Song Nuan froze in place alone, and Song's father's last words kept echoing in his ears.

- Dad doesn't want you anymore

Right...... At the beginning, the woman left without looking back, but it was Father Song who pulled her so big.

Some time ago, he said that he wanted to send her to study abroad, but she wanted to make money as soon as possible, so she refused.

A breeze blew, awakening Song Nuan's thoughts.

She took a step forward and picked up the key on her desk, clutching it in her palm.

……

In the following days, Song Nuan moved out of the Song Mansion under the pretext that his family had accommodation at work.

As soon as she left, the happiest person was Mother Song.

Song's father bought her a small villa, which was enough for one person to live in.

Finally tidying up the room, Song Nuan sank into the soft mattress and breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she suddenly sat up from the bed, picked up her phone and looked at the account balance.

Seeing that the account balance had risen by 100,000, he breathed a sigh of relief again.

This is the money she made last time she sold design drawings, and she went to several sellers to sell it at this price, it seems that the other party is still a connoisseur and knows the goods.

On the second day, as soon as Song Nuan arrived at the kindergarten, a girl named Xiaoqi in the next class ran to her feet.

"Teacher Song, Teacher Song."

Song Nuan put down her satchel, squatted down, and asked kindly, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiaoqi stretched out her short index finger and pointed in the direction of the toilet.

"Wang Ziming has been going to the toilet for an hour, and he hasn't come out yet."

It's been an hour, and that really shouldn't be.

"Really? Then the teacher went to see. ”

Song Nuan patted Xiaoqi on the shoulder, signaled her to rest assured, and walked to the men's toilet with canvas shoes.

"Wang Ziming, are you in there?"

The door of the men's toilet was ajar, and Song Nuan stood at the door and shouted, but there was no response.

She couldn't help frowning slightly, she was a teacher, and the safety of her students was very important, and she couldn't take care of anything else.

As soon as he pushed open the door and was about to go inside, a basin of cold water fell from the sky.

"Whoa—"

"Bang-"

The former is the sound of water, and the latter is the sound of a plastic basin containing water falling to the ground.

In just a second, the cold water soaked through Song Nuan's clothes, and his whole body was wet.

Water droplets run down your hair.

Song Nuan gasped, her body trembled, her eyes wandered in the men's toilet, it was empty, and she didn't find Wang Ziming's child.

Looking back, I saw the little girl named Xiaoqi standing in place and laughing.

Song Nuan stood in Director Li's office, looking a little embarrassed.

Director Li handed her a clean bath towel, leaned against the desk, and put her hands around her chest.

"It's a bit of a bad thing."

"It's more than a little bit bad." Song Nuan complained and dried his hair with a bath towel.

Recalling the girl's behavior, Song Nuan only felt angry.

"Principal, this matter must be dealt with seriously."

"How to deal with it seriously?" Director Li looked embarrassed, "Teacher Song, do you know how hard Xiaoqi's family background is?" Another 20 percent of our kindergarten funds are sponsored by her family. ”

"However, Xiaoqi, she is still young, we are teachers, she should correct her for doing such a bad thing, and she can't be allowed to make mistakes again and again."

Director Li shook his head: "I can't afford to provoke it." ”

In the past few days, although Xiaoqi is in the next class, Song Nuan still knows a little about her.

Because of her family's good conditions, she has been held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, as long as she points out something bad about her, she will definitely go home and complain.