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At four o'clock in the evening, when she was going to pick up little Alan home, song Qianqian still put on her black mask, which was completely different from the way she used to travel in a nanny car and private car. At this moment, she was waiting for the bus at the bus stop.

She enjoys this way of life. There are no endless notices and no people who are unwilling to comment. She can travel around the city by wearing a mask and taking a bus.

Before, it's really past.

Song Qianqian smiled helplessly, leaned against the huge billboard, raised his head slightly, and could see Xu Cheng and Xu Da movie emperor surrounded by several small fresh meat. He invested in this program and participated in it.

It seems that catkins still didn't let him stop, and making money is more important.

When the bus arrived, she took back her sight and crowded into the bus with pedestrians. The wind was blowing all the way. She leaned her head against the window and was in a good mood.

When he received little Alan at the international school, song Qianqian was frightened by the scene in front of him. It was only one afternoon that she put little Alan in. One afternoon, he turned the little girl.

The class teacher was also very embarrassed to explain to her: "Miss Song, I'm really sorry. When I saw Alan's blue eyes at the beginning of Nianchu, I liked her very much. Alan seemed to like her very much. They held hands all afternoon. Nianchu's family was also very special. I didn't dare to break their hands, so I don't know what to do."

Song Qianqian didn't take off her mask. She really didn't want to take any risk of being found. Now she just wants to watch Alan grow up. So she didn't smile at the teacher, just nodded, then squatted down, raised her hand and pinched little Alan's nose in front of the two little ones.

"Alan, mommy has said many times that boys can't disrespect girls. How can you hold a girl's hand for the first time today? At least you have to wait until you really become friends."

Little Alan tooted his mouth, but didn't let go of the little girl's hand.

He said to song Qianqian in less fluent Chinese and English, "Mommy, we are already friends."

“……”

Song Qianqian has been correcting his words, which does not force him to forget English and study Chinese wholeheartedly, but it is really not a good habit to use Chinese and English together.

Little Alan realized his mistake, and Mommy had warned him many times. Before Song Qianqian spoke, he immediately released the little girl's hand and covered his mouth: "Mommy, I know it's wrong."

The little girl was let go of her hand. Maybe she thought Alan didn't want her, or gave up the friendship they had just established. She flattened her mouth and opened her throat. She cried so much that even the class teacher didn't know what to do.

Song Qianqian didn't expect it to be like this, and little Alan didn't expect it. As soon as the little girl cried, he immediately hugged her: "Xiaochu is good, Xiaochu doesn't cry. Mommy, what should I do? Xiaochu still cries all the time."

The little girl not only cried, but also refused to give her to the class teacher. She cried and lost her voice. She was still shouting to brother Alan not to go. The surrounding children who went to school also turned their eyes here.

Song Qianqian looked at her wronged appearance and immediately took out two soft milk sweets from her bag: "Xiaochu is good. Don't cry. Aunt, there are two sweets here. Give one to Alan's brother and one to you. It's not good for aunt. Aunt doesn't mean to stop you from playing with Alan's brother."

The little girl was hoarse because of crying. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her blue eyed brother. She found that he had taken the sugar. She immediately sucked her nose and went to get her own sugar. At the same time, she didn't know whether it was because song Qianqian had a cake smell and was sweet. She actually got into song Qianqian's arms and continued to cry.

In the little girl's cognition, she was scolded by the teacher, and the teacher didn't let her play with her blue eyed brother. It was a grievance to cry. Song Qianqian took care of little Alan and naturally held the little girl in his arms.

The class teacher has been looking at her with regret: "Nianchu's mommy has been pregnant recently. It is said that there is a sign of miscarriage. Her father has been with her and dare not leave. Recently, she has been picked up by other family members. It may be very late because of her busy work. Almost all the children in the class have to wait until they go back."

Song Qianqian looked at the white and tender little girl in her arms. She held sugar in one hand and had tears on her face. She closed her eyes and cried quietly.

"Teacher, I'll stay here with her for a while. Go and see other children first."

When the class teacher saw that she was so skillful in holding her children and was the parent of her class children, she naturally didn't refute. After the teacher left, song Qianqian lowered his head and looked at the child's face carefully. He always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't tell where he was familiar. Little Alan has always been with them, eating milk candy obediently, and comforting them that Xiaochu doesn't cry.