Chapter 1085 Shen Guozhong Refuses to Admit His Guilt

Shen Guozhong chuckled: "It's up to me to say whether the discipline is good or not. If I can't say, then Wen Qiao can't do anything about it, don't you think?"

Uncle Chen smiled: "Mr. is still wise. Miss is only eighteen years old. It is definitely not good for the body for a child of this age to suddenly have 600 ml of blood drawn."

"No one will give us Ning'er's blood. When the time comes, we will give him some money and send Wen Qiao away."

"But...but she has Young Master Fu's support behind her. I heard that Young Master Fu has no lower limit for doting on her."

Shen Guozhong chuckled: "Our Shen family and the Fu family have no business dealings. If the Fu family dares to use force, we will expose this matter."

Uncle Chen nodded: "I'll listen to you sir."

In the afternoon, Wen Qiao came again and met Shen Guozhong in the hall. Shen Guozhong showed no expression and just called Teacher Wen.

Wen Qiao went over to chat with him about Shen Yan: "Has Shen Yan gotten better recently?"

Shen Guozhong frowned deliberately: "I don't think so, I'm still so naughty."

Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes, "What's wrong with him?"

"It's not the time when guests come, they either shoot them with a slingshot, secretly saw off the legs of stools, or sprinkle soapy water in the bathroom to make them fall over."

Wen Qiao glanced at Shen Guozhong with a playful expression: "Really?"

Shen Guozhong looked worried: "Mr. Wen, I can give you a deadline. If you can't control him before the end of the summer vacation, our deal will be over. What do you think?"

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, Shen Guozhong showed a proud smile.

It's good. It can help him discipline his son, and he doesn't have to donate his daughter's blood. This is the best of both worlds.

Wen Qiao went upstairs. Shen Yan didn't get up until nine in the morning. He was sleepy again at two in the afternoon and was taking a nap.

The arms exposed outside the quilt were red. The skin was almost peeling from the sequelae of a day of farm work yesterday.

Wen Qiao brought sunburn ointment, put it on his desk, and concentrated on preparing lessons.

Shen Yan slept until three-thirty. When he got up, his arm touched the edge of the bed, causing him to gasp in pain.

My skin is peeling from the sun and it hurts wherever I touch it.

Wen Qiao turned around and threw a stick of ointment on the bed: "Rub it, it will be very effective."

Shen Yan didn't dare to confront Wen Qiao anymore. He knew that once he said no, Wen Qiao would immediately take back the ointment. For Wen Qiao, pretentiousness was of no use.

He picked up the ointment, unscrewed the cap, squeezed out a little bit, and it was mint green in color. He gently applied a little bit on his arm, and immediately felt a cooling sensation. It was very comfortable, so he took the most sun-drenched ointment. In severe cases, some ointment was applied to both upper arms.

When he walked to the desk, he saw Wen Qiao writing and drawing in his notebook. He pretended to be cold and said, "What are you doing?"

"I have three options today: play tennis, go to the fields to pull weeds, or study. Which one do you choose?"

Shen Yan finally gave up: "Study."

Wen Qiao smiled slightly: "Go and wash your face. Let's start now. We will learn English today. After finishing the study, I will have a quiz in class. If you don't pass..."

Shen Yan: "What will happen if I don't pass?"

"My grandpa contracted a hundred acres of land, and there is plenty of work to do."

Shen Yan was so frightened that he quickly sat down: "No more words, let's get started quickly."

Wen Qiao curled her lips, and she knew that there was no naughty child that she couldn't tame.