My Girl and Tenderness

Although there were a lot of people in the past, after all, there was a primary school and parents often jammed traffic when dropping their children off, the situation is a little different now.

Qin Kong saw a lot of people gathered in a corner, and there were many cars parked on the road. Many of them looked exhausted, as if they had come from far away.

There were excited voices in the crowd——

"Master, are you still here? Master, I followed your instructions and my husband is now well again."

"Living Bodhisattva, do you have any method to prolong life? I am willing to pay for it no matter how much it costs."

"My lord, our leader wants to see you. I wonder if you would like to go to Beijing with me."

Master? Bodhisattva? Immortal?

These words made Qin Kong frown. He immediately felt that there must be a charlatan here. He deceived so many people and blocked the traffic in the primary school. It was really abominable.

The school environment for my daughter is so bad.

Do you want to report it?

While coaxing her unhappy daughter, she squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the elementary school gate. Looking at the head teacher standing in front of the door, she also stretched her neck to look at the crowd over there from a distance.

Qin Kong greeted her with a smile——

"Hello, I'm Yin Yin's father. I'm here to send Yin Yin to school."

"Ah, it's you."

The head teacher looked at him. No one could forget him. After all, he was the one who was raped by Sister Ye and gave birth to a daughter. Such an explosive thing would probably never be forgotten in this life.

I was amazed more than once that the mature and steady Sister Ye could actually be so brave behind the scenes.

Even at such a young age, they are willing to eat tender grass.

He was really testing the edge of crime, and it was a blessing that he wasn't arrested.

429. The Lolita sisters want him to hug them

The head teacher looked at the big boy in front of him, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly when thinking of the "matter" between him and Sister Ye, and tried to use a comforting tone -

"Everything is fine at home, right? People should live in the present. Not only do I have a good wife at home, but I also have a cute child like Yinyin. That's not bad."

As for those ridiculous things, let them be in the past.

"..." Qin Kong remembered that the other party seemed to have mistakenly believed that he was eaten by Mrs. Ye when he was very young, which was almost a crime of beating a child.

Help the senior teachers to cover up the problem.

I'm so angry. The network crashed when the gender was changed... Just kidding.

The head teacher looked at the crying little girl in his arms and asked -

"What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"

If I didn't know that he was Yin Yin's father, I would have called the police. He was crying and making a fuss, as if someone was kidnapping a child.

It turns out that men just don’t know how to take care of children.

She smiled and reached out to hug Yin Yin, saying -

"Okay, stop crying. Xiaojiu and Xiaoyu are waiting for you there. Do you see them?"

Qin Kong looked over as she said, and saw a pair of loli sisters sitting by the flower bed, one wearing white short socks, the other half socks. They were chewing on a bun, looking at this side with their lively eyes.

"Is that Yin Yin's father?"

"Yeah, I've seen him before. He's so young."

"He doesn't have a big belly, he looks like a big brother."

"You should call me uncle, it's not polite. But he does act like an older brother."

The so-called image of a father is probably a bit stereotyped: lazy and sloppy with a big belly, a bit greasy in middle age, and with a worrying hairline.

So in this comparison, Qin Kong's image management appears to be very good.

There are so many wives at home who take care of his appearance.

In addition, he is young and has been exposed to the world of immortal cultivation. His physical functions are beyond the reach of ordinary people. His spirit is naturally different, which makes people feel comfortable when watching him.

The head teacher also felt that Yin Yin's father seemed to be getting more and more handsome. He thought he had a good-looking face before, and now he had a kind of approachable temperament, like a spring breeze.

Sister Ye's eyesight is really sharp. She knew that he would be a handsome guy in the future when he was still young? She was too decisive.

I complained a little in my heart.

I am somewhat envious.

Well, of course I don't mean to envy the people who run over children or something, but it's nice to have a handsome husband, even if he is just a vase at home, it's very comfortable to keep him and look after him.

It’s better than being single.

Qin Kong naturally didn't know the other party's messy thoughts, but smiled and waved to the little lolita who looked at him curiously from afar, and said -

"Do they often play with Yin Yin?"

"Yes, they are all good friends. They share everything together. This is very rare among children."

Children's thoughts are always the most primitive and pure, so they are naturally more selfish. If they are able to share their thoughts with others, they must be very good friends.

We really should invite Yin Yin's good friends to go play together. Friendships formed since childhood are very precious, just like those between him and Mulan.

Although it eventually deteriorated and turned into love, both the process and the result were good.

Yinyin is an only child and needs to communicate with people of her own age. As her father, of course I have to lend her a helping hand.

So he smiled and said to the head teacher:

"Can you tell me what those kids like? I want to bring them to play with Yin Yin in the future."

"You have to ask the children's parents yourself. I can't decide anything."

The head teacher had a stern face, but smiled and relaxed, and said--

"But I can tell you what the children like. I feel sorry for you. It must be difficult to take care of children at such a young age, right?"

"No, I really like taking care of Yinyin, but sometimes I'm busy and can't always be with her, so I need her mothers to help take care of her."

"Mothers?"

Why is it plural? The head teacher was a little puzzled, but did not ask any more questions, thinking it might be a slip of the tongue or something.

While the adults were discussing the matter, Yin Yin slowly opened her eyes wide and looked at her father as if she was looking at a shameful and unfaithful man.

She actually started asking about other children! Wasn't having a daughter like her enough? Did she want more little girls?

No!

clap clap clap...

The loli sisters walked over with small steps and greeted Yin Yin in the arms of the head teacher with a smile:

"Yin Yin, why are you crying?"

"Yes, sister Yinyin, you still want the teacher to hug you, and you still call me big sister, shame on you."

When Yin Yin saw them coming, she quickly struggled to get down from the teacher's arms, and trotted over with her white silk legs, her flaxen ponytails swaying like a rabbit's tail.

He grabbed the two friends and said:

"I'm fine, let's go, there's nothing fun here, let's go play table tennis."

"Hey? But I still want to say hello to my uncle. He is waving at me."

"Xiaoyu, you're wrong! Dad is waving at me, ignore him, and let's go."

"But……"

The more mature and polite sister was still a little hesitant. She looked back at the handsome young uncle a few times, but was finally pulled away by Yin Yin.

Xiao Jiu on the side was more sensitive. He blinked his eyes and smiled with his mouth wide open.

"Is sister Yinyin jealous? She's so old but still clings to daddy. Xiaojiu doesn't want daddy to hold him anymore. His beard is so annoying."

"I-I didn't."

Yinyin was a little shocked when her secrets were touched upon. She didn't expect Xiaojiu to be so sensitive. He looked a little dull, but he was quite sensitive to the moods of the people around him.

Xiao Jiu gnawed on her little finger and looked back, looking at Qin Kong with bright eyes, and said -

"But Sister Yinyin's father is really handsome, and he doesn't have a big beard. It must be very comfortable to be hugged by him. Xiaojiu also wants to try it."

"!?" Yin Yin, who had just said that she was not jealous, immediately became anxious and said -

"No, no! Daddy is Yinyin's dad. Xiaojiu, you should let your dad hold you."

"Ugh...no, Daddy stinks."

The child speaks without restraint and doesn't care at all whether her father will fall to his knees in hurt after hearing it. She is naturally sharp-tongued.

She laughed and scratched her head, saying -

"Then I'll just be Uncle Qin Kong's daughter, ah, and my sister."

"Why do you still have me?"

"Good things should be shared with my sister."

"..." Xiaoyu looked helplessly at her sister who was not in tune with her. Her little hand was held by her and their fingers were interlocked. After experiencing the previous crisis, their sisterly love was deepened.

Now they are sticky together all day long and only separate when they are in class.

"You, you guys..."

Yin Yin looked at the pair of lolita sisters, her face flushed red, she stamped her feet and said -

"No, you can't do that. How can you recognize someone else as your father? You all have fathers..."

When you did this, have you ever considered the feelings of your uncles and aunts?

Something will happen!

430. It was the bad weather that prevented me from serving my husband.

He watched his daughter run away with her friends from afar, smiling with a gentle look in his eyes. He slowly withdrew his gaze until he could no longer see the petite figure.

It was actually a bit late now, and the children had all gone into the classroom to wait for class. Seeing that Yinyin's class teacher was not so busy, she pointed at the crowd gathered over there and asked - "Aren't you in charge of what's going on over there? With so many strangers gathering near the school, the children will be nervous, right?"

"Ah, that."

The head teacher waved his hands and explained to him mysteriously:

"Do you think that he is a charlatan who is deceiving everyone? In fact, that person has been here for several days. At first, everyone was skeptical, but gradually, whether it was prediction or diagnosis, the master was very accurate."

"..."

"Hey, what's that look on your face?"

"nothing."

"You're lying. Your eyes clearly say, 'You're a teacher after all, and yet you still believe in this kind of quackery. I have to consider whether to let my daughter change classes.'"

"puff."

Qin Kong laughed happily. This teacher was quite interesting. He was so outspoken and directly expressed his inner thoughts.

Is it that every girl has a certain ability to read minds, or is it because I am too easy to understand? It seems that they often read my thoughts, which is quite strange.

The head teacher rolled his eyes at him and said:

"It's not surprising that you would think this way, after all, you don't know the situation, but I'm a teacher and I know a lot of parents. For example, the guy over there is a big boss, his business was at a low point, and he seemed to be revived immediately after being reminded."

"And the lady with the bag is a famous lawyer with a successful career, but her husband had a stubborn hidden illness and was losing his hair every day because of worry. Recently, his face has become rosy. She said that she was completely cured after I gave her a prescription."

"The man in a suit and a watch over there is a secretary of a leader. I don't know what he wants to do for me, and I dare not say more. Anyway, what is certain is that he is really capable."

The more she knows, the clearer the truth becomes. As a class teacher, she is able to access information from all aspects of society through the network of relationships within the school.

Qin Kong blinked his eyes, held his chin and thought for a while, looking at the group of people of all shapes and sizes. If it was really as they said, then they might not be swindlers?

With his perspective, he naturally thought of the immortal cultivators.

Frowning slightly.

Are all the immortal cultivators now openly doing business? Using extraordinary means to take resources from mortals is a bit like an adult deceiving a child.

In the eyes of immortal cultivators, mortals are nothing more than defenseless children.

Even ants.