Chapter 279: Give me a snort, snort hard
At the beginning of the new school year, the kindergarten is naturally indispensable to the heart-rending cries of children.
Especially for new children, the mood is even more unstable.
The school specially arranges experienced teachers to receive new students and soothe the children's emotions by the way.
When Little Curly saw this scene, the joy of seeing Uncle and Hum just now was instantly diluted, and he pursed his mouth tightly, clenched his mother's fingers, and forcibly did not cry.
Mu Shaoheng was used to going to school, and he was not particularly attached to Huo Jingheng, so he didn't feel anything, but he looked at Jiang Jiuxi from time to time, and was a little envious that the little curly hair could hold his aunt's hand.
Unconsciously, Jiang Jiuxi was in the same frame with Huo Jingheng again, but he simply said hello, but he was secretly photographed.
Uploaded to the Internet: [Stone hammer, Jiang Jiuxi and Huo Jingheng are in the same frame again for the new school year of kindergarten, talking and laughing like a family of four. 】
Comments vary below.
[Hehe, if you have money, you can do anything. 】
[Don't you think Jiang Jiuxi has been on the hot search a bit much recently? 】
[Men's clothing and women are cheap, and the world of rich people is very chaotic. 】
The pink overlord goes online in minutes to start the war.
[What's wrong with being rich? People are not only rich but also good-looking, you are not only poor but also eat lotus root ~ ugly!]
[Don't look at it if you don't like it, where is the one who pressed your head to let you see?
[Another rotten cabbage brushes the sense of existence, I like to see your kind of sour face with envy and sour breath from your nose. 】
Immediately afterwards, the photo was forwarded and a line of words was added.
[The drama CP officially started business, whoever snorted was on top, and there was a prize for the old rule of commenting. 】
A large number of very realistic netizens hula rushed over, even if they didn't move, they had to be raw, and they had to work hard to snort the pair of CPs into saccharin for those valuable prizes.
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Jiang Jiuxi watched the teacher take the little curly hair hand into the teaching building, the little curly hair looked back at her mother step by step, and almost fell down, but she couldn't help crying, her nose was sore, and she almost shed tears.
Quickly lowered his head and pressed the mask, it turned out that it was really uncomfortable to send the child to kindergarten.
When the little curly entered the corridor and couldn't see his mother, he wiped his tears with the back of his little hand, he missed his mother a little and wanted to turn around to find his mother.
But I had to follow the teacher to the classroom.
Mu Shaoheng was already sitting quietly in the class, and several children around him were crying, and the teachers were comforting them one by one.
The little curly hair was infected by the environment, and the little hands rubbed their eyes vigorously, but the tears still rolled down.
Mu Shaoheng stood up and went over, took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his tears for Xiao Curly, different from Xiao Curly's rudeness of wiping his tears, Mu Shaoheng was much gentler.
While wiping back, he comforted: "We can go home after school." ”
Little Curly Hair cried out, and I couldn't see my mother when I got home?
In the same class, Xiao Mian was a little happy when she saw Little Curly, and when she saw Little Curly crying, she also took a handkerchief and went over to wipe her tears: "Little brother, little brother, don't you cry, I'll give you candy, okay?"
Little Curly turned around and ignored Xiao Mian, and continued to rub her eyes.
The lunch kindergarten meal is very rich, but the little curly hair thinks it is not delicious at all, and misses her mother.
When I went to bed at noon, I still missed my mother, and secretly wiped my tears.
Xiao Mian lay on the side of the bed and looked at the little curly hair crying, and said in a low voice, "You can go to your mother after school." ”