Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Worried that something unexpected might happen to Qingqing, Luo Chenze did not dare to delay and soon arrived at the kindergarten.

The children are taking a handicraft class, and teacher Xiaoyun is teaching them how to make handmade dolls.

Nanzi and Qingqing were sitting in the front row, but Qingqing was a little distracted and kept thinking about what happened in the morning.

In fact, Qingqing didn't feel scared, but she was afraid that it would bring some trouble to Luo Chenze.

The little uncle is so busy all day long. If he knew that he had caused such a big trouble, he didn't know how much he would have to worry about himself.

What's more, my uncle had warned him before that not to let Nanzi's father see his face.

Even though Qingqing always remembered her uncle's words, something that worried her little uncle still happened.

Lowering her head, Qingqing fiddled with the rag doll in her hand, feeling secretly anxious. She also didn't notice the children's scissors placed on the table. When she was cutting the rag doll, she accidentally touched the scissors with her finger and scratched it. Off the skin.

"hiss--"

Qingqing frowned, but her face was a little dull, and she stared blankly at her bloodshot fingers.

Nanzi saw it first and quickly raised his hand to signal the teacher.

"Teacher Xiaoyun, Qingqing is injured."

As soon as these words came out, the children in the small class were all in a panic. They looked over one by one, chattering without knowing what they were talking about.

Teacher Xiaoyun waved her hand and calmed everyone down.

"Kids, don't panic, the teacher will take care of it."

After saying that, Teacher Xiaoyun came over anxiously.

"Qingqing, let the teacher take a look."

Teacher Xiaoyun squatted down, held Qingqing's hand and examined it carefully.

Fortunately, Qingqing's finger didn't bleed too much and was only scratched by the scissors.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Teacher Xiaoyun raised her eyes and said in a gentle voice: "Qingqing, it's not a serious injury. Can the teacher take care of it for you?"

Qingqing said nothing and nodded silently.

Seeing Qingqing acting so well-behaved, Teacher Xiaoyun touched her head.

When Teacher Xiaoyun was about to take Qingqing to the office, Nanzai took out a Doraemon band-aid from his schoolbag.

"Teacher, I have a band-aid here."

Teacher Xiaoyun looked happy, "Nanzai, how did you get this?"

Qingqing turned her head when she heard Nanzi's words and looked at him quietly.

Nanzi patted his schoolbag and said with a hint of pride, "Daddy prepared this for me."

A flash of sadness flashed in Qingqing's eyes.

Nanzi’s dad is really nice.

Unlike her, there are no parents around, only her little uncle.

Lowering her head, Qingqing whispered thank you and did not look at Nanzi.

"You're welcome."

Nanzi said happily, and solemnly placed the band-aid in the palm of Teacher Xiaoyun's hand, "Teacher, here it is."

"So good!"

Teacher Xiaoyun praised him, skillfully took off the bandaid and put it on Qingqing's finger.

"Okay, Qingqing, don't worry too much, the wound will be healed tomorrow."

Qingqing nodded: "Thank you, Teacher Xiaoyun."

"It's okay, just don't use the scissors anymore."

Nanzi stretched out his little hand and said, "Qingqing, I can help you."

Looking up at Nanzi, Qingqing smiled unconsciously.

Seeing the two little babies smiling happily, Teacher Xiaoyun's heart softened.

"Okay, let's continue with the handicraft class."

After getting up, Teacher Xiaoyun clapped her hands and continued the half-way handicraft class.

Nan Zai really does what he says. Whenever he needs scissors, he will always prepare them for Qing Qing.

Qingqing took it every time and said thank you seriously.

The two worked well together, and the doll was quickly completed.

Teacher Xiaoyun was full of praise for their works and even showed them to the children to enjoy.

Just before the craft class ended, an uninvited guest disrupted the doll judging event.