After the Boss Retires, He Becomes Obsessed with Raising Cubs

Xie Hui saw how he was running so fast, and smashed a snowball hidden in his hand on his shoulder.

Xie Shen, who wanted to catch up with his father, was immediately stunned by this snowball.

Xie Hui was distracted for a moment because of the words "Don't bully my son" that the client said in the system space, and then the little guy who was just stunned by the smash hit him directly in the face with a snowball. The touch made Xie Hui stunned for a moment.

Naturally, he wouldn't get angry with Xie Shen because of such a trivial matter, making this little guy feel uncomfortable even playing.

But when Xie Shen was sitting happily on the ground laughing, he made another huge snowball, walked over and smashed it on his feet, seeing that his lower body was buried in the snow, he stretched out his hand and hooked his nose.

"Shen'er can't run now?"

Xie Shen followed his father's line of sight to glance at the leg buried in the snow, and quickly pulled it out while his father was not paying attention, and threw the snowball that was secretly hidden on his father's face.

"Not at all."

After all, he was playing with the child, Xie Hui paid attention, and the snowballs were only thrown into his arms and shoulders. Unexpectedly, after the kid went crazy, every snowball aimed at his face .

After the child was tired from playing, Xie Hui carried him back to the palace, where some palace servants had already prepared hot water.

Because Xie Hui himself was also covered with snow water, so Xie Shen asked the nanny who served him to bathe him.

After changing his clothes, Xie Hui sat behind the desk. It happened that it was snowing at this time, and the snow scene outside the window looked very beautiful.

Until a sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the snow scene, Xie Shen ran towards the father with short legs, and while walking, he did not forget to call his father in his small milky voice.

The child is very forgetful, and after the father played wildly with him once, he was no longer afraid of him as before. Curiosity was also heavy, and he ran to the father and stood on tiptoe to see what was on the table of the father.

Xie Hui leaned back slightly, just looking at this little radish head who couldn't see it when he stood on tiptoe at the beginning, and still couldn't see it when he jumped up from the back. He was trying very hard to jump.

Seeing that his father did not stop him, Xie Shen suddenly felt something was wrong, a little afraid that what his father had on the table now was his homework a while ago.

Xie Hui, who had been ignoring the client before, took the initiative to talk to the client this time.

"Look, he's not as tall as the table now, how can you have the heart to let him start practicing calligraphy every day?"

The client was in the space before, seeing the tassels on his son's clothes dangling with his bouncing movements, he couldn't help but find it funny.

Hearing what the tasker said, the smile froze on the corner of his lips.

As an emperor, he naturally couldn't easily admit that he was wrong, but he began to reflect in his heart, could it be that he was really wrong?

"What do you want to see?"

Xie Hui picked him up and let him sit on his lap.

When Xie Shen was hugged by his father, he still didn't give up. He poked his head to look at the thing on the desk, and was sure it wasn't the homework that his husband had given to his father. He looked at his father and smiled.

Children's teeth are not neat, and when they smile, they squint their eyes, and their small white teeth look very interesting.

"My son just wanted to see what my father was looking at."

"Don't worry, it's not your homework."

The child's homework is indeed a bit bad, the handwriting is like chicken paw prints, and the client has punished him countless times for this matter.

Even when he grew up, Xie Shen was often reprimanded by the client because of his bad handwriting.

Xie Hui held his small hand in the palm of his hand, and gestured carefully. Some doubted whether such a small hand could hold the brush firmly.

Xie Shen was obviously also recalled by his father's action. Thinking of his father repeatedly scolding him for his ugly handwriting, he leaned his head against his father's arms, and said in a muffled voice after a long while:

"Father, my son will work hard to practice calligraphy when he returns..."

"My son must work hard to live up to my father's desire to invite famous teachers to teach my son."

Many of the child's actions are subconscious, maybe even he didn't realize it, when he was angry, depressed and wronged, Xie Shen unconsciously pursed his lips, as if he was disgusted with himself.

Thinking about it carefully, Xie Hui actually felt that his teacher was also inappropriate.

The client's mind was all about government affairs, and he loved the people more than his son, so he chose the child only thinking of giving him the best, but never thought about whether it was suitable.

The one who taught this child was the most famous poet in the world. A poet who is good at reciting poems may not be really good at teaching students.

"Why do you need a famous teacher?"

Xie Hui's words made the little prince raise his head subconsciously.

"hold head high?"

"I'll teach you."

While speaking, a **** came forward to prepare pens and inks, Xie Hui did not use the pen that the original owner was used to when reviewing memorials, but ordered someone to fetch a smaller pen.

Let Xie Shen hold the pen by himself, wrap his little hand in the palm of his hand, and patiently write his own name on the rice paper first.

"Wow, the characters of Fuhuang are beautifully written~"

After the last stroke was made, Xie Shen put the pen aside, couldn't help but started to applaud, the two little hands clapped together, and the crisp sound made Xie Hui's thin lips slightly hooked.

"Little sycophant, when it comes to writing, my father is far inferior to your wife."

When Xie Shen heard what his father said, he frowned in disapproval, and retorted softly:

"That's not true, the handwriting written by the father is the most beautiful."

Xie Hui didn't argue with him too much on this topic. After teaching him to write a few times, he let him do it by himself. He didn't reprimand him when he saw his crooked writing, but patiently taught him again.

I didn't expect that this kid couldn't teach him all the time. When Xie Hui held his hand, his writing was fine, but when he let go, every stroke was crooked and out of shape.

Later, Xie Hui saw the child put the pen aside, and it was obvious from the action that the pen was put down that he was a little unhappy.

Before Xie Hui had time to say anything, he saw him wipe his face with his small hands.

When he looked down, his clean eyes were already filled with tears, he sucked his nose, and said in embarrassment and aggrieved:

"Father... Is my son very useless? Father has taught my son so many times..."

Tears welled up while talking, Xie Shen wiped them with his hands.

Even the people who came back to Xie's teaching didn't dislike him at all, but Xie Shen, who was a student, started to dislike himself first.

For a moment, Xie Hui felt sorry for his sensible and well-behaved, but couldn't help feeling a little funny.

Especially when he saw Xie Shen wiping his tears, he accidentally wiped the ink on his face, the dark blob of ink on his porcelain white face made Xie Hui couldn't help laughing out loud.

"It's useless anywhere, little cat."