President's Single-minded Love

Yan xiaonuo doesn't want to think about those illusory things. Since she decides to stay here and live, she should prepare well.

The innocent and innocent eyes of the children were still shaking in front of her, and the thought of spending each day with these children in the future made her feel more warm than ever before.

She doesn't have to weigh and weigh the consequences of what she does. She can laugh happily, speak up and do what she wants to do.

Farewell to the past, she can go further, without Messi, she can live better.

I left in a hurry and didn't even have any clothes to change. She doesn't want to look bad when she has to go to work tomorrow.

Yan xiaonuo went to the clothing store to buy several sets of clothes, and went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities before returning to the rental room.

After that, it was almost dinner time. She was so tired that she didn't want to cook any more. She went to the noodle shop downstairs and planned to have some.

Yan xiaonuo said with a smile to the boss: "a green vegetable noodles."

The boss nodded with a smile and immediately went to cook noodles.

Yan xiaonuo is there waiting for green vegetables noodles. She takes out her mobile phone and brushes her microblog. Since the accident, she hasn't been on Weibo for a long time.

At the top of the microblog topic list is mo Xijie and her emotional problems. Yan xiaonori depicts the past and decides to block it.

As a result, it was either the topic of mexicha or her.

Yan xiaonuo sighed, turned off the microblog and sat there waiting.

The restaurant is getting closer and closer, and more and more people come to eat in the noodle shop. It seems that the business of this shop is very good.

Yan xiaonuo's mobile phone rang. She picked it up and looked at it. It was Jianming.

She hesitated for a moment, or answered the phone call of Jian Ming.

Over the phone came Jianming soft and anxious voice: "Xiao Nuo, you are finally willing to answer the phone, how suddenly left? I'm worried. How are you now? Where are you? "

One sentence after another, very anxious appearance, Yan xiaonuo didn't know where to start. She just felt her eyes were hot and quickly covered her mouth.

Jian Ming did not get a reply there, and then asked, "xiaonuo? What's the matter with you? "

Yan xiaonuo suddenly took a breath and adjusted it and then said, "sister Jianming, I'm ok. I'm fine now."

Jian Ming gave a long breath, voice with helpless tenderness: "I know you're safe, xiaonuo, you're alone outside, you must pay attention to safety, protect yourself."

Yan xiaonuo felt her tears forced into her eyes. She nodded: "I know, sister Jianming, I know!"

"That's good." Jian Ming's voice is also a little excited, she seems to be promising something, "you can rest assured, I won't tell the president and you talked on the phone."

Yan xiaonuo was very grateful. "Thank you, sister Jianming."

"All right." Jian Ming said, "you should rest early and close the doors and windows."

Yan xiaonuo repeatedly agreed to hang up the phone.

She just answered the phone excited appearance, has attracted the attention of the people around, Yan xiaonuo quickly lowered his head to cover up his embarrassment.

Fortunately, this time the green vegetable noodles have been served, she said to the boss: "sorry, boss, I have an urgent matter, can I pack it?"

The boss is a very good-natured person, busy to Yan xiaonuo to the bowl of green vegetable noodles, Yan xiaonuo carrying noodles back to his house.

A bowl of noodles is only half a bowl, Yan xiaonuo can't eat any more, she went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Narrow small bathroom, the floor is not so clean, there is no spacious bathtub, there is no 24-hour open with the use of boiling water.

After she washed her head and her body, the water had warmed.

Yan xiaonuo wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep.

got up early on the second day, saying that little Nuo had painted BB cream and lipstick to the kindergarten, ten minutes earlier than the prescribed time.

Xu teacher saw her come over, very happy in the heart, hurriedly three steps and two steps to come over, took her hand and said with a smile: "today come so early?"

Yan xiaonuo is ashamed. She is a teaching assistant, and Mr. Xu is the real teacher. According to the level, Mr. Xu is higher than her. Is this too much?

"It's only ten minutes early. It's not too early." Yan xiaonuo's hand gently turned, holding teacher Xu's hand, said with a smile, "today's first day at work, I'm also familiar with the process."

Mr. Xu said with a smile, "in a few minutes, the children should be here."

Sure enough, after a while, the children arrived one after another, but no one was late.

Parents see Yan xiaonuo, are surprised to ask: "this is?"

Xu is very patient and enthusiastic to introduce Yan xiaonuo: "new assistant, surname Yan, you call her Yan teacher."

Yan xiaonuo nodded with a smile. The parents saw that Yan xiaonuo was natural and gentle. They also nodded with a smile and left at ease.Eight o'clock on time for class, Yan xiaonuo's seat is sitting next to the platform, Xu teacher handed the list of students to Yan xiaonuo, said to her: "roll call first."

Yan xiaonuo stood up and took over the list and began to call the roll.

The children's loud voices come and go. Yan xiaonuo's face is full of smile. The bright and warm sunshine outside the window shines through the window, casting a large golden light on the ground.

What Mr. Xu teaches today is drawing with 2B pencil, which is the elementary sketch.

Xiaonuo is also very good at sketching, but she knows that everyone has dead ends in learning. Listening to other people's explanation will have great inspiration.

Xu saw that Yan xiaonuo was listening to her lecture carefully. She seemed to be greatly encouraged, so she was more involved.

Not only did the children listen with great interest.

"So children, pick up the pencils in your hands and try to draw them." Mr. Xu gave the children homework with a smile, "just draw this ball."

There is a ball on the platform, which has a very obvious gradual change of light and shadow. It is the beginning of primary sketch.

Drawing pays attention to live painting, and every angle is different. The children draw conscientiously. Yan xiaonuo is very interested. He gets up from his seat and walks to each child to watch them draw.

The soft rustling sound of pencils on paper and the rubbing sound of rubbers make the classroom quiet and peaceful.

Yan xiaonuo felt both solid and warm in his heart.

At the end of a class, the children finished drawing and handed in their homework.

Xu took the children's homework back to the office, ready to mark the homework, Yan xiaonuo naturally followed.

Xu teacher's office is a small room, she pointed to a small table and small chair to Yan xiaonuo said: "the table and chair just added yesterday, the place is small, make do with it."

Yan xiaonuo sat down with a smile and said, "I finally know why so many people want to be teachers."

"Oh? Why? " Xu asked Xiao Nuo with a smile and poured her a glass of water.

Yan xiaonuo quickly got up, took a drink, sat down and said: "these children are very cute, very clever, looking at people feel warm in the heart."

Xu kept nodding: "it's a very easy, simple and happy thing to get along with children."

Yan xiaonuo drank a few more sips, her seat was by the window, the sun was shining directly on her body, and her whole body was warm and warm.

Mr. Xu can't help but look at Yan xiaonuo, the legendary girl, the only girl in love with the president of imperial group.

It's not as arrogant as the rumor goes. On the contrary, there is a kind of warmth and kindness that goes straight into people's heart. People can't help but want to be close to them. However, she also has a kind of character, which can't make her bend down despite the wind and rain.

Mr. Xu thought about what was said in the news. Yan xiaonuo is nearly 19 years old

I don't know why, let her leave the glory and wealth, and come to this little town alone.

"Mr. Xu, are the children going to other classes later?" Yan xiaonuo's voice came.

Miss Xu was pulled back from her thoughts. She said with a smile, "no class. We will batch the homework. When it's time for lunch, we'll make meals for the children and coax them to take a nap."

Yan xiaonuo a little surprised: "at noon parents do not come to pick up?"

Mr. Xu shook his head and said, "some parents come to pick it up. Some parents don't come and leave their children here for noon."

"I see." Yan xiaonuo asked with a smile, "are you responsible every time?"

At noon, Xu said, "I'm afraid you're not in charge of these assistants."

Yan xiaonuo said: "anyway, I go back to be a person, this work is very good, I like it very much."

Mr. Xu was amused by her, "right? With talents like you and Mrs. Xuanji as a teacher, you should have a higher ambition... "

Her words did not go on, because she saw the smile on Yan xiaonuo's face, because her words gradually faded away.

Yan xiaonuo said in a hurry: "Mr. Xu, let's quickly batch homework."

It's said that Moxi definitely valued Madame Xuanji very much and had a very good relationship with her. Did he say that xiaonuo left because of Mrs. Xuanji?

Xu's teacher was thinking, chatting and laughing: "batch homework, batch homework."

Yan xiaonuo lowered her head and sighed in her heart. She still lost her temper.

I thought I could control myself very well. I could not be so excited when I heard about the past. I didn't expect that

That kind of unhappy mood, just like the bamboo shoots sprouting after a spring rain, can't stop it.

Mrs. Xuan Ji Now I don't know how to blame her. She always runs away without saying a word. For her sake, Madame Xuanji doesn't know how much hard she has spent.

But she still failed, including grandfather Fu, including aunt Lu, including Jane Ming, including Lu Ting, those who care about her, are still worried about her at the moment!And, of course, messier.

Yan xiaonuo thought of the harsh brake sound, sharp, long, and full of despair and reluctant to give up.

Her hands held the pen tightly and her knuckles turned white.