Children don't know how to worry."

This is probably the biggest misconception adults have about children.

Won't you have any worries when you're young? Of course not, it's just that they are more simple and coaxing, and a few illogical lies can make them believe the truth.

"Sister-in-law, I also know it's just a child's fight, but ...... My Bao'er is young, and her father is not around, so you can also persuade Sanskrit, okay?"

In the long-lost home in his memory, Shen Fanyin felt like a wisp of wandering spirit, floating to see the past.

Ms. Shen was young and beautiful back then, and she was holding her in her arms, and apologized to the woman who came to the door to ask for an explanation: "I'm sorry, girl, this girl has been spoiled by me since she was a child, is Bao'er okay?" Shall I take her to the hospital?"

Ms. Shen's gentle tone made Shen Fanyin shiver.

When she was feeling a chill, Xiao Fanyin opened her mouth to defend: "Mom, don't apologize! She was the one who snatched the doll Mu Mu gave me first! I don't want to play with her!"

The person who came looked embarrassed, and he was stunned for a long time, and there was only one sentence over and over again: "How could Bao'er rob your things?"

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, Nie Feng went home.

He casually asked the ins and outs, and then said to Xiao Fanyin, "You are so old, what kind of doll do you play with? Just give it to Sister Boa."

"I don't want it! That was bought for me by Mu Mu's mother from France!"

Little Fanyin is not very old, but like a little lion, he bravely defends his treasure.

"No, no, no, how can we ask for Sanskrit sounds? I was just...... Bao'er is seriously injured, so I'll go back and apply medicine to her first. Sister-in-law, I'll go first."

The woman left, Nie Feng felt faceless, and began to talk about the big truth with Xiao Fanyin.

What should be kind, humble, and caring for the young......

Xiao Fanyin nodded obediently, responded one by one, and held the doll without letting go.

It seems that she is afraid that she will give away the doll if she is not at home, so she took the doll to school the next day.

Maybe she didn't like the doll that much, she just didn't want to give it to others.

A week later, Nie Bao'er, who had been beaten, held a doll that was exactly the same as hers, and raised her chin to show off to her: this was bought for her by her father.

Little Fanyin: "Is your dad coming home? That's great, someone will be able to do your homework with you in the future, and my grandma finally won't have to teach you multiplication tables."

Nie Bao'er cried again.

Her mom is here again.

Xiao Fanyin was poured another big truth. jj.br>

Shen Fanyin smiled.

Ms. Shen and she were so stupid back then.

How can a multiplication table be taught by a university professor?

The so-called tutoring is just a means for the woman to stuff Nie Bao'er into their house and make her grandmother like Nie Bao'er.

But she didn't know that every time Nie Bao'er opened her ignorant eyes and pretended to be stupid at her grandmother, her grandmother would only think that her little Yinyin was the smartest cub in the world, and it would be a waste to study the Riemann conjecture if she didn't inherit her mantle in the future.

The scene in front of him became blurry, and in an instant, Shen Fanyin saw that he had grown up.

She was wearing a high school uniform and stood at the bottom of the teaching building waiting for Nie Feng to pick her up.

Originally, she didn't need her parents to pick her up, but it suddenly rained that evening, and they didn't bring an umbrella.

Su Mu was picked up by Su Ze, and she wanted to send Xiao Fanyin home, but Xiao Fanyin said that her father was coming to pick her up.

Not long after Su Mu left, Nie Feng arrived.

He held an umbrella and held one in his hand, hurried over, and asked her with a smile if she was in a hurry.

As soon as Xiao Fanyin took the umbrella, someone next to her fell into a puddle because of crowding.

Coincidentally, it's Nie Baoer again.

Nie Feng stuffed the umbrella to Xiao Fanyin, picked up Nie Bao'er, and walked into the rain curtain.

At that time, Nie Baoer had already moved, and her house was in two directions.

Xiao Fanyin watched her father carry her away, and she didn't feel sad, but a little relaxed.

She hummed a song, tread water, and braved the rain into the dark alley.

"Kid, do me a favor."

"Kid, can you lend me your phone?"

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"Net profit in the first quarter of this year increased by 16.8% year-on-year, of which ......"

In the spacious conference room, Jing Zeheng sat at the conference table, frowning slightly and listening to these numbers that he had already memorized.

His mind was in turmoil.

The children had no news at all, and they didn't know how they were doing.

He glanced at his phone, and the last message was sent to him by Shen Fanyin's driver, forty-seven minutes ago, Shen Fanyin entered the gate of Zeng's house.

It's been almost an hour and there hasn't been any more news.

Jing Zeheng was a little irritable, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Ahem."

Jing Hui's warning cough sounded in his ears.

Jing Zeheng looked sideways and saw Jing Hui staring at him with extremely dissatisfied eyes.

Open the board of directors to fiddle with the mobile phone, does he dare to be a little more outrageous?

Jing Zeheng's expression was calm, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at his phone.

Jinghui: "......"

Just when he wanted to give Jing Zeheng a kick under the table, he suddenly stood up.

His already tightly knit brow furrowed even tighter, and his face was so bad that the directors instinctively opened the stock market software.

"Ahem," Jing Hui cleared his throat again, his eyes full of warning, "Jing Zeheng, is there something wrong with you?"

"Unaccompanied."

Jing Zeheng picked up his phone and walked out, striding as if he was going to save the world.

Jinghui's eyes widened, and he looked at his back in disbelief.

He really wanted to bring this rebel back, but the directors were still watching, and he couldn't go crazy with him.

Jing Zeheng suddenly stopped and turned around.

Jinghui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay, this kid still knows what it is.

As a result, he heard Jing Zeheng say, "Second uncle, you are with me."

Jinghui: "......?"

It's not enough for him to go crazy himself, and he has to drag another person?

Jing Yao frowned slightly and reminded in a low voice, "Ah Heng, open the board of directors!" I'll talk about that later."

Jing Zeheng only said three words, and Jing Yao jumped up from the chair and rushed out with a smoke.

The conference room returned to quiet, and Jing Hui pulled the corners of his mouth with a dry smile: "Let them get busy, let's continue."

"Chairman, this ......"

Jinghui sank his face: "What? Do you have something to do with it?"

The director, who was delusional about raising objections, simply shut up.

Jing Hui's attitude changed not because of Jing Zeheng or Jing Hui, but because what Jing Zeheng said was-

"Shen Fanyin."

If it weren't for the situation, Jinghui himself would want to go out.

He also began fiddling with his phone, trying to find out what was going on.

But no one paid any attention to him.

When Jing Yao and Jing Zeheng arrived at Zeng's house, Zeng's house was in chaos.

Zeng Wanwan was crying, and wanted to cut Miao Kun; Zeng Mao hugged her for fear that she would hurt herself; Zeng Lao twisted his eyebrows and scolded them, telling them to shut up and not to argue.

They didn't care what the Zeng family looked like, and rushed into Zeng Wanwan's bedroom quickly, and saw Shen Fanyin, who was still sitting on the ground, well-behaved and quiet.

Lu Lu's face was already frighteningly white, and beads of sweat the size of beans hung on his forehead, already at the end of the crossbow.

Zeng Lao wanted to follow up, but was stopped by Jing Yao, he shook his head lightly, and motioned for Zeng Lao to take care of Zeng Wanwan first.

Zeng Lao glanced at Zeng Wanwan, who still had the strength to cry, and was not very worried.

It's okay if she can cry or make trouble, she just needs some time to stabilize her broken emotions.

Compared with Zeng Wanwan, Shen Fanyin's condition is more worrying.

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Chapter 202: Three-year-old looks old and reads for free.