Chapter 28： Qing Qing goes to kindergarten (1/2)

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.