readx; "I'm sorry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn order not to interfere with the child's learning, parents are requested to wait in the lounge. The school worker smiled apologetically at him.

Parents......

Jiang Junhao, who heard these two words, was slightly distracted, and then suddenly showed a smile as if he was in another world.

He's ...... now. I'm also a person with children.

"Okay." Silently walked to the lounge, Jiang Junhao picked a random seat and sat down.

There were already three or four foreign women sitting in the small room at the moment. Jiang Junhao's arrival has undoubtedly become the only focus here.

Although there are many Chinese immigrants in Houston, few are as handsome and elegant as the man in front of them.

A man's casual sitting posture is pleasing to the eye. Several women excitedly and secretly communicated in English, all speculating about the origin of this sudden Chinese.

Jiang Junhao felt the gaze of the ** around him and hooked his lips. Wherever he passed, almost all the women would stop, but only Pei Xiaomiao...... It's as if even the eyes are charity.

The lessons of Jianghai and Jiangliu ended in about ten minutes. The parents in the house went out one after another and picked up their children home.

Jiang Junhao put down the newspaper, took a deep breath, and strode out of the door.

He had never known what it was like to be nervous, but for the first time, he felt a little cramped.

"Woo woo......" The little girl's cry came from the classroom, and with the sound of footsteps, it became clearer and clearer.

Jiang Liu'er, who was a little uncontrollable, Jiang Junhao's heart suddenly clenched.

"Liu'er, it's okay. Don't cry, you don't have a father, but you still have a mommy and a teacher. You know, the teacher loves you too. For this well-behaved and delicate porcelain doll, the female teacher loves it very much. Reaching out and rubbing Jiang Liu's hair, the teacher patiently taught her.

Jiang Liu'er was still crying very much, her little body trembled, and she choked and nodded.

Jiang Hai, who almost looked exactly the same on the side, had a cold expression, and his small face had an adult-like seriousness: "What are you crying about?" When girls are the most annoying, they know how to cry. ”

Jiang Liu'er, who had a tendency to stop, cried more and more now.

Jiang Junhao frowned, and stepped forward elegantly: "I'm sorry." ”

"Who are you?" The teacher's face asked vigilantly.

"Hello, I am Liu'er and Xiaohai's father, Jiang Junhao. I'm here to pick up the kids. Jiang Junhao habitually handed over a business card.

The business card was bilingual in Chinese and English, and the teacher wrote the position at the end, gasped, and asked cautiously: "But...... As far as I know, they don't seem to have a father. ”

Children are kind by nature and are not good at lying, not to mention that no one wants to joke about such an important figure as their father.

Jiang Junhao took a step forward: "Does the teacher think that my child is not like me?" ”

The female teacher looked at it carefully, and it was indeed carved out of a mold. She squatted down cautiously and asked Jiang Liu and Jiang Hai, who were stunned: "Liu'er, tell the teacher quickly, do you know this person?" ”

Jiang Liu wiped his tears, and his eyes flashed with a bright glow: "Uncle! It's the uncle who saved Liu'er! ”

"It's not my uncle, it's my father." Jiang Junhao patiently corrected her.

"How can an uncle be a father?" The river is confused.

Jiang Junhao smiled and said in a gentle tone: "Liu'er, if your uncle is your father, do you like it?" ”

Jiang Liu was still thinking about it, and Jiang Hai was already excitedly breaking free of the teacher's hand, stepped forward and pushed him: "You go away." I do not like you! ”