Although they have no blood relationship, Su Wenwen has long regarded this obedient and sensible little girl as her daughter after living together for so many years.

Seeing her making things difficult for her, she felt very distressed.

He Wentao smiled: "Actually, it is normal and a good thing for a child to have his own goals. He is willing to work hard for his own goals. This is great. You should encourage her appropriately."

"Are you all the same as you, have you become a workaholic?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tingting came in from outside.

The pace was as if there was something urgent: "Dad, mom!"

Su Wenwen quickly came out of He Wentao's arms: "What's wrong with baby?"

"My parents, come and see, I want to participate in this art exhibition." Tingting held an registration form in her hand.

This is a primary and secondary school student art exhibition competition held by the Cultural Palace. Although it is only a municipal competition, strictly counting this should be Tingting's first art exhibition.

Looking at the invitation letter and registration form, Su Wenwen immediately became excited: "Baby, you are only in the third grade, so you can hold your own art exhibition?"

"This is not my personal art exhibition, it was shared by everyone. However, the champion has a personal art exhibition. Parents, can I participate in this?" Tingting's face was full of expectations.

Her academic performance is very average, and she usually spends most of her energy on painting.

In other words, her own parents are relatively open-minded. If she meets those more extreme parents, she will probably have a big fuss.

Tingting is also guilty of this kind of activity that is exhausting and has no help to her academic performance.

"Go, why not? My baby is so well drawn, of course I need to have an exhibition!"

“Yes, I support it too.”

Su Wenwen and He Wentao have firmly consistent attitudes.

Seeing her parents supporting her small career so much, Tingting immediately jumped up excitedly and hugged He Wentao: "Dad, I love you so much, mom, you are so nice to me, you are definitely the best parents in the world!"

"Come on, mom will choose with you. In fact, you usually draw very well and don't need to prepare it specifically."

"I still have to prepare a work that is subject to the topic. Mom, I plan to draw Chinese paintings, but I don't have much paint anymore. Can we buy it together on weekends?"

Tingting has been learning Chinese painting with the old man since she was a child.

This time, she also wants to use her strengths to let everyone feel the charm of Chinese painting.

After hearing this, He Wentao immediately took this matter on himself: "I will buy it for you tomorrow, just give me the list."

"Thank you dad!" Tingting looked at He Wentao with a smile.

My eyes rolled: "Next Monday, my sister and I will go to the piano exam. My sister has been too busy studying recently and has to take time to practice the piano. I am so tired. Mom, why don't you make some delicious food for my sister?"

As he said that, Tingting pulled Su Wenwen into the kitchen.

This is obviously a little secret to tell my mother alone!

He Wentao looked at them like this and stood alone, feeling pitiful, as if they were abandoned large dogs, looking at it so desolate.

After entering the kitchen, Su Wenwen was helpless: "Baby, just say anything, why are you still secretly?"

"Mom, do you have to take the key high school and get the first-place scholarship?" Although Tingting is only in the third grade, she is already very sensible.

After hearing this, Su Wenwen smiled gently: "No."

"I saw my sister cried twice. Mom, don't put too much pressure on my sister, okay? I think my sister is really excellent." Tingting looked at her mother seriously.

Su Wenwen nodded gently, she touched Tingting's head and said gently: "First of all, you can feel your sister's sadness. Mom is really relieved. At least it can prove that my child is a very smart and kind child, but you have to trust your sister and parents, okay?"

"Okay." Tingting said, and opened the refrigerator and started rummaging on the ingredients: "I want to make rib soup for my sister."

At 9:30 in the evening, Xiaoyu came back exhausted.

He Wentao and Su Wenwen sat on the sofa. When they saw her entering the door, they looked at the clock on the wall.

It's already 9:30.

Xiaoyu was also a little surprised: "Mom and Dad, why haven't you rested yet?"

"Xiaoyu, come here, my parents have something to say to you." He Wentao waved to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu walked over and sat there tiredly, putting her schoolbag on the table beside her: "Mom and Dad, what's wrong?"

"Why are you coming back so late every day during this period? It's so dangerous." He Wentao looked at Xiaoyu with concern.

Su Wenwen handed over a glass of milk: "You always eat lunch and dinner outside. What should you do if you have time?"

"The high school entrance exam is about to be in. I want to take the key high school, so I have to work harder." Xiaoyu took a sip of milk and looked at them with a smile: "Don't worry, mom and dad, I'm in good health, I'm fine."

Looking at the child like this, He Wentao thought for a while and then whispered: "Actually, it is good for you to study hard. You have your own goals, and it is good for you to fight for your goals. But parents still have to tell you that you are our daughter. No matter whether you study well or not, whether you go to a key high school or not, whether you have received a scholarship, we all love you, so you must pay attention to your health and do what you can, do, do you know?"

Listening to these words, Xiaoyu's heart was also warm.

"Don't worry, mom and dad, I will really take good care of myself. Full scholarship is my dream, so I must!"

Looking at the little girl's determination to clench her fists, He Wentao nodded with satisfaction.

"Dare to fight and fight, I am worthy of being my daughter He Wentao!"

Su Wenwen rolled her eyes directly and said angrily: "You didn't say that before. Why did you change your mind in front of the child?"

"Okay, stop talking, Xiaoyu quickly drank the milk and went to bed." He Wentao waved his hand and looked at Xiaoyu with a smile.

Xiaoyu drank the milk obediently and turned around and walked upstairs.

He Wentao took a breath: "It's too unsafe if this child is so late every day. Why not do this? Let the driver at home pick him up and drop him off every day. During lunch and dinner, let the aunt prepare it and deliver it to him. In this way, nutrition and safety are guaranteed. Is it OK?"

hehe.
Chapter completed!