The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yun Ci tapped Jun Duonuan's head with his chopsticks: "You can go and persuade Xia Beiqin. Dancing is his dream, and he shouldn't give up."

Jun Duonuan was muttering something in her mouth. She should be thinking about how to persuade Xia Beiqin. Then, she looked at Yunci again: "Mommy, don't let people get in touch next time, I can't find you for two days , I am very worried."

Two days...

Almost forgot, here, only two days have passed, but she was in that time and space, but spent a whole two years, two cycles of spring, summer, autumn and winter, suddenly came back, she still felt a trance.

Just like now, Jun Duonuan felt that she hadn't seen Yunci for two days, but Yunci felt that she really saw Jun Duonan again after two years.

Jun Duonuan took a bite of a big chicken leg, and said with her cheeks bulging: "Mommy, let's go see Uncle Beiqing again when we have time. I think he is going to be boring and moldy."

"it is good."

The weather is fine and a comfortable breeze is blowing.

Xizhou, Shuo Country.

A loud reading came from a small foreign building. Soon, the door was opened, and a group of elementary school students carrying schoolbags emerged from it. They turned their heads and shouted in unison to the small foreign building, "Ms. Shen, see you tomorrow!" "

Shen Zhiyu leaned against the door frame, with a baby boy wearing diapers in his arms. He was about three or four years old. His soft cheeks were pink and tender. He was licking a lollipop while licking his milk. Said: "Nodding yes and shaking head no... hee hee..."

Shen Zhiyu wiped the saliva on his lips with a tissue, and raised a gentle smile at the group of children outside the door: "Today's learning content must be memorized, and I will check it tomorrow."

"it is good!"

The children answered together, and then they ran out of the fence in a swarm. A group of parents stood outside the fence, and they plunged into the arms of their parents.

The parents waved to Shen Zhiyu across the fence, and then left with their children one after another.

The little baby in Shen Zhiyu's arms, also learning from them, said softly: "Mr. Shen...bye..."

Shen Zhiyu squeezed his little face and said softly, "Little Pudding, why hasn't your father come yet?"

Little Pudding giggled at Shen Zhiyu: "Dad...Dad"...

Shen Zhiyu held him and stood at the door. Half an hour later, a Volkswagen came from a distance and stopped outside the fence. Then, the door was opened and a tall figure got out of the car.

Little Pudding got excited, pointed his little finger at the man outside the fence, yelling: "Dad...Dad..."

Wearing a long brown trench coat, the man looks even more upright, with a neatly shaved head, and his facial features are hard and sharp. At first glance, he looks a little bit fierce, with a string of letter tattoos tattooed on his neck.

At this moment, he pushed aside the fence, took vigorous steps, and walked towards Shen Zhiyu, seeing Shen Zhiyu, the sharpness in his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips also raised a smile that did not match his cold temperament.

"Sorry, the company works overtime temporarily, it's late."

Shen Zhiyu smiled lightly: "It's okay."

Little Pudding stretched out his little arm and wanted to rush into the man's arms. The man just caught Little Pudding, pinched the tip of his pink nose, and asked: "Did you obediently listen to Teacher Shen today?"

Little Pudding put his arms around the man's neck and rubbed all his saliva on his body. Milky voice replied: "Little Pudding is very good today...Daddy wants to give Little Pudding a reward."

Shen Zhiyu was amused.

The man also shook his head helplessly: "It's weird."