Situ Ranran finally came out of the locker room, she was wearing a baby pink ballet, holding a small pink schoolbag in her arms, she ran towards Ye Tushen, and beautifully turned around in front of him.

"Uncle bought it, Ran Ran likes it very much."

Jiang Yang's gaze subconsciously swept to Situ Ranran's dance costume, the child's skin was tender, and with the pink and tender color, it was like a small flower, playful and tight.

However, he really has a soft spot for pink.

Jiang Yang's gaze quietly moved to Ye Tushen's body.

He squatted down, gently stroked the little girl's head with his big hand, his eyes turned into a warm light, and softly, stopped on the little girl, his eyes were full of love: "Ran Ran is very cute." ”

His consistently cold voice, with a bit of pretended childish tone, gives people a very contrasting feeling.

Ye Tushen really liked the little girl in front of him, she had never seen him so patient with anyone.

Involuntarily, Jiang Yang recalled the little life that had not yet taken shape in her body, and her eyes lowered uncomfortably.

"I didn't expect the second master to like children so much."

Her voice interrupted the interaction between Ye Tushen and Situ Ranran, Ye Tushen raised his eyebrows impatiently, and his cold gaze shot towards her.

He sneered: "Divide people, such as those born by you, I don't like them." ”

His words were like inch by inch fine needles, piercing into the depths of Jiang Yang's heart, and the pain was almost suffocating.

Jiang Yang turned his head to the side, his shoulders trembling.

Ye Tu lowered his eyes deeply, his eyes were melted with tenderness, and he continued to tease the little girl happily, and the two of them were never tired of it.

No one noticed Jiang Yang's abnormality.

When the time was almost up, Situ Ranran pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, I can't play with you, Ran Ran is going to class." ”

Ye Tushen smiled: "Okay, then you have a good class, and your uncle will come to pick you up later." ”

He stood up, his gaze resting on Jiang Yang's body, and his eyebrows tightened.

"Teacher Jiang?"

Jiang Yang turned around in a hurry, "What's wrong." ”

The tails of her eyes turned red, and her lips trembled as she spoke.

Ever cried?

Ye Tushen's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

She is still the same, crying and hypocritical.

Jiang Yang's reaction was in his eyes, but he didn't make the next move, his eyes slid away indifferently, he said goodbye to Situ Ranran again, and left.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the room, and gradually dissipated.

"Teacher Jiang, it's time to start class."

As soon as Ye Tushen left, the little girl returned to a "cold" appearance.

Jiang Yang did not delay, calmed down his emotions, and immediately began teaching.

During the break, Situ Ranran rarely took the initiative to chat with Jiang Yang.

Children are pure-hearted and can say whatever they want.

chatted and chatted about Ye Tushen.

Situ Ranran: "Teacher Jiang, do you like your uncle?" ”

The little girl blinked at Jiang Yang with a pair of sparkling eyes, which were full of curiosity.

Jiang Yang paused and pursed her lips, did she hide it badly, even the children could see it?

Jiang Yang shook his head, and his voice was obscure: "I don't like it." ”

"My mother said that there are many people like people like my uncle, doesn't Mr. Jiang like it?"

The little girl asked her in a sweet voice, which made Jiang Yang have some illusions of being tortured.

She was stunned, shook her head again, and still answered the same way: "I don't like it." ”

She's just a little upset.

"It's good if you don't like it, my uncle is very good, and Mr. Jiang is not worthy of my uncle."

Her soft tone was proud and sarcastic.

She is proud that she has a powerful uncle.

The irony is Jiang Yang's humble family background.