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After all, the little girl was still a little girl. After crying for a while, she went to sleep tightly holding the candy. There was still a small stain of saliva on her mouth. Song Qianqian smiled helplessly holding the soft child and gently wiped the saliva stain off her mouth with a handkerchief.

"Mommy, is Xiaochu asleep?" little Alan asked softly. He knew that the little girl might be asleep and didn't speak loudly.

"Yes, keep your voice down and don't wake her up."

Alan nodded hurriedly and looked at Song Qianqian innocently: "Mommy, can I be a good friend with Xiaochu?"

Song Qianqian understands the hope in his eyes and hopes to get her consent. Alan has been following her since he was two years old and is close to her. He will do many things only when she says he can do it. Once she says no, little Alan will always stop and ask her why.

The same is true this time.

However, there are some differences. When he held the little girl's hand tightly, he was actually reminding song Qianqian that although the child was a child, he had begun to have his own opinion.

Song Qianqian raised his hand and touched his shoulder: "Alan, you can play with Xiaochu and make friends with her, but one thing, if you promise Mommy, Mommy won't interfere with you."

"Alan agreed."

Song Qianqian didn't even say what it was. Little Alan nodded with bright eyes. It seemed that if he didn't agree quickly, there would be changes in the next moment.

Song Qianqian smiled and said to him, "you can't bully her. You have to protect her to make friends with her."

"OK, Mommy, I understand." Alan was so happy that he almost jumped up, but when he thought that Xiaochu was still sleeping and used both Chinese and English, he immediately covered his mouth with his hands.

Song Qianqian didn't scold him this time, because after the class teacher sent the children away, he turned them back: "Miss Song, I'm really sorry to trouble you. Did you fall asleep at Nianchu? Let me hold it."

"It doesn't matter. She's asleep. Be light."

Song Qianqian also knew that this was the teacher's job. Without saying anything, he gently returned the little girl to the teacher. Xiao Nianchu twisted and moved, but he didn't wake up. He still returned to the teacher's arms.

Song Qianqian's hands were sour, and the four-year-old girl was not light, but she didn't show it. She just pulled little Alan: "Alan, say goodbye to the teacher and play with Xiaochu tomorrow."

Little Alan looked reluctant, but he also knew it was time to go home, so he said goodbye to the teacher and looked back as he walked. He was still reluctant to leave the little girl.

"Mommy, will Xiao Chu be angry if she wakes up and finds that I'm not with her?" little Alan asked with the sugar in Song Qianqian's hand.

"If Xiao Chu is really angry, what should Alan do?" Song Qianqian thought about it and asked him pretending that she didn't know.

"Mommy, can I take a cake to school tomorrow?" little Alan suddenly thought of something.

"Of course."

"Well, thank you, Mommy."

Song Qianqian understands that the friendship between children is very simple. A piece of cake can sometimes solve many misunderstandings, because they never think too much. Like is like, don't like is don't like.

The two walked out of the campus gate together and passed a silver gray Bentley driving around the corner. Suddenly, the car raised dust behind them, turned a corner, nodded with the guard and entered the school.

"Mr. Jun, here you are." the class teacher saw Junlin's car, immediately held the little girl, picked up her small schoolbag and walked over with a bright smile.

It can be seen that this is a teacher who covets him.

In fact, it's not surprising that in Jiangcheng, almost no one knows the name of Junlin. He took over all of Jun's family five years ago. At that time, he was only 22 years old. Now, he is only 27 years old. He is a golden bachelor, handsome and golden. Which woman doesn't admire.

Junlin opened the door and got out of the car. A pair of Phoenix eyes were slightly selected, with a dusty temperament. Five years did not wear away his edges and corners, but added calmness. His eyes were on the little girl held by the class teacher from beginning to end: "did you sleep at the beginning?"

The class teacher nodded implicitly: "I slept. She lost her temper. I finally coaxed her to sleep."

Such an answer was particularly clever. Quietly, he took away all the credit of song Qianqian's coaxing xiaonianchu, and there was no need to repay human kindness at all.

"Give it to me." Junlin didn't say much. He held Nianchu over and took her small schoolbag. He didn't touch the teacher at all. Careful, not like, this is his treasure.

Spoiled in the palm of your hand.

The teacher was also aware of it, but asked, "how's mommy at the beginning of Nianchu? I see that the child may be a little depressed because her father never comes to pick her up than Mommy."

Junlin didn't like others to ask about Jun's family, but he thought it didn't have to hide from other teachers, so he answered casually, "it's very good."

"When can her Mommy pick her up?"

"I'll pick it up, too."

The teacher choked and finally dared not pester her, but she was still happy in her heart, which also meant that she could continue to see the gentleman's owner.

"Uncle?" xiaonianchu opened his eyes in Junlin's arms and rubbed it. "Come to pick up Xiaochu and go home?"

King's landing gently rubbed her hair and held her in his arms: "well, we're home."

"Eh, where's brother ah Le?" the little girl finally woke up and looked around for a week, but she only saw the class teacher and her uncle. Her mouth flattened and cried again. "Brother ah Le is gone, brother ah Le is gone."

She burst into tears and buried her head in Junlin's arms, which made him stunned. He could only comfort her. Looking at her crying like that, her heart was almost melted: "Xiaochu doesn't cry, don't cry, good. Who is ah le that Xiaochu said?"

"Oh... Oh, it's a child transferred from our class today. He's a foreigner with blue eyes. He won't go back if Nianchu says anything, but his mommy came to pick him up, so..."

The implication is that other people's Mommy came to pick up, so little Alan left. Her crying has nothing to do with her being a teacher.

Junlin looked up at her carefully. He didn't say anything. He just coaxed Nianchu: "Xiaochu is good. Brother al will come to school tomorrow, and you will see him."

"Really? But brother al's mother doesn't seem to like me playing with brother al." the little girl vaguely remembers that the aunt is very beautiful and has a sweet smell, but she is wearing a mask so that people can't see her face. At the same time, he also trained her brother Al, who played with her. He didn't seem to like her very much.

"No, we Xiaochu are so good that no one doesn't like it."

"Really?" the little girl looked at him tearfully and finally stopped.

"Of course." Junlin took out a wet paper towel and gently wiped her tears.

"It seems that brother al's mother is still sleeping with me. I close my eyes and she helps me wipe my tears." the little girl seems to think of something and suddenly stops crying.

King's landing raised his head and glanced coldly at the trembling teacher. He still didn't say anything. Just after holding xiaonianchu in the children's seat, the first call was to ask someone to fire the teacher.