Chapter 727

It is estimated that the two daughters who have taken care of an Tong in recent years are so cute that he always thinks that the boy will become the second Shen Haosong when he grows up.

Shen Zhixing is an old son of Shen Haosong.

So it's more precious.

Time flies. Shen Siyu feels as if he hasn't seen enough. Shen Zhixing unknowingly is two years old.

For the sake of this child, Shen Siyu directly handed over the antique shop to Xiaoling. He became Gu Antong and retired to the second line.

In fact, it's not so difficult to bring up a child, especially in the environment of the Shen family. But Shen Zhixing is a little special, because he doesn't speak very well until he is two years old.

"Baby, baby, look what this is?"

Shen Siyu shook the colored stick in her hand and successfully shifted Shen Zhixing's attention to the bowl in her hand.

The little guy was very picky about food. He blinked and pouted his small mouth, revealing two small front teeth that looked particularly prominent, "one, two, eight..."

Shen Siyu's head dropped and his heart became a little agitated.

The meal is "one two eight" and the mother is "Mo Mo". My father can't call it out at all. Every time Shen Siyu wants to try, he will only lead Shen Zhixing to scream.

Shen Haosong looked back at Shen Haosong on the sofa and stared at the newspaper in his hand as if nothing had happened. Shen Siyu glared at him, "your son still can't understand..."

Shen Siyu's ass sank and sat on the ground.

Shen Haosong smiled, threw down the newspaper in his hand, walked towards the mother and son, and swept Shen Siyu's head with his palm. "Look what I said, my sons are like mothers."

Shen Haosong lifted his loose trouser legs and squatted in front of Xiao Zhixing. He picked up the color stick from the ground and shook it slowly in front of the child. Xiao Zhixing's eyes followed the color stick from left to right, and then he reached out and grabbed his little hand when Shen Hao songton lived.

Shen Haosong laughed again, "baby, no problem, and I'm sure it's smarter than ordinary people."

Hearing his father's praise, Xiao Zhixing giggled with his two front teeth as if he could understand.

"Really? Why didn't Xuanxuan and Rourou be like this when they were children..."

……

Facts have proved that Shen Haosong's guess is absolutely correct.

Shen Zhixing didn't really speak clearly until he was four years old. After successfully entering the kindergarten, he was already a well-known little prodigy.

Go to primary school early at the age of six and start learning middle school courses at the age of 10.

Shen Siyu remembers that when he was 15, he went to junior high school and began to study every day until 10 o'clock in the evening.

When Shen Zhixing was 15 years old, Shen Haosong invited him a professor from the University, because Shen Siyu couldn't tutor his son at all.

"Haosong, grandma just called and said she wanted to know. Let's go back to China these two days." Shen Siyu directly pushed the door of the study in. Father and son looked at her for a moment.

Shen Zhixing turned his head and spoke a string of English quickly. Shen Siyu just listened to a few words clearly.

Psychology... Something.

"Hello! Shen Zhixing!" Shen Siyu slammed the door and angrily came to her son. She pinched Shen Zhixing's ear. "How many times have I told you that we are Chinese and don't drag foreign languages at home!"

"Mom, if you don't understand, I'll say it again."

……

Shen Siyu really lost her reputation in front of her son. I think she was also a top student in the University. She won scholarships every year and was despised by her son. Shen Siyu's face turned red and stared at her husband.

Shen Haosong frowned. "You know what you do, you can't disrespect your mother. Be careful I'll clean you up."

Shen Zhixing turned and walked to the door of the study. "Dad, I've decided anyway. You can discuss it with your mother."

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This is not the first time he has returned to domestic land. But I think the sunshine in Beicheng this spring is particularly clear.

Shen Zhixing thought of a Mandarin film that had been popular some time ago - "beginning of spring".

Shen Zhixing lowered his head and looked at the unique cement road under his feet.

Then he pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, recalled and recited a passage from the beginning of spring: when spring comes every year, my heart is always ready to move, and I think something will happen

I heard that before returning home, my father and mother had a long talk all night because of psychological problems.

Don't think about it. My mother won't agree. Because Shen Zhixing is very boring sometimes.

I'm so bored that I shut myself in my room for a few days and don't come out once.

Until his cheeks were full of beard and his eyes were red, he would say, "Mom, I'm hungry."

This, according to the father, is the only thing their mother and son have in common.

But men and men have always been connected. Shen Zhixing picked up the corner of his mouth and subconsciously touched the mobile phone in his chest pocket.

Before he left home in England, he received a very obscure text message from his father.

I heard that his father would introduce him to Iverson, a famous psychology professor.

So, this spring is really bright! When Shen Zhixing looked up, the corners of his mouth opened a nice curve.

"Zhixing! What are you waiting for? Don't look at what time it is now. Grandma will scold you if you go back late!" Shen Siyu patted the door and shouted.

Shen Zhixing's eyelids drooped, "Oh! Here we are."

……

Old lady Shen is over a hundred years old. It is a rare longevity in the business circle. It is no exaggeration to say that she has sent away many people with son generations in the past 20 years. But I still have a bright spirit.

Full of silver hair, in the back of his head, he wore a high bun with a silver hairpin across his head. It's like a Manchu bun. But compared with 20 years ago, the old man is much thinner. The short jacket of immortal skeleton Taoist wind. Elegant silver peonies are embroidered on the cuffs without losing taste. Mrs. Shen sat on the sofa, her wrinkled hands arched in front of her body, firmly holding a jujube wood crutch.

"Grandma, we're back."

After entering the door, Shen Siyu went straight to the sofa in the living room. She threw down her bag and squatted in front of old lady Shen.

Mrs. Shen actually heard them come in. She waited until Shen Siyu's handsome face appeared in front of her. Old lady Shen nodded and smiled faintly.

"It's good this time. I'll be back soon."

Mrs. Shen looked away at the door, then freed up a hand to greet, "great grandson, come here and let Grandma have a look."

Shen Haosong pushed his son's body behind him. Shen Zhixing quickly took a few steps and took Mrs. Shen's hand. "Grandma, you call me Zhixing. My parents call me that."

Shen Zhixing is 17 years old and is about to graduate from university. He is preparing to go to London for postgraduate study. Obviously, in his heart, it was a little awkward to be treated like a child. But what can I do? He is an old son of Shen Haosong. It seems that no matter how old you are, you won't escape from the spoiled home.