Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

An Ran left the Fu family in tears.

But she was weeping silently, and reluctantly left with her manners. Every move was very etiquette, and even Fu Sishen couldn't single out a single mistake.

In fact, he wanted An Ran to follow the example of the heroine of a dog-blood TV series at 8 o'clock and say to him: "Fu Sishen, I hate you."

Then cried and ran away, determined that he would never forgive him again.

He must be super well-behaved by the time, even if he is a bachelor, he will never disturb others' peaceful life.

"Oh, what a pity..."

Life does not give him this opportunity to play.

"Oh..." Qing Qing felt funny, and followed his studies, leading Fu Sishen to pinch his face speechlessly: "Sighing at a young age, be careful to become an old woman."

"Uncle, Xiao Shen said that Qingqing is an old woman!" Qingqing puffed up her face and complained loudly.

His dad has gone home? !

Fu Sishen's body became stiff, and his neck was slowly lifted like a rusty machine, facing the pair of cold sharp eyes standing at the corner of the stairs.

"Dad...Dad...Dad..."

The words stammered are not clear.

Thinking about what he did just now, Fu Sishen was crying, and he was already waxing himself silently.

He is finished, he is really finished, remember to burn more paper money for him today next year.

"Do you want to be my dad?"

Fu Heng raised his eyebrows, no joy or anger could be heard in his deep, magnetic voice, but he was so frightened that Fu Sishen fought with his legs and almost fell down.

Fortunately, he still remembered that he had a baby bump in his arms, and if he dared to fall her, his reprieve would be directly executed.

"I dare not dare, how dare I dad, just now... it's just that my head suddenly flooded, talking nonsense, really, where did I dare to have such a rebellious idea?"

With a smile, Fu Sishen used practical actions to show what it means to be "conscientious."

"Heh... come to my company for work tomorrow."

With a sneer, Fu Heng went downstairs and hugged Qingqing in the arms of the dumbfounded Fu Sishen, and took her upstairs to play.

The youngest son is just idle, he doesn't have three or four all day long, and he dares to say such ridiculous things at will.

After a while, a terrible scream suddenly came from the Fu's villa.

"what sound?"

Qingqing curiously probed his head in Fu Heng's arms, but he pressed it down with his big hand, "It's okay, maybe a mouse got in the house."

"Qingqing doesn't like **** and dirty rats."

Her little face wrinkled in disgust, for fear of seeing the mouse, Qing Qing hurriedly buried her little head back.

Fu Heng walked into the study with Qingqing in his arms, placed her in front of a specially set low table, and motioned for her to sit down.

"Uncle wants to accompany Qingqing to paint?"

The little hand was stuffed into a small fountain pen, Qingqing looked curious.

She has already played painting during the day, but she doesn't really want to play too much, but if her uncle wants to play, Qingqing can play with him.

The little guy is quite considerate.

"If you don't paint, I will teach you to write your name."

The first thing before entering kindergarten is to learn to write your own name.

"Name? Qingqing knows how to write it." Qingqing didn't dare to pack other words, but she could write her own name.

Qing Qing can be proud.

Fu Heng was a little surprised when he heard this, and then he became interested again: "Qingqing can write? Then you can write it to me."

In order to prove himself, Qingqing immediately picked up the pen and wrote carefully on the Tianzi grid book stroke by stroke.

The strokes of the three characters ‘Gu Qingqing’ are a bit cumbersome, but Qingqing’s writing is very neat, which shows that he has really practiced it with great care.

"Very well written, Qingqing is great."

Fu Heng, who has never been stingy with complimenting children, immediately clapped the venue and made Qing Qing blushed with embarrassment, but he was very happy. The bright smile on the corner of his mouth was not lost.

"After Qingqing's knees are completely healed, will you accompany me to a place?"

Fu Heng patiently prepares Qingqing for school.

"Where to go? Is it fun?"

The focus of children's attention is simplicity.

"It's a place to learn, but there are many children playing with Qingqing. You can share snacks, share toys, and be good friends, and the child you visited today should be there."

"Brother Rice Cake!"

As soon as the rice cake was there, Qingqing's little milk voice was obviously overwhelmed with joy, and he seemed very happy.

Fu Heng: "..."

He suddenly didn't really want to send Qingqing to that kindergarten.

But such naive thoughts are just thoughts, and things that have already been decided will not change.

About half a month later, Qingqing’s leg injury was officially declared healed, and the matter of her being sent to kindergarten was officially put on the agenda.

It is mid-August, and there are still some days before the kindergarten officially starts.

However, Qingqing is a probationary student. In order to have more choices, she needs to enter the circle in advance.

If you don’t study well, you can change the kindergarten in time. If you study well, you can try something else. Maybe the next one is better?

Standing in kindergarten

At the door, Qing Qing really cried.

Simple children feel that they have been deceived by adults, are full of feelings of betrayal, and refuse to listen to any explanation at all.

"Uuuuu...Qingqing don't go to school, Qingqing doesn't like kindergarten, don't don't...wow..."

The little guy was really angry, his little hand slapped Fu Heng's shoulder, his legs were tightly clamped on him, and he refused to set foot on the kindergarten floor.

She cried miserably, Fu Heng felt distressed, and almost wanted to take the person back, so she couldn't tell.

Fortunately, the situation next to him abounds. One parent saw Fu Heng's withdrawal and kindly came to persuade him.

"Children have to go to school like this. We as parents have to be cruel and let him cry when we cry. We must go to school. If we cry and cry and let him not go to school, what should we do in the future? What to do when the child grows up? This is not loving the child, it is harming the child."

Even if Fu Heng feels distressed, he will not allow Qingqing not to go to school.

He took Qingqing off his arms slightly forcefully and handed it to the teacher who was waiting nearby.

"My child is a little squeamish, and I hope the teacher will take care of it."

A somewhat formulaic explanation can be seen in Fu Heng's solemn attitude. People who don't know think he is on a grand occasion and handed over important tokens.

Like a share contract...

"Please rest assured, we will take care of the Qingqing children."

When registering, each child will be issued a temporary badge so that the teacher can get to know the new child, so the teacher knows the name of Qingqing.

"Parents, please come here."

The trial period does not have to be a full day, just one morning. During this period, parents can choose to stay in the kindergarten and check the child's situation at all times.

However, in order for the children to adapt as soon as possible, the remaining parents cannot show up in front of the children and can only hide in a specially prepared monitoring room and use surveillance cameras to peek at their children.

For Qingqing, Fu Heng made a three-day trip specially.

For these three days, he didn't know how many nights he had stayed up, how many shifts he had added, and now he was still a little tired under his nose.

I only hope that Qingqing can succeed once, otherwise he may have to let his sons or brother-in-law come in the next three days.

Suddenly, Fu Heng, who wanted to retire early, rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Qingqing in the surveillance intently.

Qingqing choked and was carried into the classroom by the teacher, placed in a small seat, with a lollipop in his hand.

She cried and cried, but she ate candy by mistake, so she would have to howl twice after having two mouthfuls, and then continue to have two mouthfuls when she was tired.

"Hahaha...husband, look, this kid is too cute."

"Indeed, but our family Hanhan is also good, especially brave, and didn't cry."

"Uh...she cried."

"It's just that Hanhan's reaction is a little slow, hahaha..."

It may be that Qing Qing is so cute that it drew praise from a couple next to him. Fu Heng listened and cocked his lips secretly.

Their Qing Qing is the cutest baby in the kindergarten, and the one crying the cutest!

There are a total of 20 children in a class, but only four teachers are equipped. I want to know that there is such a large-scale howling that the teachers can't coax them one by one.

The teachers in the surveillance are all busy now.

Their kindergarten is pretty good.

Because it is regarded as a noble kindergarten, the teachers are relatively well equipped. If you need to change to a normal kindergarten, there are 30 or 40 children, and it would be nice to have two teachers.

Qingqing is crying too, but she is behaved.

Compared with other children who are not standing up trying to escape, crying until they pee on their pants, or pestering the teacher to hug them, she is really as cute as a little angel sitting in her seat and crying to herself.

So it is inevitable to be ignored by busy teachers.

Maybe it was because I found that no one would coax me no matter how much I cried, Qing Qing quickly stopped her tears.

She glanced around curiously with big eyes, and saw the crying babies all around, so she stood up and ran to others.

"Don't cry."

There are still undried teardrops in my eyes, but my little hand is already holding a small handkerchief to wipe the tears of others, "It won't be pretty after crying for a long time."

The comforting sound of milky milk obviously caught the attention of the poor crying little girl. She raised her head blankly, staggering and choking softly on top of her head.

"You...Who are you?"

"My name is Qingqing, Gu Qingqing, what is your name?"

The familiar little guy began to talk to others.

"Han...Hanhan, Baba Ma Ma called me Hanhan."

Han Han is a bit slurred, but for a child of this age, he will only look cute and cute, and will not be laughed at.

"Han Han." Qing Qing took the initiative to hold Han Han's little hand: "Let's be friends, and you can eat Tangtang."

She took a small jelly bean from her pocket and handed it to Hanhan.

The lollipop that the teacher gave to Hanhan just now was lost by her without knowing where she left it.

So she didn't eat candy today. Now that she saw the little jelly beans in Qingqing's palm, she couldn't help but swallowed her saliva. After hesitating for a while, she reached for it.

The sweet taste of the jelly beans spread, and Han Han smiled sweetly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."