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Tang Muqing patted the two children, opened the box in front of him and threw two documents on the table, "The courses have been decided, but you have eight hours of courses every day, finish the courses first, and save the rest of the time for the New Year and go out to play."
Cheng Che nodded hopelessly, but his brother hugged him and rubbed his head.
Tang Muqing slowly laid out the things one by one, raised his hand and pressed Shajin's head, "Kakawaxia, there is no need to bargain with your family. I will give you whatever you want."
He bent down slightly, put his gentle eyes at eye level with Shajin, and said softly: "It's something that can be solved by just showing weakness. There's no need to gamble. Showing weakness to your family won't put you in danger."
Sha Jin looked up blankly, his eyes full of confusion.
"My course is over, this is the gift for you." Tang Muqing smiled gently and rubbed the two children's heads, "Go play."
Sha Jin was stunned for a moment, watching the gentle and elegant man stand up and leave calmly, and then he moved his gaze to the documents beside him.
House purchase contract?
"Have you learned your lesson?" Cheng Che sighed heavily, picked up the pen and signed his name and fingerprints skillfully, and urged Sha Jin, "I'm not teaching you how to gamble. I'm teaching you how to get along with your family, and by the way, how to manage your finances."
Gold Dust was confused, and spoke after a long while, "So what did I lose?"
I have no money, but I have a house!
"I lost time." Cheng Che sighed, "You may be good at making a small profit with a big investment, but my friend, no one at home will let you lose."
Chapter 23 Extra
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"This child..."
The old lady leaned back in her chair, squinting her eyes and thinking, "I must have suffered too much when I was young, otherwise I wouldn't have developed this kind of character."
Hearing this, Tang Muqing nodded.
He lowered his eyes and held the teapot, adding a cup of tea to the old man, and chuckled and said, "This personality is suitable for my family. That group of troublesome things just needs someone who doesn't follow the rules to discipline them."
Hearing this, the old lady looked up at her grandson and said bluntly, "You sound like you don't have to worry about anything. When you were this old, you had already made your father not want to go home."
"How can they be the same?" Tang Muqing fiddled with the tea set slowly and methodically, without any displeasure. "At least I didn't suffer too much, but this child is a little different... I'm sorry to have to worry about you."
"Of course I worry about my grandson." Old Mrs. Cheng looked gentle and kind, sipping her tea from the cup, and said in a gentle tone, "You should worry less too. You are only in your twenties, but you are more experienced in raising children than your grandfather."
"Aren't you planning to raise a successor as soon as possible?" Tang Muqing chuckled, stood up and sat next to the old lady, leaned his head on her shoulder, and whispered, "Anyway, you can see that I can't have children, so I'd better choose an heir as soon as possible, so that the family business I worked so hard to build won't be taken advantage of by others."
Grandmother Cheng: ...
I'm speechless. We are of the same generation, but he speaks like an elder.
"You're already an adult but still acting like a spoiled brat. Did Cheche learn this from you?" Old Madam Cheng patted Tang Muqing's head in disdain, sighed, and whispered, "I don't want to interfere with your marriage and having children, but Ah Qing, if you like someone, just get along well with them. There's no need to go your separate ways just when you've developed a little affection. It's not good for anyone."
"I know, but I don't really like it." Tang Muqing narrowed his eyes and looked at the bonsai on the table, and said softly: "My father is a playboy, and I am a playboy too. If I give birth to another playboy child, when I am old and in my seventies, I will have to settle lawsuits for my son and grandson. How troublesome it is."
Old Madam Cheng almost couldn't help rolling her eyes and pushed Tang Muqing's head away, "I don't care if you are a playboy, but I will beat you up when you let your illegitimate child come to my house."
"How dare I?" Tang Muqing laughed, leaning on the old lady's shoulder and closing his eyes, "I hate children the most."
The old lady couldn't help rolling her eyes this time, "You hate children but you still like to take care of them. I think you just don't want to have children."
"I can't take that responsibility. I feel like I failed in my duty in educating my brothers. If I continue to raise children..." Tang Muqing said, and smiled helplessly after a while, "If I continue to be lenient with my father like I was when I was raised, I will beat myself to death."
Old Mrs. Cheng sighed helplessly. Just as she was about to say something, she saw two little kids walking down the stairs hand in hand, carrying schoolbags on their backs, looking very bitter and resentful.
"Grandma..." Cheng Che moved over, squeezed Tang Muching aside and leaned against the old lady, "My brother asked me to go to class. I'm on vacation. He asked me to go to class. It's busier than when I was in school."
Tang Muqing suppressed his laughter as he listened to his brother's complaint. He raised his hand and touched Shajin's head. "Yeah, but he deserved it, right?"
Gold Dust: ...
Sha Jin thought about the money he had won and the lessons he had lost, and his shoulders drooped in disappointment.
"Deserved it."
Grandma Cheng repeated, and skillfully reached out to touch the two children's legs, "Are you wearing long johns?"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che took a step back and said, "No."
On the side, Sha Jin recalled the soft and sagging underwear she found in the closet, and stepped back in resistance, "I won't wear it."
Are you kidding? He wants to give everything to the Amber King's gold sand!
How can you wear something like long johns!
"Go change."
Mrs. Cheng was unmoved and raised her chin towards the upstairs. "If you don't wear it now, I will ask Auntie to take the clothes to the after-school class and let you change in front of your classmates."
Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face, and all the spoiled, coquettish and complaining on his face disappeared. "I'm in a small class, there are no classmates."
"Oh, when school starts, I'll go and let you two change clothes every day." The old lady knew how to understand the psychology of children. She smiled kindly and said, "I'll wear it one day less. Alas, I'm old now. No one will listen to me no matter what I say. Alas..."
Cheng Che turned around and walked upstairs, followed by Sha Jin, who was reluctant but had to wear long johns.
Twenty minutes later, Cheng Che and Sha Jin appeared in the living room again. They lifted their legs to let the old lady touch their pants, and then walked out of the house under their brother's teasing eyes.
After getting in the car, Cheng Che quickly closed the door, sat in the back seat and began to unbuckle his belt.
"What are you doing?" Sha Jin stared at Cheng Che with wide eyes, "Are you planning to go to the bathroom by taking off your pants in the car?"
Rich people don’t have the money to spend on children, right?!
"Take off your long johns!" Cheng Che had no expression on his face. He lowered his head and untied the knotted belt. His face was calm. "The long johns are soft and stick to my body. It's uncomfortable."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sha Jin's eyelids trembled.
He was silent for a moment, put his schoolbag aside, lowered his head and began to untie his belt, "You are right."
Before the two children could unbuckle their belts, the man sitting in the passenger seat finally spoke up, "In order to prevent you from changing into your long johns, the old lady specially installed surveillance cameras in the car that takes you to school."
Su Ming turned his head and looked at the two children, his expression speechless, "Wear them, dear, or you will get cold legs when you grow up and die."
Cheng Che stopped, turned his head and looked at the camera hanging in the car without any concealment, and said speechlessly: "Why does this thing called long johns exist in this world?"
"Because it's cold." Su Ming muttered, reaching out and patting Cheng Che's head, "Be obedient, it's all for the sake of not getting sick."
Cheng Che lowered his head and tied the knot he had untied again, "What about you? Aren't you going to the company to audit the class today? Don't you have to attend class?"
"Take a break and think about how to mend the sky like Nuwa." Su Ming rubbed his forehead and dozed off while sitting in the passenger seat. "I'm here to keep an eye on you two. Brother Tang's blood pressure has risen because of an essay. He said he's going to live in a sanatorium for the next half month to recuperate, so he asked me to come over and bear the wrath."
Cheng Che tilted his head and looked at Su Ming, "Then... I'm sorry."
"Come on, don't pretend with me." Su Ming glanced at the map and closed his eyes. "I'm just a companion. If you don't cause trouble for me, it will be considered filial piety."
At the side, Sha Jin approached Cheng Che and lowered his voice, "This brother is not even an adult yet, why does he have to act like an adult and stare at us?"
Cheng Che thought for a moment, "My sister is favored, and Brother Tang can't bear to let her suffer my anger. My brother is studying abroad, and we always fight and scold each other when we meet. He can't scold me and always complains to Brother Tang. Only Brother Su can keep an eye on me."
At this point, Cheng Che sighed and looked at Shajin with a helpless look, "Accept your fate, my friend, we both have criminal records now, and this is the jailer."
Before he could finish his words, a slap hit his head. The boy asked seriously and loudly, "Jade feet?! Jade will only hurt you! Are you secretly watching something indecent?!"
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che covered his forehead, "Everything looks dirty to people with a heart!"
Chapter 663 You know too much!
In the special space formed by the memory, the woman crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes half open, filled with speechlessness, "What is he doing!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed at the young man squatting beside her holding a memory bubble and poking it, and asked in disbelief, "Is he a three-year-old child?!"
Hearing this, Xing came back to his senses.
The gray-haired girl turned her head to look at Cheng Che, then met the black swan's gaze, thought for a moment before shaking her head, "Forgive me, he's not even three years old yet."
Black Swan: ???
Black Swan's pupils shrank slightly, in disbelief, "Not even three years old yet? Are you scolding him?!"
Such a big one to tell her that she is not three years old?
It’s jaw-dropping whether you know that Gallagher is thirteen years old!
"He's really not three years old." Xing had a calm face, as if he was used to such occasions of lying with open eyes. "He died in front of the train... or rather, he was reincarnated once, and it was only a year ago."
Black Swan: …
The black swan fell into silence, closed its eyes and could only sigh helplessly.
Next to the two of them, a strong adult man squatted on the ground, looking at the memory bubble floating in the air in front of him with curious eyes, poking it like a balloon, and even took out a thin object from his pocket to poke it.
Xing's eyelids twitched, and she asked in disbelief: "Why do you have a sewing needle on you?"
If she had seen correctly, Cheng Che had taken out a small leather bag from his backpack, which contained not only various needles but also some thread for sewing clothes.
Oh no, isn't Cheng Che so virtuous? !
Why is Cheng Che's bag so big? !
Moreover, does Cheng Che really need this kind of tool in his bag?
"Why not?" Cheng Che popped the memory bubbles in front of him one by one, his eyes gleaming as the bubbles burst. "Who knows, it may be useful someday. And look, it's being used now."
star:……
Oh, and sewing needles can be used for more than just sewing clothes.
"But it doesn't feel like you." Xing frowned, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "At first, I thought you were the kind of person who was mean inside but cold outside, and didn't hold back when you spoke. Later, I thought you were a bitch. Now... the filter we had when we first met has been completely shattered."
Yes, people do change.
"Hmm?" Cheng Che looked up at Xing, recalling their first meeting, and asked in confusion: "When I met you, not only did I smash the train, but you also saw the Thor on my phone case, wearing big slippers, big shorts and a vest. Do you really think I'm the kind of person who looks cold?"
Some people have said that he is cold and aloof, but they were probably classmates he wasn't very familiar with before, right?
"It's different. It's not because of your expressionless face. I just feel that you don't care about anything." Xing muttered, pulled Cheng Che to stand up, and watched Cheng Che put the needle into the sewing bag carefully. Then he asked in confusion: "So you bring it so that you can poke villains anytime and anywhere?"
"This needle is very thin and small, so it can't be used to poke the little ball." Cheng Che explained in a low voice, pointing to his body, "I just wear it because I'm afraid my clothes will be torn by accident."
Hearing this, Xing looked down at Cheng Che's bag and asked, "Are you suffering from paranoia?"
Cheng Che: ...
How did you get it?