Chapter 334

In this room, Ming Yao finished his breakfast happily, and then sadly saw a note on the table. The words on it were askew, saying: mummy, clean up, room.

Ming Yao is lucky to think that his son's room should not be too messy. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opens the door, his eyes are all in a mess. His homework and toys are scattered everywhere.

Ming Yao's face was shallow, and her smile was completely frozen on her cheek. She stayed by the door for a long time, and took a deep breath before she died. He raised his hand, rubbed the corner of his stiff mouth, turned back and sighed. Then he gathered the long black hair on his shoulders and tied it into a horsetail.

"Ah, the child It's really... " Mingyao's white face has some fine beads of sweat. She slightly twists her eyebrows, bends down to pick up her son's homework, shakes it, and then arranges it and puts it on the table. Then she bends down to pick up his son's pile of toys.

"Kindergarten repeats, what's the matter? Oh, I'm so worried! What a headache

Therefore, from time to time in the room of Baicheng came a few sighs of bitterness.

After finishing everything, Ming Yao was tired and limp on the sofa, constantly wiping sweat. His white and delicate cheeks showed a few threads of beautiful light crimson, and his lips were slightly pursed.

"Oh, my God!" Ming Yao then raised his eyes to see the clock, surprised, stroked his forehead, Ming Yao face shocked tunnel, "twelve o'clock?"

It seemed that he was hungry when he thought about it. Ming Yao turned his lips and said, "what is it?"

However, Ming Yao suspected that he was sweating and smelly, so he jumped up and took a bath in the bathroom.

After the bath, Ming Yao came out with a towel to wipe her hair. It may be because of the steam. After she opened the door, some dense fog came out of the bathroom behind her, which made her face blush.

"It's so hot!" Ming Yao turned his lips again, went to the sofa and sat down. Suddenly, he saw a missed call on his mobile phone. He picked up his mobile phone with some doubts and found it was a kindergarten teacher.

Don't you want to call parents again?

Ming Yao felt a little desperate to dial back the number, whispered: "Hello, teacher, what's the matter?" My heart is praying, don't make trouble, don't make trouble.

But as soon as the teacher came, the first sentence poured a pot of cold water on her, and she even shivered: "mother Baicheng? Hello, it's like this. Your son is fighting with other children in the kindergarten. Do you think you can come here? "

"Ah, yes, I'll be right there." Ming Yao covered his face with grief and indignation. He quickly changed his clothes and went to the kindergarten wearing wet hair.

Before he got to the door, his son's extremely sharp voice had entered Ming Yao's ears. Ming Yao shook his head helplessly and went in.

In that room, our white, fat and pink baby of Baicheng has been pretending to be weak in front of the teacher for a long time. When she saw her mummy coming, she wanted to give full play to it. She cried even louder. After crying, she blinked her red eyes, pursed her mouth and looked at the teacher and Mingyao with tears in her eyes. Her voice was soft Nuo Nuo: "woo, teacher, Mommy, I didn't mean to Woo, yes, he robbed my ribs first! Wu... "

Ming Yao looked at his body white and tender, without any trace of fighting. He reluctantly stepped forward, hugged his son, frowned and said, "isn't it a sparerib? It's OK to give it to other children. Good boy, how can we fight? "

Bai Cheng bao'er was even more aggrieved when she heard that. She turned her lips and almost cried again. However, she clenched her little fist and didn't let herself cry. She grabbed mommy and said: "yes, obviously, it's him who still has ribs in the bowl. Why do you want to rob me?"

Mingyao was silent, and she didn't know how to answer. She couldn't answer her son. Did people like him? The son is sure to take it back, and he still takes one piece every day.

The teacher chuckled: "the boy in Baicheng, smart is smart..."

"Wow! Mommy and the teacher don't like me anymore! Whoa, whoa Bai Cheng bao'er grabs mommy's clothes, puts her crying red face in front of her face, stares and blinks. Bai Cheng is pathetic and tearful.

Ming Yao looked at his baby's wronged appearance, but he couldn't give up his heart any more. He slowly softened his eyebrows and said in a soft voice, "dear, let's go home."

Then he turned around with Baicheng in his arms, and did not forget to smile apologetically to the teacher. Mingyao was quite helpless, and his voice was as weak as possible with a little apology: "teacher, I'm sorry, Baicheng has some skin, which has caused you a lot of trouble."

The teacher waved his hand in a hurry: "no, the boy in Baicheng is very good..."

Before he finished, he stopped and laughed awkwardly.

Ming Yao also smiles, hugs the child in his hand, smiles slightly and says in a soft voice: "that teacher, I'll take Baicheng first."

"Ah, well, good." The teacher nodded his head in a hurry, and still had several heads. He rushed to send away the living treasure of Baicheng like the God of pestilence. After that, he was relieved, wiped the sweat on his face, "ah", and thought helplessly and unhappily: every time Baicheng got into trouble, she felt that she would lose ten years of life.Here, Ming Yao took his son back home. Just after entering the house, before he could catch him and ask him what happened today, his son, who was extremely smart, had already run back to his room with four fat legs.

"Ah, the child..." Ming Yao shook his head speechless, and his eyebrows and eyes were soft and moist.

Before he sat down, the door of Baicheng's room was opened again. Baicheng opened his chubby legs again and ran to give Mingyao a note.

Ming Yao took a look, immediately choked speechless.

What is this?

Review?

But who has ever seen a review written in such a crooked way?

Too casual, son.

"Mommy..." Baicheng called her in a soft voice. Her voice was so tender that she almost choked out of water. She raised a tone. Her voice became a little sweet and greasy, and her last voice lengthened and spoiled her.

Ming Yao turned his head and looked at the sofa. He raised his head and looked at her son with big, round and watery eyes?

Ming Yao seriously touched his son's head, sighed, and then began to review himself.

Isn't it? It's just a little naive, isn't it?