I knew that Qin Mo would settle the score later in the fall.

Wen Xia felt the hot breath that was plunging on her cheeks, subconsciously swallowed, moved her body down, trying to get out of his arm.

Who knew that he had circled her tighter, and the boy picked his eyes slightly, "Is he guilty?"

He stared at her fair and rosy face motionlessly, and her pure eyes were very bright.

Seventeen-year-old Wen Xia is a pure and favorite type of boys in the student era.

Wen Xia raised her hand and sweared, "I don't know if there is Jiang Xu, really."

"You are not allowed to take his milk tea in the future. I want to drink it for you, my husband." Qin Mo's face improved a little.

Wen Xia nodded quickly and added a condition, "There are double milks."

This looks so cute.

Qin Mo's pupils were slightly dark, and he hugged her waist and lowered his head and kissed her.

Wen Xia said "huh" and gradually hugged his neck.

A few minutes later, he let her go and saw her face flushed and a hint of greenness.

For a moment, he had an affair with a young high school girl.

He laughed softly, bent down and picked up the paper on the ground, took her hand to the desk, "Come on, my husband will teach you the questions."

He first changed Wen Xia's paper and estimated it to be only about sixty points.

It's pretty bad.

Mathematics is generally difficult for students, with poor grades, and most of the reasons for mathematics account for.

He briefly analyzed, "The multiple-choice questions score is pretty good, and the big questions and fill-in-the-blank questions are worse. I looked at your big questions and can't even apply the basic formulas, and even the formulas are confused."

"The foundation I made was too poor before, and it was probably not very useful to talk about the paper."

"Wait for me, I'll go and read out the mathematics textbooks for the first year of high school and briefly explain the commonly used formulas."

After he went out for a few minutes, he took two math textbooks in, sat down, turned over the book and pointed to the directory and said: "The key knowledge in the first year of high school includes sets, functions, sequences, plane vectors, and trigonometric functions, among which sequences and plane vectors need to be mastered with key points..."

This lecture lasted for two or three hours, neither of them paid attention to the time. One of them was tireless to explain a formula over and over again, while the other listened seriously and occasionally shook his head to show that he didn't understand.

At this time, Wende called, and Wen Xia noticed that it was already six o'clock and quickly answered the phone.

After a few words, she hung up the phone and hurriedly packed up the textbooks, "I'm back."

"Okay, bring the textbooks for the first year of high school. I took notes in my textbook."

Qin Mo helped her clean up, and gave her two textbooks, and finally lowered her head and kissed her.

"Don't look too late."

"Okay." Wen Xia hurried home.

Wende was already cooking in the kitchen, and there was a smell of food. He heard the sound of the door opening, came out of the kitchen, looked at the math textbook in Wen Xia's hand, "Where have you gone?"

"I've been looking for a classmate to provide homework. I've got a Friday exam. Math is very bad." Wen Xia said distressed while changing her shoes.

This is the first time Wen Xia has been in high school and has taken the initiative to tell Wen De about his studies. Before, he learned about Wen Xia's situation through Cao Jun's place.

I have always known that Wen Xia's grades are very poor, so he has had a headache and helplessness because of this, and I don't know how to teach her.

He tried to persuade him with kind words, but every time the two of them started to blush in less than two or three words.

Wende said in a deep voice: "Do you want to enroll in a tutoring class for you on the weekend?" Although he graduated from a prestigious university, he has almost forgotten his knowledge of high school, so tutoring homework is unlikely.

"I was about to tell my dad about this. My foundation in my first year of high school is too poor. I need to make up for it as soon as possible."

Wen Xia couldn't have asked Qin Mo to tutor his homework all the time, otherwise it would have delayed his studies.

Wende didn't expect Wen Xia to say this. He was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll go and ask which tutoring class is good tomorrow."

...

After making up for the formula for the first year of high school all night, Wen Xia's head became heavy. She looked at the gray sky outside the window, got up and threw herself on the bed and fell asleep.

I slept until ten o'clock. Wen Xia got up and yawned. When she left the bedroom, she saw Wende on the sofa, with a sleepy voice, "Dad, you didn't go to the factory today?"

"I will go to No. 2 Middle School to do business in the afternoon and take you to the school."

Wende's eyes moved from the newspaper to her, "Don't stay up late to read books in the future. It's not good for your eyes, and breakfast is warm in the kitchen."

"Thank you dad, then I'll call Yan Yan and ask her to go to school with me."

"Um."

Wen Xia suddenly realized a problem, it seemed that when she was at home, Wende was at home.

The factory at home is in the development period and there are many busy things, and Wende has no free time.

Now that I think he took time to take care of her father.

She walked to Wende and sat down, hugged him with both hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you, dad, I will definitely study hard and support my father in old age."

"Go to have a meal." Wende was a little helpless about her behavior like a child, but she felt a little greedy in her heart.

"Okay, dad."

Wen Xia saluted him mischievously, then took a brisk step to the kitchen for dinner.

During the meal, her cell phone rang, which was an unfamiliar number. She habitually hung up, but the phone was called three times.

She answered, "Hey?"

"Wen Xia, it's me, Jiang... Jiang Xu." The boy's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Needless to think about it, it was Jiang Yan who gave Jiang Xu the phone number.

Jiang Yan, please wait for me and go back to school to ask you to be "good".

Wen Xia took a bite of the big bun, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Someone gave me... I gave me two movie tickets. I want to ask if you want... Should you go and watch them together?" Jiang Xu stuttered, completely revealing his nervousness at this moment.

He didn't say he liked her explicitly, and Wen Xia couldn't say directly that I didn't like you, and refused politely, "No, my dad will take me to buy clothes later. You can find someone else to see it, I'm sorry."

Wender looked up at her.

Jiang Xu on the other end of the phone was disappointed, "It's okay."

Wen Xia quickly hung up the phone and sent a text message to Jiang Yan while drinking porridge.

Jiang Yan, go back to school and suffer "death"!

ps: Let’s take your Uncle Wen’s car to school together in the afternoon.

It took a while before she replied to her news, literally revealing traces of flattery.

Xia Xia, my mother packed me a can of fermented rot, and I will give you more than half.

Wen Xia laughed and quickly typing the keyboard with her fingers.

It's too late, wash it well and suffer "death"!

I won't look at my phone anymore.

After dinner, Wen Xia and Wende were hanging on the sofa. She took a book of classical Chinese for high school and started memorizing it in a low voice.

Suddenly, Wende put down the newspaper and said, "Go with me to buy some clothes."

Wen Xia was still muttering, "Ah, it's so dangerous! The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the blue sky..."

I didn't react for a moment when I heard this sentence, and was a little confused.
Chapter completed!