Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 191 That young man (1st update, please support)

Behind him, Jia Qing was also shocked by the words of his two cousins.

However, he was still thinking about his current identity as a child, so he answered at the right time: "Humph, this is my mother."

"My mother is the best in the world."

The little guy's arrogant tone made Wen Nian extremely happy.

The distance between Nian Nian Clothes and Nian Nian School is not too far, and it didn’t take long for the first grade and the third grade student to arrive at the school gate.

Mr. Yun, who was on duty in the guard room making an annual report, raised his head from the report when he heard the news...

Just in time to see Wen Nian stand on one leg, he carefully picked up one of the children.

"Hey, hey, Wen Nian, please slow down."

When Mr. Yun saw this scene, he quickly came out, helped her hold the car with one hand, and helped another child on the front bumper with the other hand.

But his eyes were nervously staring at the swaying Jia Qing behind him.

Fortunately, there was a child seat in the back seat. The child held onto his mother's seat with both hands. No matter how the front rocked, he waited calmly and quietly.

"Mr. Yun, thank you."

Wen Nian moved very quickly and put the two children on the ground in a few moments. Only then did he have the opportunity to get out of the car and turn to look at his sweaty little son.

"Is Qing'er okay?"

She asked a little worriedly, "Come on, Mom, give me a hug."

"Mom, I'm fine."

Jiaqing responded obediently, "It's very safe up there, I'm not afraid."

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

He picked up the child and kissed the sweaty pink face: "Why is my Qing'er so cute?"

Being kissed by her mother again, Jiaqing was a little embarrassed, but also a little happy.

Blushing Pupu broke away from her mother: "Mom, I want to go to the library to read."

"Okay, let's go."

Wen Nian didn't stop him, "Ying'er, Zhu'er, you can do whatever you like, but you can't make trouble with the teacher and brother Qing, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, aunt, we know."

The siblings behaved very well when faced with such an aunt.

"Yeah. Let's play."

Wen Nian held the car and looked at Mr. Yun, "Don't you want to take a break at noon?"

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

Mr. Yun waved his hand cheerfully, looked at her seriously and asked, "Is there anything else you have to do in the afternoon?"

"Mr. Wen is coming to school around two-thirty in the afternoon."

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

"Why are you here again?"

Mr. Yun couldn't help but complained, "Last time I came in and walked around and left in a hurry. Are you here for inspection today?"

"He didn't say."

Wen Nian shook his head and said, "But it doesn't sound like it from the tone."

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

"He called me to tell me about Director Gong's handling of the matter. Then he said he wanted to talk to me about something, but he didn't tell me what it was."

"That young man."

Mr. Yun muttered, "I also met through Lao and Zhuang. He is a junior of an old friend of Lao and Zhuang. He seems to work in the county government."

"The character of a junior recognized by Lao and Zhuang should be fine."

"Okay, I understand."

Wen Nian nodded, "You can do whatever you want, I'll go back and continue writing stories for you."

After saying this, 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 leave quickly.

She wanted to laugh when she thought of the way these old people kept urging her for the classic stories she told them.

"Crack, boom..."

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, and along with the rain came this thunder.

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

He put down his pen and rubbed the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows, stood up and closed the window, picked up an old-fashioned umbrella and went out.

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

(End of chapter)