Behind him, Jiaqing was also thundered by the words of the two cousins.

However, he was always thinking about his current identity as a child, and answered at the right time: "Hmph, this is my mother." ”

"My mom is the best and best in the world."

The little guy's arrogant tone was so pleasant to listen to Wen Nian.

The distance between Niannian clothing and Nianxiang School was not too far, and it didn't take long for one of the three elementary schools to arrive at the gate of the school.

Yun Lao, who was on duty in the guard room to read the newspaper, heard the movement and raised his head from the newspaper......

I happened to see Wen Nian supporting the ground on one leg, and carefully picked up one of the children.

"Hey, Wen Nian, slow down."

When Yun Lao saw this picture, he hurriedly came out of it, helping her to hold the car with one hand and helping another child on the front bar with the other.

His eyes were nervously staring at the swaying Jiaqing behind him.

Fortunately, there was a child seat in the back seat, and the child grabbed his mother's seat with both hands, and no matter how much the front swayed, he waited calmly and quietly.

"Yun Lao, thank you."

Wen Nian moved quickly, and put the two children on the ground in a few clicks, so that he had a chance to get out of the car and turn his head to look at his little son who was sweating.

"Is Qing'er okay?"

She asked a little worriedly, "Come, mom hug." ”

"Mom, I'm fine."

Jiaqing responded obediently, "It's very stable on this, I'm not afraid." ”

Seeing the little guy say these words seriously, Wen Nian's heart melted.

picked up the child and kissed the sweaty pink face: "Why is my family Qing'er so cute." ”

was kissed by his mother again, and Jiaqing was a little embarrassed and a little happy.

The little blushing Pu Pu broke free from his mother: "Mom, I'm going to the library to read a book." ”

"Okay, let's go."

Wen Nian didn't stop him, "Ying'er, Zhu'er, you can do whatever you like, you just can't make trouble with the teacher and Brother Qing, you know?" ”

"Auntie, don't worry, we know."

The sisters and brothers behaved very well-behaved in the face of such an aunt.

"Hmm. Let's play. ”

Wen Nian leaned on the car and looked at Yun Lao, "You don't take a break at noon?"

"Hey, I've been squinting for a while."

Yun Lao waved his hand happily, looked at her seriously and asked, "Is there anything else to be busy in the afternoon?" ”

"At about half past two in the afternoon, Mr. Wen is coming to school."

Facing this elder, Wen Nian didn't hide it, "I don't know what to do." ”

"Why are you here again?"

Yun Lao couldn't help but complain, "Last time I entered the door, I took a turn and left in a hurry, and I came to inspect today?" ”

"He didn't say it."

Wen Nian shook his head and said, "But it doesn't seem like that tone." ”

"By the way, Old Yun, do you know what this Mr. Wen does?"

"On the way, he called and told Director Gong about the results, and then said that he wanted to talk to me about something, but the other party didn't say anything specific."

"The young man."

Yun Lao groaned, "I also met through Lao Zhuang, a junior of an old friend of Lao Zhuang, who seems to work in the county government. ”

"The younger generation who is recognized by Lao Zhuang should have no problem with his character."

"Okay, I see."

Wen Nian bowed his head, "You are always casual, I will go back and continue to write stories for you." ”

When the words fell, she pushed the cart away without waiting for the old man to reply.

She knew that even if she didn't leave, the old man would urge her to go quickly.

Thinking of these old people, she wants to laugh because of the classic stories in her mouth, the way she constantly urges her.

"Click, boom......"

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a sudden torrential rain in the sky, and along with the rain came this earth-shattering thunder.

Wen Nian looked up from the immersive writing and looked out the window.

Put down the pen and rub the bridge of your nose and eyebrows, get up and close the window, grab an old-fashioned umbrella and go out.

In this weather, I don't know where the children are.

(End of chapter)