Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 951 Eccentric

The next day, when the geniuses were brightened, they were awakened by the loud speakers in the yard.

Song Yi: "Yuyao, Xinrou, are you awake?"

"call--"

Tang Xinrou suddenly sat up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and looked around blankly.

who am I? where am I? What should I do?

"Get up soon, or you will miss your breakfast."

"Um... OK."

Tang Xinrou tilted her head and knocked her head, trying to get rid of the unconsciousness in her mind.

She squinted and began to fumble for her clothes.

When I put on my clothes, I crawled out of bed like a wandering spirit, and suddenly found out—

"Where are you?!"

Why is the bed next to her empty?

Song Yi called in a circle, and as soon as she came downstairs, she ran into Song Yaoya who had come back from a run.

She was dumbfounded, "Faint, you got up so early?"

Song Yao smiled shyly, "I recognize the bed (person), so I can't sleep and just get up and exercise."

"I really envy you young people, who are energetic every day." Song Yi sighed.

"Morning."

The magnetic young voice sounded from behind, Song Yi's eyes lit up when he heard the voice, and he greeted enthusiastically, "Morning."

At this time, other people also got up one after another and came down from the upper floor.

Tang Xinrou was in a daze, she walked over and leaned on Song Yaoyao.

She is a head taller than Song Yaoyao, beside Song Yaoyao, she really can't make people think of Xiaoniaoyiren.

"Baby, when did you get up? It's too early?"

She slept late yesterday and she didn't get enough sleep at all.

"Five o'clock."

"Five o'clock?! I serve!"

Tang Xinrou knocked on the skull, holding Song Yaoyao and acting like a baby, "I'm so sleepy~"

"Pigs are more diligent than you."

"What are you putting—" Tang Xinrou flew over with a whistling eye knife, "Colorful fart."

Luo Xingguang pointed to the camera, "Attention, I'm shooting."

"Humph!"

Tang Xinrou rubbed Song Yaoyao, "I don't know someone in general."

"Good morning."

Pan Shiyu was the last one to come down. He stood on the stairs and looked at the youthful, beautiful, childish faces below, and instantly produced a kind of: "Am I taking a kindergarten?"

And the following people are the kids waiting to be fed.

"puff……"

Song Yi said: "Teacher Pan, then I may be a repeater in kindergarten or a nail household."

Dong Wen wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

Pan Shiyu, "Where are you here? Compared to me, you are all children."

He walked to the kitchen, "Come on, guests, please order food. What do you want to eat in the morning?"

Song Yaoyao was the first to raise his hand, "Strawberry cake!!!"

Yesterday Pan Shiyu made a small cake in order to welcome her. Song Yaoyao didn't enjoy it.

"cough……"

Pan Shiyu couldn't help but couldn't help but say, "You are pretty, you really love sweets, but in the morning, you still have to eat something healthy."

Song Yaoyao's expression was visible to the naked eye, let's go down.

"Make it for you in the afternoon, for afternoon tea."

In a word, Song Yaoyao immediately resurrected with blood.

"Thank you Teacher Pan!!"

After getting along last night and today, everyone dared to joke Pan Shiyu.

Hearing this, he immediately pretended not to accept: "Teacher Pan is partial!"

"The guest hasn't ordered a meal yet!"

Pan Shiyu: "Guests or something, just listen. You were guests yesterday, and you have to work today."

Everyone: "..."

The pancake I ate at the end of the breakfast was a small bowl of porridge per person, with dried radish made by Pan Shiyu himself.

Through the huge glass window, watching the autumn rain patter outside and the sound of hitting the ground, it was very pleasant.

(End of this chapter)