time parent with no experience, he ignored the fact that the child only ate and slept in the first three months and had no ability to move. He also ignored the fact that the child changes a lot every month, so he bought everything the child might need. As a result, many things were not used in time.

"Next time, in two or three years, the wooden ones can be kept, but the others are unnecessary. I wonder if anyone wants to use them as a stall. Will you accompany me to set up a stall at night later?"

Gu Jia said with a smile that the things Zhou Jing bought for the children were quite expensive, and it would be a pity and a waste to throw them away. If he set up a stall in the community square at a lower price, there should be people who would buy them. If not, he could give them away for free, just don't waste them.

Zhou Jing: "A billionaire setting up a street stall with his wife? Even a domineering CEO falling in love with me wouldn't dare to write this."

Gu Jia: "If you don't go, I'll take Zhou Zhou with me."

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After hanging up the phone, Zhou Jing took a walk alone on the playground of Yushi College. The weather in April and May is warm and the flowers are in full bloom, which is the best time for couples to date. At around seven o'clock in the evening, the university campus is filled with the scent of hormones, and dating couples can be seen everywhere on the plastic lawn and in the corners of the stands.

Zhou Jing recalled his college life. His freshman, sophomore and junior years were very romantic. He and Chen Jiaqian had dinner together after class, went shopping, read books and went on dates in the evening. These were Zhou Jing's ideal college life when he was in high school.

After taking a short walk, Zhou Jing returned home. Yang's mother and the little girl had just arrived home.

"Where's Dad?"

The little girl threw herself on him and said.

"Sending mom to work, do you have any homework to do?"

Zhou Jing rubbed the little girl's head.

When she heard about doing homework, the little girl immediately became listless and said reluctantly, "I don't want to do it today."

"If Daddy can write something that will get into your head, Daddy will write it for you. Take your homework book and Daddy will write it with you."

(End of this chapter)