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Chapter 32: Let that Mo Xiaoran go away
A little boy, about five or six years old, wearing a blue plaid school uniform with a white background and carrying an old Mickey Mouse school bag stood in front of the bed. His hair was thin and yellow, and his big eyes flickered.

Seeing Si Yantang's confused face, Chengcheng took a step back and looked at him timidly.

Mo Xiaoran couldn't help but laugh: "Yantang, are you feeling better?"

"Chengcheng, I didn't have parents when I was a child. I am very envious of other classmates."

The last few times Han Cunxiao accompanied Mo Xiaoran to the hospital to see him. He felt that Han Cunxiao was kind to him and wanted to call him daddy, but Han Cunxiao was too serious and he didn't dare.

Chengcheng explained seriously: "My classmates said that parents and babies will always be together."

He is lonely every day, going to school alone, going home alone, and doing homework alone. Other children are always accompanied by their parents when they go home.

He only has grandma. But grandma has no time to accompany him. Grandma picks up garbage in every corner of the city to make money to support the family. I often don't go back until late at night. Sometimes, Chengcheng would sit at the door of the short rental house, waiting for her grandma until very late.

Si Yantang was a little resistant. He hadn't been in love yet. I can't accept the sudden appearance of such an eldest son.

He was embarrassed and did not respond to Chengcheng. The smile that appeared on Chengcheng's little face slowly disappeared. He grabbed Mo Xiaoran's clothes and hid behind her.

This man seemed unfriendly to him.

"Auntie, mom, let's go." Chengcheng's little feet moved outward.

"Chengcheng, Uncle Yantang, he's a bit shy. He turned out to be a teacher, and the classmates liked him." Mo Xiaoran looked at Si Yantang in a funny way. I have never heard of him being in love since I met him.

Chengcheng secretly glanced at Si Yantang, with a smile on his face. Looks gentle and friendly.

He stood forward again. Still squeezed Mo Xiaoran's hand.

"You can call him brother." Mo Xiaoran opened the nutritious fish soup bought for Siyantang.

"Okay, aunt and mom." Chengcheng nodded sensibly.

Siyantang quit working. Chengcheng calls him brother and her aunt?

He was forced to be a generation younger.

"Chengcheng, call me teacher dad, and I will teach you English." Si Yantang didn't want to suffer a disadvantage, so he called himself teacher dad.

"Thank you, teacher and dad." Chengcheng smiled happily. Teacher Si taught him that he must stay together every day so that he would not be alone in the future.

While Si Yantang drank fish soup, he stared at Mo Xiaoran in confusion. How can we help these children?
Chengcheng, Xiaodouzi...

I remember when she was in college, she once said that she didn't want to be a foreign language teacher at all. Because facing a large group of children every day, my head is getting big.

Maybe she's pregnant?

Si Yantang drank the soup happily. It was the best soup he had ever tasted. He needs to get better soon.

During this period, the company's performance was not very good because of Si Yantang.

Fans left messages asking, why is Si Yantang not on air? Si Yantang left a message and replied, and three days later, he partied all night with his fans.

Mo Xiaoran sent Chengcheng back to the rental house. It was a rough room without a decent bed. Collected discarded wood, paper, and plastic filled the room. In a small space of less than one square meter near the door, there is a set of small plastic tables and stools. It can be regarded as a place for Chengcheng to learn. No matter how hard or tired a grandma is, she still has to find a way to get her children to study. This is the persistence of an octogenarian.

Her nose felt sore.

This was very similar to the rental house in her previous life. It's cold in winter and hot in summer, and mosquitoes are everywhere.

As soon as Chengcheng came back, she put her schoolbag on the small table, neatly arranged the pieces of paper and mineral water bottles at the door, and tied them together skillfully with ropes. Not like a 6 year old at all.

Chengcheng is too sensible.

Grandma said that the orange ones were picked from the trash can.

Why should parents give up such a good child?
Too many people in this world live like ants.

The children she meets can be like ants, but they must be as beautiful as gods.

Mo Xiaoran helped Chengcheng pack paper wrappers.

She has a noble and beautiful appearance and does not mind the mess here at all. Chengcheng likes it from the bottom of his heart.

"Xiaoran, you can't do it, you can't do it!" Grandma bent over, carrying a basket of cardboard boxes on her back. I hurried into the yard. I was lucky today. I picked up a lot of paper shells not far from home.

"Auntie, you're back." Mo Xiaoran helped her take the basket on her back.

"Auntie, would you like to move to a place closer to the school? I'll rent a house for you." Mo Xiaoran looked around, seeing that this place was already very remote. Fortunately, Chengcheng walked so far alone and had to take a bus to get to school.

"Thank you."

Grandma is in her early seventies. His body is pretty strong. Wearing a gray cloth shirt all year round, under gray hair, there is a pair of clear and determined eyes. She had a very grateful look on her face.

"No, living here is quite good." Grandma refused: "I hope Chengcheng can study hard and climb out of this garbage heap with her own efforts."

What grandma said moved Mo Xiaoran's heart.

Perhaps one person can provide some help to another person.

But to change your life, you have to rely on your own efforts.

Mo Xiaoran temporarily gave up the idea of ​​renting a house for them.

Early the next morning, Mo Xiaoran suddenly received a call from Chen Jixian, a college counselor. She and Han Cunxiao took an hour's leave. Rush over.

In an office at Haishi University of Foreign Studies, Han Nanshan had a lively conversation with several people. As early as thirty years ago, he donated a teaching building, Nanshan Building, to the school. At that time, Vice Principal Lin Dong received him.

I revisited my old place today and was filled with emotions. He suddenly asked: "Are there any particularly outstanding students in the school? English is the most basic, and Spanish and Hebrew are also required. And it is not just a little bit, the requirement must be very proficient."

There are so many people looking for people who can speak foreign languages ​​in the School of Foreign Languages ​​that they can be found everywhere.

But it would be too difficult to know these languages ​​at the same time. For such a big college, they certainly won't admit that they don't have such outstanding students.

"Mr. Han, let me recommend a student to you. This student won scholarships every year during his schooling. He also received the Crown Prince of Spain. At the same time, he also received a business delegation from the Middle East, and the whole process was in Hebrew. They gave Highly rated.”

Lin Dong was full of confidence: "This classmate is so outstanding and has received offers from many large multinational companies."

"I can't wait to meet her. As long as she is willing to work in my company, her salary will be whatever she wants!"

Han Nanshan was so happy. Came to visit an old friend and settle a matter on my mind.

That little secretary Han Cunxiao actually wanted to fight with a veteran like him. Too childish.

Today, no matter what, we must bring this outstanding person back to the Han Group.

Let that Mo Xiaoran get out of here
(End of this chapter)