Remarry, No Way!

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Chapter 411 For mental retardation, I have always had only sympathy and no discrimination (2)

"..." Su Shi took his hand off: "Well, let me go, you are here to accompany Vichy, I am going to cook."

“Is it not going to be done?”

"Fang Fang has something at home, I let her go back first." Su Shi's voice came from the kitchen.

Song Ting encountered a look at the home, remembered that Song Mingxuan had gone to Jingshan after the drug addiction was quit. I guess I want to go there with you.

Song Weixi is writing homework, Song Tingyu has gone over to see, his son is writing a test paper. He takes the math test paper and looks at it: "Son, this is the third grade paper of the primary school. You are not even in the first grade of primary school. You can do it. Come out?"

Song Weixi glanced at him, took the test paper from his hand, and wrote the next one, and also placed the math test paper in his hand.

Song Tingyu took a look at the test paper from beginning to end, and did not find any mistakes, all right!

Song Weixi knew that he had finished reading, and then he looked up at him and looked at him. What did he say...

It seems to be saying: Don't underestimate me...

Song Ting encountered his hand on his chin: "Vichy, you are so smart, it is because of genetic self, understand? To inherit your mother's brain, not to mention the third grade papers, the kindergarten papers can not be done because Your mother is a math idiot."

Song Weixi wrinkled his nose, Song Ting met to know what he was thinking, he jumped and jumped his head and said: "Do not believe? Then let us try?"

"Su Shi." Song Tingyu shouted at the kitchen.

Su Shi came out of the kitchen and looked at the big and small sitting in the living room: "What happened?"

"Ask you a math question."

Su Shi took a moment and his face was unnatural: "I don't have time now, I have to cook."

"Answer me while I am doing it."

Seeing that Song Weixi was also watching himself, Su Shi did not want to show too much food in front of the children, so he asked with a hard scalp: "What question?"

"How much is 27+325-34?"

It’s hard...

Su Shi’s mind was blinded at the time, and there was a blank in his mind, almost counting his fingers.

Song Ting met on the sofa, holding a pair of slender legs waiting for her answer, and Song Weixi was holding her papers and staring at her.

"27,325,34..."

"Wait, I went to the computer."

The sound of Song Tingyu came coldly: "The mouth counts."

Oral calculation...

Su Shi also wants to find his own mobile phone and secretly calculate it.

Song Tingyi saw her intentions at a glance, picked up her mobile phone from the coffee table, and laughed at the evil spirit: "Your mobile phone is here, you are standing there to calculate, if you can’t count it, our family will be smashing tonight. hungry."

Su Shi’s face was flushed: “Song Tingyu, you are deceiving too much.”

"Just when I bully you." Song Tingyu did not deny it at all, but rather acknowledged: "Hurry up, time has passed five minutes, how much?"

"Wait." Su Shi yelled: "You don't disturb me."

There are three numbers left in her mind, and the time passes by, and finally I get an answer: "386."

Then she said: "I went in for cooking." For the reason, hurriedly ran into the kitchen and closed the door.

The father and son sitting in the living room looked at each other. Song Ting met: "Do you believe me? Just your mother used ten minutes to calculate the result. The result of the calculation was wrong. It took ten minutes to use you. Can you make one-third of the math papers?"

Song Weixi nodded.

"Thank you, Dad, thank you for being so powerful."

Song Weixi: "..."

Su Shi in the kitchen, in fact, faintly thinks the answer is wrong, but I don’t want to go deeper, no matter what, the answer is good...

She finally cooked the meal and greeted Song Tingyu to help her. She pulled Song Weixi to wash her hands and washed her hands. When she wiped her hands, he pulled down her clothes and said in her ear: 318."

Su Shi’s brain was blank at the moment, and then her heart was ecstatic. She now has a heart to care about what Song Weixi said. She only knows that she heard Vichy talking.

He spoke...

"Vichy, have you just talked to your mother? Would you say it again?"

Song Weixi refused to speak.

Su Shi took him back: "The courtesy, just Vichy talked to me."

Song Tingyu is very calm for the three-person soup: "Did he tell you a number?"

Su Shi recalled it, but it was not quite sure: "It seems to be."

"Does he say the number 318?"

Su Shi recalled it again: "It seems to be."

"……how do you know?"

"Your math is so unbearable, Vichy is also intolerable. It took ten minutes to calculate such a simple addition and subtraction. You are still wrong. No wonder Vichy can't help but correct you. Song Ting met with a contemptuous dawn watching Su Shi.

Su Shi: "..."

"Vichy, have you really told me the number 318?"

Song Weixi nodded and quietly ate soup.

Su Shi immediately stunned, Song Tingyu took her to sit down and handed a bowl of soup in front of her: "In the future, you will buy more pig brain to stew and drink, to shape the shape, the most suitable for you."

He said, and he reached out and squeezed her face.

Su Shi’s skin has always been excellent, just like the egg that peeled the eggshell. It’s hard to find a pore on the body. Song Tingyu always loves her skin. After pinching her face, she feels it. It’s so good, it’s pinched twice.

Su Shi patted his hand: "Song Ting Yu, are you finished?"

She was a bit angry. The father and son knew that her math was poor. She clearly set up a pit to let her jump inside. The most hateful thing was this man. She said that she was stupid and needed brains!

Where is she stupid? She is just not good at science!

Song Tingyu finally refused to stop, but after a while he came over and said: "Not finished, go back at night and let me continue to touch."

Su Shi gave him a look: "You dream!"

"What, angry?"

"No."

"It’s useless to be angry, you are really stupid."

"Song-Ting-Meet!"

"The third grade papers of Vichy Primary School have been made, and they are all right. You spent ten minutes to calculate the simplest arithmetic problem, which is still wrong." Song Tingyu pointed at her: "You don't want to You also coached Vichy to do the question? How do you coach him? Take out the phone and calculate it?"

Su Shi really couldn't bear to this man, kicked him with his foot: "Try it a little more, and at night you don't want to climb into my bed to sleep."