This stinky boy is definitely taking revenge, revenge for last night.

"Don't wipe it." Feng Jiuchuan looked at this pit son and said helplessly.

Little Meatball was happy and waved his chubby little hand at him.

After Feng Jiuchuan's car drove away, the mother and son walked to the kindergarten hand in hand.

Star Kindergarten is the kindergarten with the highest comprehensive level in the entire coastal city, and the tuition fee is naturally the most expensive, and the family economy that can send children to this kind of kindergarten will not be bad.

The closer the two got to the kindergarten, they could see luxury cars parked at the entrance of the school, and the men and women who got out of the cars were holding a child in their hands.

The little meat bun looked at a lot of crying noses, and some people even lay on the doorrail, crying pitifully children, and asked in a milky voice: "Mother, why are they crying?" ”

"Because they don't want to go to kindergarten."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a childish voice in the next second, and spit out two words seriously, "Childish." ”

Ye Ziqi looked at him in surprise.

Little Meat Bao tilted his little head and said, "They are so stupid that they think that crying their noses can change their parents' minds." You see, it's useless for those people to cry, why should they cry. Crying nose is very tiring. ”

"Poof."

Suddenly, a woman's laughter was heard behind her.

Mother and son turned their heads and saw a young and beautiful woman holding a little boy who looked like a little gentleman.

"I'm sorry, I just heard your son's words, and I couldn't help it. It's just so cute. I envy you. The woman said familiarly, staring at the little meat bun with a pair of eyes, her eyes were full of stars, and it could be seen that she was covered with blood on her face by the little meat bun.

"Your son is also very cute, like a little gentleman."

The woman smiled and said, "My son is good at everything, but he is too boring and doesn't like to talk." Oh, I forgot to introduce, my name is Li Siyu, and this is my son Zhou Yi'an. This year, I am enrolled in a small class. ”

"Ye Ziqi, my son Qin Chuyao. This year, I also took a small class. ”

Li Siyu suddenly realized: "You are ......"

"Shh Ye Ziqi made a gesture, and Li Siyu understood in seconds.

"I said how it looks familiar, it turns out to be really ...... Disrespectful and disrespectful. Li Siyu stretched out his hand.

After the two shook hands amicably, they took their son to the kindergarten together.

Children walk in the front, and adults talk in the back.

Xiao Roubao looked curiously at Zhou Yi'an, who was about the same age as himself, in front of him, "My name is Qin Chuyao, whoever dares to bully you in the future can find me." I can help you beat him. ”

Zhou Yi'an looked at him for a long time before he spoke: "No, no one can bully me." ”

Xiao Meatbao didn't care about this, and asked curiously: "Your mother said that you don't like to talk, is it true?" Why don't you like to talk? ”

"They're so stupid." Zhou Yi'an said coolly, and after glancing at him a few times with a pair of dark eyes, he continued: "You're not stupid." ”

Ye Ziqi heard what Zhou Yi'an said with his little milk bag, and raised a thumbs up directly at Li Siyu, "Your son is better." ”

Li Siyu smiled helplessly.

"Has Ian ever done an IQ test?" Ye Ziqi always felt that the IQ of Yi'an Xiao's milk bag was not low.

“240。”

Ye Ziqi was a little surprised, "It's really good." ”

Li Siyu said with a smile: "I won't look low when I look at Chu Yao." ”

“210。” Ye Ziqi said with a smile: "I thought his IQ was high enough, but I didn't expect to meet a higher one today." These two little demons will be suffered by us in the future. ”

The last sentence directly speaks of the 'tragedy' of being a high-IQ parent, the tragedy of being crushed by a small milk bag.