Chapter 40

"The young master has been waiting for his wife in the study for three hours. If she doesn't go there again, she will be subject to family law."

The housekeeper had to come up with this to "intimidate", which is also a panacea.

The man on the bed sat up fiercely, shook his head left and right, looked at the housekeeper, and gradually became conscious.

It seems that she was asked to go to her study in the morning.

It's over!

Regardless of the housekeeper's absence, song Yarong jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom to wash.

In less than two minutes, song Yarong stood in front of the housekeeper, showing a reluctant smile, pointing to the door, "housekeeper, lead the way."

The speed of song Yarong's arrangement is amazing.

The housekeeper nodded dully and took the lead to leave the room. On the corridor, he turned left and right and passed many doors before reaching Jin Beihan's study.

The housekeeper took her to the door and left.

Song Yarong stood at the door and hesitated.

It's been such a long time. Will Jin Beihan really punish her with the family rules of the housekeeper? Forget it, if she dies sooner or later, it's death. Now it's the same as going in. It's family rules. At most, it's a matter of lying in bed for a few days.

She imagined that Jin Beihan was beating her with a whip, one whip after another, with a cruel smile.

He took a deep breath, knocked on the door, opened the door, went in, and stood at Jin Beihan's desk with his head down.

The man is looking at the computer, slender fingers, beating on the keyboard, looking very eye-catching.

Song Yarong grabs her hand. Although her hand is also very slim and beautiful, compared with him, she finds it hard to speak.

"Come on, go and sit down at the small table first."

Looking around, there is a small desk with the same material as the man's computer desk on the opposite side. After sitting down, song Yarong's head suddenly grows big.

Jin Beihan was going to teach himself. He raised his eyes just to deal with the man's sight. He quickly lowered his head and turned the book.

Fortunately, he didn't punish her. It seems that Jin Beihan is not as terrible as they said.

Write is freshman's mathematics and chemistry, but inside the knowledge, she felt that almost to senior, she looked like to sleep ah, how to do, online and so on!

"How did you see it?" The voice floated gently into the woman's ears.

"I'm... OK." She subconsciously surprised, stuttered back, head down, red face hot.

The man didn't respond. He pulled a chair and sat opposite song Yarong. With a cold face and a king's demeanor, he took the book in her hand and turned several pages in succession.

Now, song Yarong feels more and more that Jin Beihan wants to fight in person, and her ability has not yet reached the point where Jin Beihan needs to play.

"That... You teach me next?"

Song Yarong's tentative eyes stare at his expressionless face.

"Your questions are of no use to me. There are no answers." Turning over the book, pointing to a question, "junior high school knowledge, three minutes, timing."

Without waiting for song Yarong to refuse, the man got up and walked away with his slender legs. He moved fluently with wind and water. There was no such action as muddling with water.

overbearing! Song Yarong scolded in her heart, holding a pen in distress, gritting her teeth and drilling Jin Beihan's junior high school knowledge.

Three minutes later, the man stood at the table, just as he had before he left. The book was still white. Song Yarong didn't know how to get into university.

Song Yarong looked down at the problem and tried hard to figure out how to figure out the number and how to solve it.

Between lightning and flint, I finally came up with a complete formula in my head. I started to brush it twice, and the formula fell down. I was extremely excited, as if I had accomplished a great achievement.

Before writing, the slender hand pointed to the formula she had just written, "power, wattage? This is a math problem

I was not happy enough, so I poured a basin of cool water on Song Yarong, which was cool from the inside to the outside.

Then, the slender hand, pointing to the number in the title, motioned for a while, then pointed to another hint and drew the key point.

"Yes, I know, I know." Suddenly suddenly, I reached out and pushed the hand away, busily writing down the lines of numbers on the paper.

At the last step, song Yarong was stunned.

Some guilty look up, eyes flickering, blinking at the man, haha, a smile.The man seconds understand, took a side of the paper, grabbed the pen in her hand, quickly wrote down a series of formulas, moved in front of song Yarong.

Song Yarong doodles. She has no memory of this thing. Or when the teacher said it, she didn't listen at all, which led to her no impression.

The expression on his face changes, and each expression is very tangled. This time, Jin Beihan no longer prompts. It's all up to song Yarong to think about it.

She looked at the formula, constantly changing set in, but could not get the number she wanted, just a little thought in her mind, was interrupted by a knock on the door.

The housekeeper stood at the door. "Master watch is coming. Do you want to receive him?"

"Let him in."

Jin Beihan pointed to the formula, serious, and didn't turn his head to the door.

It's hard for song Yarong. He was scared away by the knock on the door when he just got inspiration. I don't know if inspiration is very important. I can't stand it.

Song Yarong had to continue to study hard, looking at the formula, and constantly holding a number to set inside, the result is still no solution, after trying several times, his head is looming, and he is about to jump out of a calculation method.

"Bang!" There was another loud opening of the door.

The thought that just thought of was scared to death by this sound. Looking at it angrily, it was Xi Yang, Jin Beihan's nephew.

Staring at the visitor with indignant face, holding a pen can poke a hole, gnash his teeth, "what do you want to do, I don't know I'm busy!"

Then song Yarong quickly covers her mouth. In front of Jin Beihan's face, she boldly scolds his nephew. She really thinks that her life is too long.

Both men are confused by song Yarong's words. Jin Beihan responds quickly and points the title on the book.

Song Yarong's life doesn't play a big role in Xiyang. He still comes to her with a smile and looks at what she is doing.

"Just think of numbers as letters. You don't need quality."

Xiyang blurted out a few words, which made song Yarong think hard for a long time.

The woman quickly patted her forehead. How could she be so stupid, so simple, and so difficult to think.

The pen turns quickly under song Yarong's hands, counting a few lines in twos and threes, and a question is finished.

Song Yarong subconsciously looked up at Jin Beihan, who was looking for credit.