In the haze, the curly-haired woman left without looking back with her shoulder bag......

"Mom-"

The voice pierced the dream, and Song Nuan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of fear, and the white ceiling in front of her told her that she was dreaming just now.

No, it's not a dream, it's what really happened fourteen years ago.

She was seven years old that year, and she and her mother had been living a hard life of hiding from debts, and she didn't complain a word about the days when she was hiding in Tibet, because she was very relieved that her mother was there. Until one day, she learned that her biological father was Song Haowei, who was in charge of the Song Group, and she was just an illegitimate daughter, she was stunned, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while. Immediately afterwards, she was sent to the Song family, and her mother never came back.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Song Nuan hurriedly rubbed his moist eyes, got up and went to open the door.

The person who knocked on the door was none other than Song Mu's servant Xiaolan.

Xiaolan was sent to serve Mother Song when she was nine years old, and now she has been serving for more than ten years, and she is also half of Mother Song's daughter.

She looked Song Nuan up and down disdainfully, and said in an unkind tone: "Second Miss is really a blessing, it's almost noon, and she hasn't gotten up yet." ”

Song Nuan rolled her eyes: "If you have a fart, let it go." ”

She never took this doggy little servant seriously. However, relying on Mother Song, she was so bold that she dared to talk to her like this.

"Madame asked me to tell you that an important guest will come to visit the house tonight, so don't show up."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the room was closed without hesitation, Xiaolan looked at the wooden door in front of her face, shook her body, and her face became more and more ugly.

……

Song Nuan didn't even eat lunch, so she took a taxi with the lesson plan materials and left.

Standing at the door of the first organ kindergarten in Lincheng, she took a deep breath and strode inside.

On the playground, two teachers were playing games with a group of children, and when they saw Song Nuan, they whispered.

Dean Li of the kindergarten stood at the top of the stairs to greet Song Nuan warmly and handed her a carnation.

Song Nuan took the pink carnation and bent over: "Hello, Director Li, I'm Song Nuan." ”

"Mmmm, I know, a top student at Lincheng University."

Director Li nodded, looking at Song Nuan's eyes full of approval.

She found a lot of people and wasted a lot of energy before she poached Song Nuan, who had just graduated.

Now when I see a real person, it really gives people a sense of stability.

Principal Li took Song Nuan upstairs and walked to the door of a class.

"Teacher Song, this is the class arranged for you, and it will depend on you in the future. I'm still in a hurry to have a meeting, you go shopping by yourself first, and after class in a while, let's go and get acquainted with the children! ”

"Okay."

After Principal Li left, Song Nuan looked at the class through the glass of the doors and windows, and she counted them carefully, a total of twenty-one children, all of whom sat in their places seriously, looking up at the teacher on the podium.

It would take ten minutes to get out of class, and Song Nuan went downstairs to walk around the kindergarten.

After all, it is an aristocratic kindergarten, covering a very large area, with many classes, and the bell has not yet finished a circle.

Song Nuan was about to go home, but ran into two teachers who were in the playground just now.

Out of politeness, Song Nuan smiled at them.

Who knows, the two teachers said unpleasant words, "You are the illegitimate daughter of the Song family?" ”

Song Nuan's smile was still undiminished, she tilted her head innocently, and said, "Hello, my name is Song Nuan." ”

Over the years, what she has heard the most is an illegitimate daughter, who knows that her name is Song Nuan?

"I heard that you took over the sunflower class, the most elite class in our kindergarten, as soon as you came?" One of the teachers had his hands on his chest.

Sunflower class? Song Nuan raised her eyebrows. She seemed to remember, she saw the nameplate at the door of the class just now, and it was indeed "Sunflower", as for whether it was an elite class, she didn't know, and she also obeyed the arrangement.