On the way to the classroom, the man coughed twice and felt so nervous when he held the student's hand for the first time.
"Miss Jia, your hands are sweating."
Xiaomao earned hard, broke his hand from the palm of the man's palm, and took his colorful apron edge. "Mr. Jia, my mother has a bad temper. Don't mind."
The man suddenly felt that he seemed to be a student to be assessed, and he was not sensitive to what the little guy said, especially when she mentioned Mommy.
And under the body of the ghost spirit spirit when he does not pay attention to is covering the mouth to steal to smile.
"No way..." The man rubbed his wet and greasy palms with some embarrassment, "I see your mother works very hard, she should be very busy?"
"Well." The little meow held her head in deep hatred, and her voice was waxy and waxy: "mommy has to be busy with her work and take care of me. She has no time to fall in love."
"In love?"
The man listened to these three words, his eyes opened a little bit, "is your mother divorced?"
Speaking of this, he felt that it was not good to inquire about this kind of privacy from a child of five or six years old, so he hastily set his hand to explain, "the teacher has no other meaning, you can not answer this question."
But the small meow curved the eyes to smile, but did not seem to mind, magnanimously admitted, "my mother has not been married, she has not made a boyfriend."
"Then you..." The teacher steps a meal, staring at the small guy under the body, a face of blankness.
"I was adopted by mommy, not born by her."
On this issue, Xiaomao is not shy because she doesn't think that her adopted daughter's status is inferior to that of her biological daughter. At least, Gong Qi can give it to her, and now most ordinary families can't even give it.
However, the man who quickly combed this relationship had a look in his eyes. He couldn't help pinching the little guy's round face with his hand. "That little meow is really lucky to meet such a good mother as Miss Gong."
Xiaomao also agreed and nodded. They went all the way to the classroom. Before entering the door, the little guy pointed to the bathroom again, "teacher, I want to wash my hands. Please go first."
He even bowed down politely and trotted away.
The man stood at the door of the classroom, staring at the little Lori, who was wearing a skirt and carrying a yellow duck schoolbag. He couldn't help but smile.
The mother is so excellent and charming, and the daughter is so lovely and polite. It would be a lucky thing to be the master of this family.
On the other side, Xiaomiao pushes open the door of the bathroom. The first thing she does when she stands on the washstand is to pull out the phone watch from her schoolbag. After finding the contact person, she quickly dials the phone and goes out, "Uncle Gu Zheng, are you in trouble..."
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About three minutes later, after washing his hands, the little guy came out with his schoolbag on his back. The proud smile on his face made the passing parents mistakenly think that the child was picking up money.
Gong Qi took the bag and went back to the garage downstairs. Originally, he planned to go home first and change a pair of shoes that fit well before coming out. However, thinking that the road was too time-consuming, he only drove to a nearby Starbucks, where he ordered a cup of coffee and continued to deal with the unfinished work.
After calculating the time, he turned back again before class. After waiting for about three or five minutes, a group of children swarmed out.
She stood against the wall, and when she saw that people were almost empty, she lifted her feet to the classroom. Then, in the middle of the classroom, she saw a little kitten cat, and a teacher who was bending down to explain something patiently.
She leaned against the door without disturbing her.
After waiting for another two minutes, they looked at each other and laughed at each other. Then the man who straightened up seemed to see the person waiting at the door, smiling and sorry: "Xiaomao came to learn on the first day. Many things need to be taught from the most basic, so I'm sorry for the delay."
Gong Qi raised his feet and walked forward, staring at the colorful little face under his body. He could not help bending his eyebrows and eyes. "We should be embarrassed to delay the teacher's time."
"Said the little guy took the bag and painting tools in his hand, but he didn't hold it firmly. The teacher rushed forward and took over the paint." I'll give it to you. Look at your white clothes. It's dirty and can't be washed off. "
Gong Qi felt that her palms were wet and greasy. When she spread it out, she saw some mottled paint marks. She instinctively twisted her eyebrows and wanted to take a paper towel from her bag to wipe it. But her hands were dirty, so she couldn't avoid rubbing anything.
When he was hesitating, the teacher had already responded and turned to the platform to find something to do with the wet wipes. However, as soon as he stepped out, his side eyes saw a shadow flash in from the door of the classroom.
"Give it to me."
A man dressed in casual clothes, but wearing an extraordinary aura, his face with polite but domineering smile, three or two steps to the woman, and then from the pocket took out the wet tissue, facing her spread out his palm, "give me your hand."Gong Qi raised his head after hearing the speech, and was surprised in his eyes.
Her painted hand was curled up firmly in front of her body, and she didn't seem to want to reach out.
After the standoff for a moment, the man reached over and gently grasped her wrist. Then he put the wet paper towel into her palm and wiped it carefully.
The deliberate gentle movement and expression startled the woman in front of her with goose bumps.
"Well, I'll do it myself."
She grabbed the tissue, wiped it quickly, and then threw it into the garbage basket next to her.
In the end, I didn't forget to stare at the man strangely.
On the other side, the teacher, who had just stepped onto the platform, saw Gu Zheng come in. He was a little surprised, and then he was full of vigilance. He took back the hand that stretched out to the hole in the platform table, stood up straight and said politely, "is this
"Miss Jia, this is my uncle Gu Zheng, a good friend of Mommy."
The first person to respond is xiaomeow.
The little guy was smiling and blinking his eyes. After saying that, he threw himself into Gu Zheng's arms. "Uncle Gu Zheng, how did you come?"
Gu Zheng reached out to pick up Xiaomiao. He rubbed some paint on his body, but he didn't seem to care too much. He put out his hand and rubbed it on the face of the little guy. "I'll take you and mommy to my house for dinner, xiaohuamiao."
Eat?
Gong Qi holds his chest in both hands and looks at this big and small acting school, but he has already seen through everything.
Gu Zheng's three or two words let the teacher in front of him understand that their relationship is not as simple as ordinary friends. If you look at the valuable clothes of the man in front of him, you will know that he has no hope.
He was a little embarrassed and lost with a smile, "it turned out to be Miss Gong's friend. Since you still have something to do, I won't disturb you."
He handed out the paint box that had been cleaned with a rag, and saw Gu Zheng take it with a free hand.
After that, Gu Zheng took Xiaomao and walked out of the classroom side by side with Gong Qi. As soon as the woman left the room, she revealed, "you two are playing in front of me. Who wants to eat with you at home?"
Gu Zheng is aggrieved. He puts Xiaomao down and tries to take his mobile phone out of his pocket to explain, "my father specially called me and asked me to invite Miss Gong to have lunch. He said that he had just sent a pile of seafood back from abroad, thinking that Xiaomao liked to eat it."
The words did not finish, the body of the small meow has taken the lead to saliva.
Gu Zheng observed Gong Qi's expression. Seeing that she was still indifferent, he pretended to turn on the mobile phone again. "Well, if Miss Gong doesn't want to give this face, I'll call him right now."
He said, has opened the address book, made to call the appearance, but see the other side just embrace chest, face calmly pick eyebrow to look at him.
"I really hit..."
Throat up and down, see the other side indifferent, he has shown a bit of calm.
"You fight."
Gong Qi raised his chin and motioned him to continue.
Here in Gong Qi, this man's usual tricks are not workable, but he seldom has a memory. He has to suffer a loss every time before he is secretly upset.
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