"I ..." Han Ji said for a while.

There is nothing to say.

He realized that he didn't seem to be a husband, his father's responsibility.

Looking down at Han Haoxuan, the little guy also looked at him with a vigilant and curious look.

Han Ji's eyes were stabbed for a moment.

Han Haoxuan, but his pro -son, how can he see him with vigilant and careful eyes?

He believes that he is not a serious person, nor will he speak and do things like his father Han Jing.

It's not like Han Hongde.

But Han Haoxuan didn't get close to him?

"Hao Xuan will give it to you, you bring it well," Han Ji's mother said: "Now your unit is close to home, and there are many when you are at home.

Polygrish and considerate of Zhiyin, she is busy in the Han family's host's home, and she is also busy. You see that she is not there today, and the family eats later than usual. If you go out, she will get sick. Your grandpa must be angry, feel that

You did n’t take care of her. You are now a shopkeeper again, and you do n’t even care about your son, be careful that he is looking for you. "

"I know," Han Ji felt ashamed and said to himself: "I didn't realize this, no wonder I don't know the sound."

"What do you say?" Han Ji's mother asked.

"Nothing, just leave it to me, you go to eat."

Han Ji's mother settled a few more words. After saying that at this time, Ai Zhiyin would take Han Haoxuan what to do, and told it carefully before leaving.

Han Ji looked at Han Haoxuan, who was also confusing and overwhelmed. He bowed and directly hugged Han Haoxuan in his arms.

Han Haoxuan probably did not expect that Han Ji would hug him. When he sat on his leg, the whole body was tight.

Han Ji twisted his eyebrows and looked at him: "How? I can't hold you for a while?"

Han Haoxuan shook his head and looked at him blankly.

Han Ji turned to a direction and asked Han Haoxuan to face the desk. "Grandma asked me to take you as an abacus problem, the addition and subtraction of the ten within ten, would you?"

Han Haoxuan's black face: "Dad, I will take the method of recite the way."

Han Ji: "..."

Han Haoxuan: "I have a workbook, and my mother will accompany me to write a bookbook."

Han Ji frowned: "Isn't this a holiday? Do you still write homework?"

Han Haoxuan looked at him puzzled: "Write."

Han Ji: "The school posted? Don't let you leave you such a big child for a long vacation?"

He also said that the person in charge and principal of the education in charge of Han Haoxuan's district were too bold to say a phone call.

Just listen to Han Haoxuan and say: "It was my mother arranged for me."

Han Ji was a little dumbfounded.

Han Haoxuan was a little discouraged: "My mother bought a lot, saying that I had to complete all before the school.

Han Ji: "If you don't like it, say it really ... you should deal with it, just pretend to be serious."

Han Haoxuan shook her head, "No, my mother will check it, very strict. If it is not good, she will be angry."

Han Ji was a little questioned, "Don't, but not the final exam. If you do n’t do it well, you ca n’t do it well. Now you are the most playful when you do n’t do it well."

Han Haoxuan: "I don't want to disappoint my mother."

Han Ji said for a while.

Tong Yan Wuji.

Han Haoxuan knew not to let Ai Zhiyin disappoint, but a adult did not realize this.

Han Ji: "How old are you, just want to have so much?"

Han Haoxuan is not convinced: "I'm eight years old."

Han Ji suddenly, yes, Han Haoxuan is eight years old.

Time passes so fast.

How did all these eight years come from?

Han Ji didn't have much impression, I just felt that he spent most of his time in drunk dreams.

Going home is also like completing the task.

He entered the mobile phone for each special date for each home, and there will be reminders to get the point.

Including parents' birthday, Han Hongde's birthday, Ai Zhiyin's birthday, Han Haoxuan's birthday, similar to various special festivals.

"The eight -year -old is not small," Han Ji said, "You say you are so big, you should be strong from your mother, don't cry or make trouble. Let's go, go to your booklet, I will accompany you to do homework.

"

Han Haoxuan is a bit reluctant, "I don’t want to write homework."

Han Ji: "You have to have other requests to help you find a way. This requirement is nothing. If your mother is the imperial decree, I can't resist."

Han Haoxuan "Oh", jumped out of Han Ji's arms and went out to get the homework booklet.

Han Ji looked at his short head, so he understood why Han Haoxuan and him did not kiss.

The child is big.

Especially boys.

At the age of Han Haoxuan, he and Han Chi thought about how to complete the homework as quickly as possible all day, and then ran out to play.

He and Han Chi are in the same grade, different classes, and the homework is not bad. The two are divided into labor, you language, he mathematics, you copy him, he copys you, and he can complete it soon.

At that time, the family only paid attention to their final results. He and Han Chi were not bad, but it was easier than now.

Han Haoxuan is too obedient than them, and he will know that he is doing his homework. Even if Ai Zhiyin is arranged extra, he will write obediently.

There is such a son, let alone how much worry.

Han Haoxuan came to the study with his homework and schoolbag.

Han Ji reached out and took it to help him put it on the table together.

The adult's desk is not suitable for children to sit, Han Ji asked Han Haoxuan to sit in his arms.

Looking at several thick books on the table, he couldn't help frowning, "Do you have to write these?"

Han Haoxuan nodded: "Well."

He pulled out a copy, rolled over, turned to a blank page that happened to be just before, he pulled out the pencil, started reading the topic, and thought.

Han Ji was curious and pumped a few other books, and simply turned it over.

I don't know, I was startled at a glance.

There are even Olympics.

This was much more difficult than when he was in elementary school at that time.

"So many, when to do it, the question is still so difficult," Han Ji turned his hands and put it down, and picked up another one.

"Mom said, this holiday must be written all."

"He stares at you every day?"

Han Haoxuan shook her head, "She will give me a prescribed time, write three hours a day."

Han Ji was surprised: "Three hours? Sitting in front of the table to make these volumes?

Han Haoxuan nodded.

This is too terrible.

Such a big child, do n’t go out to play, be bored at home all day, and is arranged like a robot.

There is no freedom and nature.

"Let's do this," Han Ji said, "I will send you to the interest class in the future. If you don't want to go to class, just tell me, I go to the teachers in the interest class, I can’t go."

"No, my mother will not agree."
Chapter completed!