Billionaire's Secret Lover

Seeing ling'er pointing to the painting in the corner, Dean Mai frowned unconsciously.

The picture shows a crying girl with a withered flower in her hand, while the dark cloud above her head is raining.

Although ling'er is not a psychologist, she has never been in touch with a child's inner world.

However, from the surface of this painting alone, she seems to be able to guess that the children who painted that painting must be in a very bad mood at that time.

President Mai sighed a little. The sadness in his eyes was easily noticed by others.

"Although we were in the noble kindergarten, the family conditions of the children who could come here to study were relatively superior."

"However, you should also understand that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, the less the company of parents in such a family."

"For children, company is more important than everything. What they care about is not how much pocket money they are given."

Ling'er nods and doesn't speak, because she really doesn't know how to respond to this topic.

Dean Mai looked at her and continued with a smile.

"At that time, several of our teachers were surprised to see the apricot painting in the small class like this."

"Later I went to see her and talked with her alone, only to know that her parents were seldom with her."

"Although the nanny is very kind to her, she is still scared when she goes to bed alone at night."

"I really want my parents to accompany her and say good night to her every night."

Speaking of this, the dean's eyes are gradually moistening.

"No matter how good other people are, no one can replace her parents in her heart."

Parents can't take the place of The last words of the Dean hurt ling'er's heart.

She bit her lower lip hard, but she didn't know what to say.

Why is there such a big difference between the attitudes of her parents towards her and her two brothers since she can remember?

Is it because she's a girl, brother, they're boys?

If ling'er doesn't know, the subtle change on her face just now is clearly seen by long Chuhan.

"Later, I sent the video of chatting with xing'er to her parents and brought them to see the painting painted by xing'er."

"I don't know how they will communicate with xing'er, and I don't know what solution they have used."

"However, I believe that after this event, xing'er's parents will realize what their problem is."

"In the future, I will think of a good way to make up for the regret caused to apricot."

"Dean, don't think so much. You've done a good job. Parents will understand."

President Mai nodded with a smile: "no, let's go in and have a talk."

Ling'er looks up at the Dragon Chuhan standing beside him, and the two of them catch up slowly.

"Mr. long, ling'er, I'm sorry. Now the children are resting. I won't take you to the rest room."

"Don't worry, the photos of every classroom and lounge are printed out, right in my office."

President Mai explained patiently as he walked forward.

As soon as the voice dropped, President Mai's office had arrived.

Push the door open, three people to sit inside, outside the door came a young female teacher about twenty-one or two years old.

"Dean, Mr. long, tea, please."

Put three cups of warm tea in front of them. The female teacher has a sweet smile and a soft voice.