“You know what happened in the past two days.”
Han Qingsong, “What’s the matter?”
Lin Lan’s facial expressions became a bit unnatural. You don’t know? If you don’t know then there’s no point in talking, sigh.
“It’s okay, it’s nothing.”
Han Qingsong, “Oh, you mean that kid, Sanwang?”
Lin Lan smiled, her cheeks slightly reddening.
Han Qingsong looked at her and nodded, “I’ll beat him up afterwards.”
Lin Lan, “…No, I’m not asking you to beat the child.”
Forget it, if it was a teacher, a doctor, or a public security officer, she could tell the story without any fuss. She could even write out five lists of instructions for them to take the next action clearly.
But the person in front of her was Han Qingsong, which was why it made it hard for her to speak after knowing that the two of them have been physically close before.
Although she automatically accepted the role of a mother, she had yet to enter the stage of a wife who could speak freely and limitlessly in front of her husband without feeling some embarrassment.
To be precise, she was now in the early stages of affection, liking and ambiguity.
So, she was still a bit shy when approaching certain topics.
Han Qingsong didn’t understand what she meant and looked at her suspiciously.
He already had a naturally serious expression, but he became more focused when he was in doubt. His dark eyes especially, were deep and his expression was even more solemn.
Lin Lan looked at him, thinking that he gave off a handsome yet abstinent aura and sighed. It wasn’t good for their business talk, so she decided that she might as well just deal with things on her own.
Although Lin Lan didn’t make it clear, Han Qingsong guessed that Lin Lan probably didn’t want him to use physical methods to discipline the children.
However, he felt that the bratty child didn’t have good behavior, so how could he not hit him? But since Lin Lan didn’t allow him to do so, he guessed that Sanwang hadn’t been beaten much as a child, so he relented and spoke with Han Qingping.
To have the Director himself personally stop by, Han Qingsong didn’t need to say much. The people in question were ready to wrack their own minds to come up with ways to help Director Han.
He merely mentioned about the bratty child Sanwang and Han Qingping seemed to understand what was going on, “Don’t worry, Qingsong, I will educate the child.”
Director Han nodded, “Teacher, I will leave the child to you. If he doesn’t obey, go ahead and beat him up.”
Han Qingping promised with a smile— Director Han truly commanded an aura that was quite majestic and he had the demeanor of a general!
Han Qingsong didn’t elaborate any further as Han Qingping understood the meaning. He would then put the naughty kids together in a line and harshly give them a good scolding.
“How vulgar; are you all even students? You piss around the walls all day long and compare your sizes? If I ever hear any mentions about these sorts of things, you’re going to copy the textbook ten times and recite all the texts! If you can’t memorize them, I’ll give you a caning for every word you miss!”
Han Qingping was usually very gentle in his daily life. But when he got angry in class, even he was afraid of himself.
In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived.
Han Qingsong went to the Commune in the morning to receive some Mid-Autumn Festival bonuses.
Organizations and national business units have all kinds of holiday benefits at this time.
According to his rank, Han Qingsong was distributed 2 catties of white sugar, 2 catties of candied dates, 5 catties of apples, 2 catties of moon cakes, 10 catties of white flour and 2 catties of oil.