"Which Meng Shilei, can you write your own name? I have pen and paper here, so you can write it for my uncle." Director Feng took out a pen and a small notebook from his cotton jacket's pocket, and opened the blank paper to write to the child.

Leilei then lay on the stone stool, took the ballpoint pen given by his uncle, and drew his name on the paper.

"Who taught you to write your own name? Your mother?" Director Feng asked squatted beside the child.

"My little aunt." Leilei replied.

"It wasn't your parents who taught you?" Director Feng was surprised by Wazi's answer.

Of course it was not taught by my parents. My parents were very busy with work and had no time to teach Leilei. My aunt taught him to write, and my fourth uncle taught him to calculate.

"What did your second uncle teach you?" After hearing what the child said, Director Feng was naturally curious about what Meng Chenyi would teach the little kid.

Meng Chenyi stood beside him and looked at the child with a quiet smile, as if the child was smiling and would never disappear from his face.

Leilei didn't have to look at his second uncle's face and answered directly, because the young master was an honest child who would not lie, and said with his little mouth: "Uncle II taught me to play."

Director Feng was stunned for a moment, and pointed his hand at Meng Chenyi in surprise and said and laughed: "You are there."

"Director Feng." Meng Chenyi quietly put away his smile and reported to the leader in a formal tone, "I wanted to visit you last time, but I heard that you have gone out, Director."

"Yes. I happened to have a meeting during the Chinese New Year and went on a business trip." Director Feng said, "I heard you were back when I came back, but I was afraid that you had already left back to the UK. You haven't left yet."

He was going to leave, but because he wanted to see Commander Hou and the others, he stayed for a few more days.

It was seen that Meng Chenyi stayed because of his own personal problems, so Director Feng did not continue to ask him.

"Let's go and have some hot water in my office. The weather has not warmed up yet, it's cold. Don't walk outside for too long. It's not good to have a cold." Director Feng asked them to go to their office to have fun.

Leilei returned his written name and his uncle's paper and pen to his uncle.

Director Feng couldn't help laughing at the words he was painting. Although he said that this child was a genius, he was really a genius. His writing was a bit like a ghost drawing talisman.

Leilei didn't think what he wrote was abnormal, because every time he finished writing, his aunt would praise him: The words written by Leilei are the best!

Director Feng discovered that the kid was waiting for him to speak with his little head on his back. After all, he was just a kid, simple and cute. The more he couldn't help but liked him, he praised: "Okay, okay, it's so good."

Uncle praised him. Leilei's little face was flushed with joy.

"Let him sit behind my bicycle. It's a little far from my office. Thank you for your hard work." Director Feng patted the back seat of his bicycle and said to Meng Chenyi.

Meng Chenyi picked up his nephew and put it on the back seat of the bicycle, and reminded the child: "Leilee, be careful not to put your feet into the wheels."

Leilei nodded and expressed his understanding that he had ridden his mother's bicycle and was not afraid.

Meng Chenyi pushed the bicycle instead of Director Feng. The three of them went all the way to the school's Computer Research Institute, where Director Feng was the director of the laboratory.

"I heard that another student of Teacher Ning is in the United States. What is it called? It was originally a student of No. 4 Middle School." Director Feng asked.

"His name is Cao Ximin." Meng Chenyi said.

"Have you met him?"
Chapter completed!