Spring Festival
Before Qiao Yuan Temple rang the doorbell, he took a deep breath.
1. She was already twenty-one years old, and she was about to graduate from her master's degree. She was too embarrassed to ask for money from her housekeeper. Fortunately, her classmate had introduced her to a part-time job as a tutor. The salary was surprisingly generous. She could earn 1,500 yuan an hour. She could earn enough money to buy the set of antique books in one weekend.
2. The only suspicious part was why the student himself did not accept the job.
"I don't have time." Meng Fujin sighed and said, "The hostess is very nice. She's generous, kind, and easy to talk to … If you don't believe me, you can ask Tu Changan. When she went out with me, she met the hostess once."
Rabbit Changan, who had always been very easy to fool and could not even distinguish between a good review and a fake one, nodded many times to ensure that what she said was true, but she could not completely dispel Qiaoyuan Temple's doubts. However, 1,500 was enough.
The title 'mistress' left an impression in Qiao Yuanji's heart of a middle-aged auntie with short curls and a stout figure. Hence, when she saw the person who opened the door for the first time, she looked at her and could only ask politely in a daze, "May I ask if Madam Lin is here? I made an appointment to tutor you today. "
So, Ms. Lin's family had someone who was a model?
The 1.8-meter-tall young woman in front of him, who did not look to be more than thirty years old, had refined and smooth lines all over her body, which made people jealous, lowered her eyes to look at Qiao Yuan Si and said with a smile, "I am. Please come in."
Meng Fujin didn't say that tutoring was for kindergarteners.
"Excuse me, how old is your child?" Qiao Yuan Temple asked. "The class that needs tutoring is …"
Madam Lin scratched her face.
"Actually," she said, a little embarrassed, "he's not my own..."
'I get it. No wonder she's so young. Turns out she's the second wife. She won't be a stepmother.' As Qiao Yuansi's mind flashed with several TV drama plots, he heard Madam Lin say, "There are quite a lot of people. I wonder if you can handle it?"
5. Was the first wife very fertile?
When Madam Lin pushed open the door to the nursery, Qiao Yuan Temple could not help but be shocked. The living room was about fifty to sixty square meters, the ceiling was almost ten meters high, and the French windows were bright and clean. It was a beautiful room, but that was not the main reason why she was surprised. The main reason was that there were too many children.
Qiao Yuan Temple looked at the children in the pit and valley and stammered, "How, how many children are there?" Their ages ranged from five to ten years old, and they all sat quietly on the sofa or the floor. Their expressionless faces made one's scalp tingle at first glance.
Ms. Lin also seemed to have a headache. "No, no, not everyone you see is a child … Aiya, really, I clearly told him …"
What does that mean?
Madam Lin looked around and suddenly raised her head. Qiao Yuan Temple then realized that there was a hammock in the air. She shouted at the hammock, "Puppeteer! The tutor is here, you first … you first put away your toys. "
What's the child's name? She spoke so fast that Qiao Yuan Temple thought he had heard her wrong.
Slowly, a gloomy face peeked out from the edge of the hammock. That small face was at most the size of Qiao Yuan Temple's palm, and he did not look more than ten years old. The gothic makeup was not his biggest problem; the biggest problem was that when he stretched out his head, Qiao Yuan Temple subconsciously wanted to cover the aorta on his neck.
"… Are you not satisfied with living, so you use your mouth to play extreme sports?" When the child stared at him, he felt as if his gallbladder had been broken by his gaze. He asked softly and darkly, "Who do you think you're ordering?"
Looks like it's a feud between the rich and the new wife or something. Unexpectedly, art really comes from life.
10. Perhaps it was out of respect for his tutor, the kid named Puppeteer put away all the "toys" in the pit.
Qiao Yuan Temple did not want to ask why those vivid and lifelike human beings were toys and how they were put away.
Now, she felt a chill from the soles of her feet to her head. Thinking about it carefully, antique books did not seem to be something that she had to have …
"Oh, he's in a good mood today. Maybe it's because it's almost New Year, so his attitude is so good."
Poor Madam Lin. She did not seem to have seen what a good attitude was.
After all the "toys" were put away, like a reef revealed after the tide receded, what was left were the subjects of Qiao Yuan Temple's lesson.
"Let me introduce you." Madam Lin brought her along as if she was visiting a scenic spot. She pointed at the first child with a head full of black hair and a fierce expression. "This is Xiaoji."
Unexpectedly, the child with such a fierce expression, who looked like a future delinquent, only nodded when he heard that, as if to say, "Indeed, it's me."
"This is Poppy."
A young girl with honey-blonde curls, who was so beautiful that she seemed to have been meticulously painted, rushed at Madam Lin and said, "You introduced all the names to your mother. We fell into the pocket dimension's trap. What's wrong with you? You're here with Xiaoji and Poppy. Do you think you're too cute?"
"This is Bohemia," repeated Miss Lin, complaisantly. She did have a good temper.
The next child almost made Qiao Yuan Temple's heart stop beating. She even forgot about the word "pocket dimension". She had always thought that she had received a good education, but she did not expect that there would be a day when she could not think of a suitable word to describe a child's beauty. 'A … A young Sun God?'
"He's Silvan," Madam Lin said with a straight face. "Unless it's necessary, it's better to look at him as little as possible."
Silvan smiled gently at Qiao Yuan Temple. His green eyes curved and rippled with the light of a lake.
Qiao Yuan Temple was in a daze for a moment. Half a minute passed.
When she was pulled away by Madam Lin, she finally came back to her senses. She looked at the children with different appearances and said, "Your husband's genes are quite rich."
Mister Lin's gene pool was really rich, because the next child was a robot.
"It's called J7." Madam Lin held the small metal machine that Qiao Yuan Temple thought was a toy in her arms and said, "It's the best child in my family. It's considerate and reasonable."
She had a feeling that those words were meant for the other children to hear.
Even J7 looked a little confused. It looked as if it could not understand how the laurel fell from the sky onto its stapler, although Qiao Yuan Temple did not know how she saw it.
'No, there seems to be something wrong.
But just like how some people are born with fair skin, some people are born with curly hair, if some people are born with metal, isn't it normal? '
Qiao Yuan Temple thought for a while, but he could not figure out what was wrong, so he let it go.
The next child was a cat.
Qiao Yuan Temple felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the child in front of him in his many years of education. However, Madam Lin firmly guaranteed that the kitten in her palm, whose eyes were still covered by a blue membrane, and whose fur was standing on end, would definitely have to go to school. "Only by continuously receiving education can they recover … and grow as fast as possible," Madam Lin emphasized again and again.
Since the robot was acceptable, of course, the cat was even more acceptable.
Since the cat was fine, of course, the young rabbit was also reasonable. Its stomach was not even as long as his little finger, but when it kicked him, it still hurt a little.
Since the rabbit was reasonable, this … this … silkworm-like larvae, Qiao Yuan Temple could also teach them. According to Madam Lin, when teaching larvae, the focus should be on two aspects. One was the history, policies, and demeanor of the various queens in history, and the other was the preciousness of human life.
"I hope I can turn it around a little," Madam Lin said with a sigh.
Since larvae could be taught, a … a square gift bag wrapped in gift paper and tied with a bow, was it not, was it not normal?
"I didn't expect it either." Madam Lin scratched her face again, as if she also knew that her words were outrageous. "When I put the immature version on him, he actually returned to the original form of a gift bag …"
As she spoke, she patted the bow on the gift bag as if comforting it.
20. A non-living child already has a gift pack. What's wrong with a ghost?
"You have to be careful." Madam Lin lifted Yuan Xiangxi with both hands like she was holding a dinner plate and explained, "Because he's a young ghost, he's already weightless. Now that he's even lighter, you have to avoid him from sneezing. Last time, Bohemia ate chili blindly, and in the end, he sneezed and fell into the spider web in the corner of the ceiling … "
The first wife was really good at giving birth.
When Madam Lin slammed the door with a bang, Qiao Yuan Temple seemed to vaguely hear her muttering to herself, "This [Self-explanation] is really useful …"
When Qiao Yuan Temple turned around, all the big and small sparkling eyes in the room met her at the same time.
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