The reborn wife is about to turn over

Chapter 84 Little Baozi Yi Ning (1)
"So powerful? Really? I don't believe it. How can a four or five-year-old child be so powerful?"

"Really, if you still don't believe it, it's because you haven't seen it before, but my father is also a powerful person, and it's normal for my son to be a bit powerful, which is beyond comparison."

Su Singer didn't quite believe it, and felt that children might be influenced by the environment at most, and it was no big deal to learn a few words from adults occasionally.

But she smiled and didn't want to continue this topic anymore, it has nothing to do with her, does it?Today's pastry was exchanged by Yang Min on condition.As for what happened to these children, it had nothing to do with her, she pulled Yang Min and wanted to go inside.

With a "wow" sound behind him, the fat little girl just sat on the ground and started crying.Before the two turned around, Yang Min changed the relaxed expression on his face, and hurriedly left her and ran to hug the child.

Holding the little girl on his lap, he wiped her tears and asked softly, "What's the matter? Xiaoxiao doesn't cry, tell the teacher what's the matter?"

Xiaoxiao stopped crying slowly, sobbed and said, "Yi Ning said she hates me and won't play with me."

Yang Min coaxed Xiaoxiao softly, then raised his head and asked the little boy, "Yi Ning, why don't you want to play with Zhang Xiaoxiao?"

Su Singer also followed behind, standing on the side of Yining, she heard the little boy named Yining snort: "Women are really troublesome, they are noisy like 500 ducks, I don't want to talk to her." play."

Countless black lines fell on the heads of Su Singer and Yang Min. Yang Min didn't understand the meaning of Yi Ning's words for a moment, and asked casually, "Why 500 ducks?"

Yi Ning glanced at Yang Min contemptuously, and said in a serious voice: "My uncle Dongzi said that two women talking in the ear is equal to 1000 ducks, shouldn't she be 500 ducks alone?"

Yi Ning despises himself as a teacher, he can't do such a simple calculation.

Uncle Dongzi?Sure enough, the adults taught the children badly, Yang Min was speechless, looked at Su Xinge's smiling face, and couldn't answer Yi Ning's words for a while.He also heard Yi Ning, who was playing with building blocks with his head down, murmured disgustedly: "It's okay to be noisy, and I'm so fat, so I won't play with you."

Yang Min regretted that she didn't carry Xiaoxiao away in time, and when she heard it, Xiaoxiao in her arms was also gone.Sure enough, Xiaoxiao burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth. While crying, she retorted unconvinced: "It's not my fault that I'm fat. I was born by my mother. She said I'm cute like this."

She couldn't figure it out all the time. All the adults in the family said she was so cute. Isn't cute just beautiful?Why does Yi Ning always think she is fat?
Grandma also said that it was her mother's credit for her good looks, so what's the matter with her?

"Hmph, what does your mother have to do with your weight? I heard from your father that your mother was only five catties when she gave birth to you."

Yi Ning was not convinced anymore, and began to refute with high spirits.Zhang Xiao's house is next door to his grandfather's house, and he has known her since he could walk. He was obviously small before, but he blamed her mother for being greedy and gaining weight.

Su Singer, Yang Min, and several other teachers who had just walked over were speechless for a while, and after looking at each other for a while, they couldn't help laughing. These two children are so much fun, especially the little boy named Yi Ning, who is simply Just a little devil.

Such a small ability to hit people has already been cultivated to be pure and innocent, so when he grows up, can he still have it?
Yang Min was helpless, got used to being hit by him, and soon returned to normal.He took the egg tart out of the box and gave it to the crying Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, don't cry, the teacher will give you a pink rabbit egg tart, okay?"

Su Xinge is very skillful, and even such an ordinary egg tart can make different animal images. Yang Min endured the pain and drool to move out the egg tart he just got in his hand. The emotions of children come and go quickly. Xiao Po burst into laughter, and his attention was attracted by the cute and delicious rabbit on the teacher's palm.

Happily took it and ate it.

Yang Min asked other teachers to help distribute them to the children, and the children gathered around one after another, each holding one. Su Singer was lucky to have done a lot today, and a box packed dozens of them in three layers.

In the end, only Xiao Yining was left standing indifferently with his head down, fiddling with the building blocks in his hand. The little back was stubbornly straight, and Su Xinge could see a trace of loneliness for some reason.

I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and a little bit of sadness came out of nowhere. Seeing that the other teachers were not free, I took an egg tart from the box and walked over to squat beside him.

He smiled and said, "Hey, little guy, do yourself a favor and help Auntie taste it?"

Yi Ning was still holding the building blocks in his hands, without turning his head, he glanced at his beautiful aunt who was smiling heartily from the corner of her eye.The tone of her speech made him feel very comfortable and very appetizing to him. Dad said that he was already four years old, not a three-year-old child; therefore, he hated other teachers who always treated him as a naive three-year-old when they talked to him. Year-old children coax.

He felt that the aunt's attitude was very sincere. He heard his father often say that he would not hit a smiling person with his hand. The aunt smiled so kindly, so he should give her face, right?Putting down the building blocks in his hands, he brushed the broken hair on his forehead gracefully with his small hands. Yi Ning turned around gracefully, narrowed his eyes and gave Su Singer a friendly smile, and then happily took the egg tart in her hand, but A child is still a child, how could he notice the shocked expression on the face of the aunt in front of him the moment he looked up.

Su Singer looked at him vigorously as if he had been absorbed in it. This small face was miraculously similar to someone in his impression, and he seemed to have only met him this morning.

The man who made her flustered.

Is it father and son?
No way, what a coincidence?
Thinking about it later, the whole country is so big, and Nandu is not small, so it is not surprising that the two look alike.

It should be a coincidence, she thought.She carefully observed the facial features of the delicate little man in front of her, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that she was too similar to the man in the morning, at least seven points similar.

And in the little guy's facial features, she felt an indescribably intimate and familiar feeling, just like being kind to a relative at home.

Su Singer was puzzled, but she couldn't find a reason. She could only attribute this feeling to what people call fate.

(End of this chapter)