Super twins: Daddy chase my mommy

Chapter 5 The Little Boy Who Draws
Fortunately, Xia Yanyou didn't express any opinion on the house. He just returned to China, and he was very curious about everything in the country, and he was in a state of high excitement.

"Wow, mom, look, there are yellow people like us everywhere!"

"Whoa, Mom, what flower do you think it is? I haven't even seen it in London!"

"Wow! Wow! It's so bustling here, as bustling as Fifth Avenue!"

"..."

Xia Yanyou has never stopped talking since getting off the plane. Xia Bing patiently explained the cultural environment here to him at first, but then he simply ignored him and packed his things on his own. will be attracted to other things.

Dinner is a semi-finished dish that I bought casually in the supermarket on the ground floor of the apartment. When I come back, I can eat it simply by making it. Xia Yanyou doesn't pick and choose. He eats whatever his mother does.

At the dinner table, Xia Bing said: "Your kindergarten mother has already contacted you in advance, and will take you to sign up for kindergarten tomorrow."

"Ah? So fast!" Xia Yanyou's small face was wrinkled, "Don't you want to play around first? I don't know anything about this place."

"Mom signed up for the National Costume Competition, and will be busy with the competition."

"Huh?" Xia Yanyou became even more listless.

"After my mother becomes famous and opens her own studio, I will take you out to play. At that time, you can choose from amusement parks, aquariums, and zoos."

Xia Yanyou's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

"But you have to be obedient and obedient in kindergarten, you know, many rules in China and London are different, don't mess around."

"Yeah, I know." Xia Yanyou nodded obediently.

In the early morning of the next day, the clouds were surging, and the morning sun, surrounded by the soft morning wind, sprinkled finely on the earth.

Xia Bing took Xia Yanyou with him and showed up at the nearest kindergarten as scheduled.

"Oh my God! This kid is too cute!"

The kindergarten principal exclaimed when he saw Xia Yanyou for the first time!
The round eyes are black and bright like obsidian, the eyelashes are naturally curled, thick and long, the small face is round, the chin is slightly pointed, the facial features are small and delicate, there is no fault at all.

She has taught kindergarten for decades, and she has never seen such a cute child, her heart almost melts!
Xia Bing smiled, lowered her head and patted Xia Yanyou's head, then raised her eyes and said to the principal, "This is the first time this child has returned to China. If there is something he is not used to, I hope the principal will take care of him."

"No problem!" The principal answered very readily, with a pair of cloudy eyes staring straight at Xia Yanyou, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

The enrollment procedure was very fast. After Xia Yanyou said goodbye to his mother obediently, he turned around and joined the class to mingle with his friends.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly. In Rongxin Building, Qin Chao handed over a stack of documents to Sang Shijun: "This is Miss Xia's home address, Sunshine Kindergarten. It's the kindergarten that Miss Xia's son goes to. It just started this morning. formalities."

Sang Shijun nodded lightly, with unclear emotions in his eyes: "Let it go."

Qin Chao nodded, put down the materials and turned to go out.

Sang Shijun picked up the document and glanced at it, then put the document into the shredder blankly.

The setting sun is setting, and a large piece of sunset glow dyes the sky, like a broken palette.

In the quiet Xishan Villa, as soon as Sang Shijun entered the room, he saw Sang Yuxin who was painting in the living room.

The little man's face was cold and cold, with exquisite and delicate features. When he lowered his eyes to draw, his curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, thick and slender, like butterfly wings.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Sang Yuxin ignored it and was still addicted to painting.

In the deserted big villa, it was so quiet that only the soft rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the paper could be heard.

(End of this chapter)