The little tiger held the pencil with its paws. It was quite long at first, but he slapped it a few times, and the length was about the size of his own palm.

Jiang Chenyu checked the homework and gave it to his son. One hundred yuan was also handed over to him.

Gu Xiaonuan asked softly, "Husband, are you going to let this brat go like this?"

Jiang Chenyu secretly glanced at his son, "The lesson doesn't lie in this moment, he gradually has his own thoughts and consciousness, he needs to be guided." He has already passed the age when the reason doesn't make sense and he can only rely on being beaten to teach him a lesson.

At night, Jiang Chenyu looked at the homework book and pencil ends thrown by the little guy, and said, "Xiao Nuan, stole his homework book and pencil."

Gu Xiaonuan: "..."

The next second, "Okay~" The mother immediately made a move and took away the son's notebook and pencil.

The next day, when the little guy was going to do homework assigned by his father, he was wearing pajamas, looked up and down, and pushed the stool to climb onto the table, and even lay down on the ground, looking in the gaps, including outdoors, he turned around. He scratched his head in bewilderment.

Back in the living room, he looked at his parents sitting on the sofa. Just now, the couple watched the kid look for his homework and read the whole process.

The little guy pursed his lips, and walked over with a guilty conscience, "Dad Mama~ Tiger's books and pencils are lost."

Gu Nuannuan was waiting for this sentence, she pretended to be a little white rabbit, "Why did you lose it?"

The little tiger shook his head cutely and softly, and he threw himself into his mother's arms, "Mom, Bao doesn't know either. It was on the table yesterday."

"Then you haven't packed it?"

The little tiger didn't speak, probably feeling guilty again, knowing that the homework book couldn't be found because he didn't collect it yesterday. Mom and Dad told him long ago that he had to put away his own things.

He buried his face in his mother's arms, unaware that the one who stole his homework was the one he was acting like a baby at the moment.

The couple secretly looked at each other, and Jiang Chenyu asked, "What if I can't find it?"

The little tiger looked at his father, he knew that his father bought him a lot, "I have it in my study."

"But you have to buy it."

Little tiger: "...but baby has no money."

Jiang Chenyu: "Then you don't need to study anymore. You don't even know the words, so don't go out in the future."

The little tiger stood up from his mother's arms, and he searched around again. He even ran out to look for it. Half an hour later, he came back, pursing his mouth.

Sitting on the sofa alone, depressed, his short legs barely touching the ground, thinking about where he threw his homework yesterday.

Xiao Longbao knew that his brother had lost something, so he ran around early in the morning to look for it. Even the four corners of the carpet at home were lifted by Xiao Longbao. pull out.

The whole family watched how Jiang Chenyu educated his son, only Xiao Qinglong was full of eyes only for his brother's good.

Suddenly, the little tiger slid down from the sofa and stood up, "Treasure wants to watch the surveillance!"

Suddenly, everyone in the Jiang family was stunned.

Even Jiang Chenyu didn't expect that this little brat would think of monitoring.

The little tiger happily ran to find the butler's grandfather, and held the butler's hand, "Grandpa butler, take the treasure to watch the surveillance, find books~"

The butler glanced at the couple. At this moment, Gu Xiaonuan said, "Our surveillance system is broken, and now it's gone."

Now, the little tiger was dumbfounded.

Why is it broken, why is it broken at this time?

He sat down on the sofa in frustration again, reviewing what happened yesterday.

Finally, with his mouth covered, he went upstairs feeling aggrieved, took out the 100-yuan bill he earned yesterday, went downstairs, and handed it to his father, "Dad, baby, I bought it with money."

"This hundred yuan can only buy one thing, a pen and a notebook, which one do you want?"

The little tiger clenched his fists, "Father is bad, buy two~"

Jiang Chenyu sat up, not softening his heart at all, "Father is a businessman, and a businessman sells goods based on his ability. This is a mutual voluntary matter, and of course you don't have to buy it."

If you don't buy it, the little tiger won't be able to do homework today. If you don't do your homework, you can't read. Parents say that you are a fool if you can't read.

If he didn't have the pencil and the book, he still wouldn't be able to write.

But now he can only buy one thing.

The little tiger is in the living room, clenching his fists, with a slightly fleshy face, and he is thinking distractedly.

Gu Xiaonuan observed the difficult-to-handle son, what kind of trick did this kid hold back?

In the early morning, when the little tiger lost his homework, everyone stopped to watch.

Mr. Jiang was going to watch the door for his eldest grandson, but he didn't go yet. Jiang Momo and Su Linyan were supposed to go to work, but now they are holding their son in their arms and they are watching Tiger Xunben's Diary.

Before Jiang Chenfeng left, Wei Aihua pulled him and winked at him, but Jiang Chenfeng also stopped.

At this moment, Jiang Chenyu didn't even know what method his son was going to use to deal with him... It was unreasonable, even, he was vaguely looking forward to what his son would do.

"Father, if Bao completes today's task, will you give Bao a hundred dollars?" The little tiger made up his mind until today.

Hearing this, Elder Jiang's eyes lit up.

It seemed that, except for Long Bao, everyone understood what Little Tiger meant.

Today's one hundred yuan, he didn't want it, and used it to buy pencils or homework books.

In Jiang Chenyu's eyes, he praised his son a lot, but he played the villain's role to the fullest, "I don't agree."

Gu Xiaonuan felt that her husband was going too far, and he ordered her to steal his son's notebook yesterday.

This is at Jiang's house, the little guy's small money is in the piggy bank of the Yenan villa, and the pocket money in the child's hand is pitifully small.

"In case you fail to complete the task, I have the right not to give you pocket money."

The little tiger promised his father that he would finish it well.

But Jiang Chenyu said: "Guarantee is the least credible. Tiger, you have to think that Dad is a businessman who cares about profits and guarantees!"

"Dad, you wait."

He ran to Gu Xiaonuan and asked, "Mom, where is the little money Zai Zai saved with you?"

"What small money... oh, oh, you're talking about the money you didn't spend when you took Yuanyuan out." Gu Nuannuan hurriedly found it out, and gave it to her son for a sporadic 94 yuan.

The little tiger gave it to his father, "Dad, this is a guarantee, okay?"

"The money is not enough, it's still 6 yuan short."

The little tiger frowned, and Elder Jiang couldn't stand it anymore, "It's almost done, Chen Yu, you,"

Jiang Chenyu reached out to stop his father, he educated his son, he didn't want the old man to spoil him. Blindly pampering, no one knows where the potential of the little tiger lies.

Just like this time, Jiang Chenyu wanted to force his son to the point where he was powerless, to see what surprises he could give himself.

The little tiger scratched the side of his leg with his small hand, looked at the scattered money, and then at his father, "Dad, can Bao lend you money?"

Gu Xiaonuan sat up immediately, cleared her throat, "Honey, he's too young!" Gu Xiaonuan didn't want to let his son know about borrowing money at such a young age, for fear that he would grow crooked in the future.

Jiang Chenyu and his son's eyes met, one was as deep as a secluded lake, and the other was as clear as a stream.