At that time, when they met, they were all fully armed and did not even say much.

Even when they speak, they all have their own tones, for fear of being recognized by the other party in the future.

Even for the sake of the child's intimacy, the lights are turned off......

He should just ask casually, right?

The only time they met head-on was the first time, and he was peerlessly independent in the corner, and he didn't raise his eyes to look at any of the girls at all.

Looking at the back of Mu Han's head, Wen Xia was extremely glad that he was helped to sit in the back row, if he sat in the co-pilot, his reaction must have been seen clearly, and it was difficult to deny it.

"Really?" She smiled unnaturally and raised her hand to comb her hair, "Actually, I feel like I've seen it somewhere, but I can't remember anything." ”

Receiving such an answer, Mu Han was very disappointed.

She didn't even remember herself.

Do you want to remember, or don't you want to recognize each other?

There was bitterness in his heart, and Mu Han's tone was flat: "You think you've seen me, maybe it's because I look a little like Mu Yang." ”

Wen Xia breathed a sigh of relief, "That...... Am I a little bit like any of your friends? ”

"Maybe, I can't think of it for a while." Mu Han replied with a lack of interest, a heart ached, and there was only a little bit of relief that he could get to know her again.

When the kindergarten arrived, Mu Han stopped the car, couldn't help but want to open the door for her, and listened to her say thank you, and only hummed lightly.

Since she didn't remember herself, he couldn't be too enthusiastic so as not to scare her, or ...... Hurt her.

In case she just doesn't want to recognize herself, if she is too enthusiastic, it will seem that he has never had her in his heart.

It's a really sadistic problem!

In the kindergarten, Wen Xia smoothly handed over the work, and was very happy that the original head teacher did not leave because of her arrival, but because she was pregnant, she volunteered to be a deputy class, and the salary remained the same.

Out of the kindergarten, Wen Xia took her mobile phone to look at the map, checked how to get back to Liangchen Garden, and was hesitating whether to take the subway or take a taxi, when she suddenly heard someone shouting: "Teacher Wen!" ”

She looked up and followed the sound, only to see a few steps away, Mu Han standing next to the car, smiling and waving at her.

I'll go! Why is he here?! Isn't it here to pick her up?

Also, this is called...... Sounds weird.

She was startled, unconsciously took a half step back, and the next second she saw a head poking out of the rear window, staring at her with big black eyes, looking up and down.

Son......

Her son......

actually looks exactly like Mu Han, there is no place like her!

No wonder he didn't recognize himself.

"Just by the way," Mu Han took two steps towards Wen Xia, who was standing in place, and saw that she seemed to be frightened, and deliberately smiled politely and indifferently, "Take a ride?" ”

Looking at the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Wen Xia felt that even if her son was not in the car, she would have set up a ride, otherwise she would be sorry for the same model of the car that her father still kept.

Before getting into the car, Wen Xia leaned on the window and greeted his super handsome and cute son: "Little handsome guy, hello, I am a new teacher, my name is Wen Xia, you can call me Teacher Xia Xia." ”

"Don't!" The little handsome guy kept shaking his head, with a look of resistance, "It's not good, scare the teacher, and if you're frightened, you'll have to change the teacher again." ”

Wen Xia couldn't hold back, twisted his face and burst out laughing.

The little guy is very clear-minded, and he can actually think of this.

"Teacher Xia Xia, can I call you a beautiful sister?" The little handsome guy blinked, had an idea, and after speaking, he took the initiative to push the car door and enthusiastically asked Wen Xia to get in the car.

Wen Xia is often called sister by her daughter, and she accepts it without hesitation, and sits next to her son, listening to him call her beautiful sister, her eyes are full of gentle and doting smiles, the kind that can't be removed.

Suddenly, an unhappy voice sounded: "Mu Xiaoxu, are your father and I that old?" Worthy of your teacher's uncle? ”