Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Chapter 33 I'm Going Home
Scenes from the past rushed into her mind. In the past, Jian Anran always felt that their family was a typical tiger mother and cat father.

In the process of growing up, the parents of Jane's family always had one singing the red face and the other singing the bad face.

Jian Anran often doesn't understand how they are husband and wife, how can their education models differ so much, if her mother is half as calm as her father.

It wasn't until she turned around with the accumulation of experience that she realized that the truth was not always what she saw.

Her mother, Yang Yahui, is a very hot-tempered person.

She has a quick temper, is very loyal to her old sisters, and has soft ears, so she can easily be used as a gunman among their sisters.

Sadly, the same is true in their small home.

Jian Shaobo didn't know if there was any KPI who could be a good father, but in his impression, he was hardly more fierce than Jian Anran and Jian Anjie.

Every time it was Yang Yahui who educated them eagerly, and when their emotions reached the lowest point, it was Jian Shaobo who had to give them a gentle policy.

She sometimes thinks that if her father travels back to ancient times, he might be able to be a powerful minister who manipulates the government behind the scenes without revealing his landscape.

For Jian Anran's education, Jian Shaobo has been brainwashing Yang Yahui all the year round with "you are a mother, you are delicate, and you know how to communicate with girls".

As for Jian Anjie's education, he naturally had another argument, "I work outside, and I don't have much communication with my children. You are a housewife, so you know what your children are thinking."

Jian Anjie's educational achievements are relatively inferior at present, and he is at the bottom of the crane in the average junior high school.

Jian Shaobo was very dissatisfied with this: You have been asked to take care of the child full-time at home, how can you take care of a child like this?
On the contrary, Jane Anran was admitted to a local college smoothly, which is considered a model of successful education in the new generation of their family.

Jian Shaobo is very proud of this: because his father works hard to make money outside all year round, his mother has the energy to educate her children full-time at home.

The life of a pua housewife.

Jian Anran's sudden question caught Jian Shaobo by surprise, his face was covered with a thin layer of anger, but after careful consideration he did not dare to attack casually.

"An Ran, you also know the situation at home." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Yang Yahui began to try to speak politely.

"Your father will soon reach the retirement age and why is he still running outside? Isn't it just to save some money for our family!"

"We are all getting old, but look at An Jie, who is only in the second year of junior high school this year, and he is still a long time away from becoming an adult! How will we raise our children when we have no income?"

"Not to mention that he is a boy after all, so he won't need money to marry a wife in the future?"

"Don't save him some wife money."

"Enough!" Before Yang Yahui could finish speaking, Jian Anran yelled and interrupted her chattering.

"Where are you saving money for our family? Are you saving money for your family of three?"

A while ago, when she was urged to marry just after entering her senior year, Jian Anran always felt that something was wrong.

But for a while, I couldn't think of what was wrong, and it was just that the parents just hoped that their daughter would find their place as soon as possible.

Didn't expect to throw her out early like water?
Her heart was half cold, and Jian Anran suddenly felt a little weak, and she didn't even know how she supported herself to stand up.

"You child? I taught you how to speak?" Yang Yahui cursed angrily.

Knowing that she was wrong, she could only find fault with Jian Anran's tone, so that she could stand firmer.

"There's no need to say more." Seeing that he had almost finished what he wanted to say, Jian Shaobo began to stand up and finish.

"We have found such a good marriage for you, and we have done everything we can."

"Where is a married daughter who still has to rely on the family for living expenses? If she refuses to go, someone will poke her back and say that our Jane's family is paying for it?"

With a "snap", Jian Anran dropped the chopsticks on the dining table.

She stood up with a "swish", the wooden dining chair lost its center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.

Ignoring Jian Shaobo who stood up behind her, blushing and accusing her, Jian Anran quickly walked back to her bedroom and closed the door.

Looking around, this small room that accompanied her throughout her childhood, white princess-style furniture, bookshelves full of books.

There is also a small sofa next to the bed. When she was a child, she always nestled on it after quarreling with her parents.
Her nose was a little sour, and her vision gradually blurred.

"Pa-ta", big teardrops fell on the wooden floor, and she wiped the uncontrollable tears with the back of her hand.

Sitting in front of the desk, he opened the drawer, took out a crimson brocade box from the depths, opened it, and found an ancient gold bracelet inside.

It was when her grandma was still awake, she specially called her to the bedside, and asked her to rummage through the drawers on the rotten wooden Babu bed.

Grandma left her her dowry, hoping to add a dowry to her future.

She got up and buried herself in the fluffy quilt.

After a long time, when she finally calmed down enough to cry no more, Jian Anran put the brocade box in her pocket and walked out of the room.

Under the watchful eyes of Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo, she walked to the door to change her shoes. Yang Yahui specially pressed the pause for the series and walked to the door.

"you are leaving?"

"Well," Jane Anran turned around and emphasized, "I'm going home."

The smile froze on Yang Yahui's face for a few seconds, and she said hastily: "What are you talking about, kid, this will always be your home."

"I thought so too." She then turned and left, took the key out of her pocket, and put it on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

This time, she took the subway back to the cloud, and leaned her mobile phone against the door lock of the slightly dignified gate, and the door lock opened automatically through NFC.

After washing her face, Jian Anran went to the balcony to touch it, and the pink quilt was thoroughly dried.

She tore off the quilt from the drying rack, and it took a lot of effort to spread out the two-meter bed in the second bedroom. Her back was already covered with a thin layer of sweat.

After taking a shower and changing into fragrant and soft pajamas, Jian Anran hid herself in the quilt soaked in the fragrance of the sun.

When Wen Siheng came back from get off work, it was already dark, and the lights in the house were not turned on.

Thinking that Jane Anran hadn't come back, he put the briefcase in the study and wanted to turn around and go out to pick her up.

The door of the second bedroom was left open, and when passing by, Wen Siheng suddenly found that the pink sheets had been changed.

After stopping to observe for a while, I was sure that the little bag bulging in the quilt was not falling asleep.

He squatted beside the bed, stretched out his hand through the quilt, and touched the little figure inside.

"wake up?"

A small head emerged from the pink quilt, and the dim light of the sky fell on her face through the window, making her paler and paler, her long eyelashes blinking, and her big wet eyes were red and swollen.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?" Wen Siheng touched her cheek, feeling slightly hot.

"Well," the person in the quilt nodded obediently, "it's uncomfortable."

(End of this chapter)