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    Every weekend, Maomao would be taken to Ami¡¯s home together.

    Maomao is now more than four months old. Compared with the original ball state, Maomao is not only much bigger, but also much heavier.  But this does not affect the mood of gently stroking it.

    Since the appearance of Maomao, Wen Wen rarely uses the ruler. She probably wishes she had two more hands to touch Maomao.

    Moreover, Ami is now making rapid progress in learning. He can already read five-year-old basic new words at a slow speed, and he can also write some short compositions.

    After being able to do basic touch reading and spelling, Wen Wen will assign homework to Ami based on the contents of the school textbook.

    Today I am required to write an essay of about two hundred words.  Although the number of words may not sound like much, it is a crucial thing for Ami. After an afternoon of hard work, she finally managed to get around two hundred words.

    "Teacher Wen, I've finished writing." Ami stood up and called Maomao softly.

    Although Maomao is at home on weekends, Ami doesn¡¯t have many opportunities to get close to it during the day.  The reason why I was able to finish my essay a little earlier today is probably because the essay topic is relatively simple.

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    Wen Wen was looking out the window in a trance and noticed that Maomao was planning to escape.  She groaned, stretched out her hand to hold down Mao Mao, who was trying to jump off the table. With her other hand, she pulled the writing board in front of Ami and turned it over, lowering her head to look at it.

    "My Zhiqiu".

    When he saw the title, he glanced at Ami gently.  At this moment, Ami was holding Maomao's tail, trying to save it from the clutches of the devil.

    At the same moment, Wen Wen let go of Mao Mao, who had been shaken to the point of weakness, picked up Ami's notebook, and pushed up the rimless glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, narrowing his narrow eyes.

    ¡¾My favorite person is Zhiqiu.

    Zhiqiu is tall and very strong. He can pick me up every time I fall asleep.  The next time she hugs me, I don't want to be asleep or drunk.

    Zhiqiu is a doctor and is very busy every day. Sometimes he has to work at night and cannot rest.  I really hope she doesn't become a doctor in the future.

    Zhiqiu said that once your eyes heal, you can make money like others.

    I think that after I can see, Xiaozhu and I will work together to sell fried chicken. We can also make money, and we can also let Zhiqiu come to work in the store, so that we can be together every day.  ¡¿

    The word count is not up to standard.  This was Wen Wen's first reaction after reading it. His second reaction was - a fried chicken restaurant?  The third reaction is - drunk?  hug?

    I¡¯m really afraid that after this child becomes educated, he will write his compositions every day as if he were feeling emotional.  Then what would the teachers in the school think of her as a tutor and what her teaching level was.

    After Wen Wen read the composition in his hand again, he said coldly: "Don't write about Zhi Qiu in your compositions from now on."

    "Ah, isn't it good at writing?" Ami was sitting on a chair, holding Maomao in his hand, which was already a little weak from being gently ravaged.  She likes to write about Zhi Qiu the most.

    Last time, I submitted an essay to the Chinese teacher. It was about what I most wanted to do and it had not yet been corrected.

    If she can¡¯t write, will the teacher criticize her for not writing well?

    "Well, you can try to write about others." Wen Wen didn't like to say too long sentences, so she said coldly and briefly: "You can write about me."

    "There's more." Wen Wen stood up, straightened his hair and got ready to call it a day. Although he felt it had nothing to do with the course, he still felt it was necessary to educate this silly kid: "Zhiqiu is not a doctor to make money."

    Mi is a little confused, doesn¡¯t everyone go to work to make money?  She stood up holding Maomao and tilted her head towards where Wen Wen was.

    "She just likes it." This is her ideal in life, how could she give up.  Wen Wen walked downstairs carrying her bag: "So you hope Zhiqiu won't do what she likes?"

    Mi seems to understand, but she probably understands that becoming a doctor is an important thing for Zhiqiu.

    Every weekend, Fan Xiaozhu feels anxious, even more terrified than students who cannot complete their homework.

    The frightened Fan Xiaozhu was now sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel, waiting for the cold-faced Teacher Wen to get in.

    This is the third time she has taken Teacher Wen home.

    Since Wen Wen left the car at her house, she has become a weekend driver for no reason, taking Wen Wen home every time, and then driving the car back to Tianhai City for training.

    She checked and found out that this so-called 'toy car' was worth hundreds of thousands. It was simplyI wish I was a little nervous.  I felt quite embarrassed when I opened it and found out it was a cake. I didn't even bring a gift, and I was a little reluctant to move things.

    ¡°I had no choice but to volunteer to take on the task of setting the table.

    Soon someone brought beer and snacks.

    Why didn¡¯t Teacher Wen live with his family? There was no one to accompany him on his birthday. Xiao Zhu suddenly felt sad and became even more busy.

    "Sixteen." Wen Wen had already taken off his suit. He was only wearing a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned.

    The clavicle is very deep.

    The food on the table is very rich, including Chinese and Western food, and a family bucket is available for takeaway.

    Wen Wen looked at Fan Xiaozhu from the side and felt a kind of appreciation in his heart for the good service of the little bald man. Then he remembered that Ami mentioned fried chicken in his essay.

    "Why do you want to open a fried chicken restaurant?"

    Fan Xiaozhu had just lit the first candle. When Wen Wen suddenly asked about it, her hand froze for a moment, and she continued to light three candles in a row. Then she said softly: "Because mom likes it."

    Wen Wen is a person who knows how to observe words and emotions.

    She saw a message from Fan Xiaozhu's expression, that is, her mother is no longer alive.

    Wen Wen didn¡¯t ask any more questions. He took out one of the twelve cans of wine on the table and gave it to Xiao Zhu: ¡°Fried chicken and beer, when will you open it? I can consider it.¡±

    Fan Xiaozhu ran to turn off the light.

    The light of sixteen candles swayed gently on the white cream, and the gentle lenses were full of flame color.

    If she were at home alone, she would just cut her vagina open and eat it.  But without waiting for her to say more, Fan Xiaozhu decorated the room into a warm birthday scene as ordinary people would.

    "Teacher Wen, please make a wish."

    Fan Xiaozhu was also very excited. It had been a long time since she had celebrated her birthday with someone else.  She clapped her hands gently, and her eyes were full of candlelight when she smiled: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you"

    So tacky.

    Wen Wen pushed up his glasses, picked up the remaining candles on the table, and continued to light and plug them in: "How old are you?"

    "Twenty-one years old." Fan Xiaozhu didn't finish singing and was a little stunned.

    Then twenty-one plus sixteen.

    The whole cake is now filled with candles of different heights. Wen Wen is finally satisfied: "Give you a chance and let's make a wish together."

    But my birthday hasn¡¯t arrived yet.

    "Teacher Wen, you make a wish first." Fan Xiaozhu didn't really want to make a wish. After all, this cake had nothing to do with her.

    Wen Wen pushed up his glasses and said indifferently: "I hope I can hear Fan Xiaozhu's greatest wish."

    Um?  ah?

    Fan Xiaozhu almost reached out to pick out his ears. What kind of wish did Teacher Wen make?

    Being stared at coldly by Wen Wen, Fan Xiaozhu was sitting on pins and needles, so he had no choice but to speak out the biggest vision in his heart: "I hope I can win the 50kg professional championship once."

    With such a simple request, it seems that he is not obsessed with boxing.

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