Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

The little guy did not go to any so-called noble school or international elementary school, but a decent public elementary school. Of course, the ranking is the first public school in Yancheng, an affiliated elementary school of a teacher-training college. This elementary school cannot be entered with money. Either it is very relevant or the children of teachers. The school is really grasping the quality of children's teaching, and it is known for being the strictest in Yancheng. Anyway, the next day, when the little guy saw the little girl, he frowned and looked bitter and bitter. He thought about it for half a night, and felt that either his father was listening to the teacher say bad things about him, or he was telling the secret at the same table. As for it, it's just about eating her little apple cake or something. The boy in the next class bullied her, so did he help?

The little guy put on a stinky face all day, and the little girl naturally told her mother when she got home. Her mother just touched her little head, "It's normal for a child to have a little conflict. If he ignores you, take the initiative and share your little cake with him. If he keeps ignoring you, then you don’t want to. Just keep pestering others, just be like ordinary friends."

The little girl smiled and leaned close to her mother: "Mom, I heard that his father is very handsome, isn't it? I heard many classmates talk about him. Mom, their family is so poor, or else, I obviously have a lot of small cakes. Bring one to him."

Leng Sicheng took his son to school back then, and did not deliberately give him any sense of superiority. He asked him to study in a regular manner. The things he used were ordinary, and he didn't usually instill in his son what to buy famous brands or ostentation. Moreover, in order to compete with his father, he has been promoting that the family owes a lot of money, and even the house still has decades of loans to be repaid.

"So poor?" The senior woman was stunned. Their family was poor. Ninety-nine percent of the people in Yancheng were refugees.

The little girl nodded: "Don't think he usually has a car to pick you up, but he said that their business failed and owed a lot of money, but in fact they were very poor. He always said that his mother is very beautiful and beautiful, more beautiful than the celebrity. Mom, you Did you see his mother?"

"Mrs. Leng..." Although Gu Qingqing did not always hide behind the scenes like she used to, she also went to her own studio and new company, and Huang Ting rarely passed by. She was promoted to the position of supervisor not long ago, and she had never seen the legendary Mrs. Leng.

But I heard that she and Xu Zipei are cousins, they look very similar, they are indeed very beautiful. She nodded.

"It's great, he has a father and a mother. Mom, I want father too."

The senior women have been divorced for many years, and they lived alone with their daughters before. Working hard all the way, the job is getting better and better, but I didn't expect the child's psychological problems.

Recently, Lengs City often went to Huangting. Perhaps it was the story of the last film launch. Perhaps it was the brutal style of Lengs City’s management of subordinates. Anyway, Huangting’s leadership pushed out this senior woman to contact. Lengscheng seemed to be angry when she pushed the door in, "Then you can just stay abroad for a lifetime!"

After saying this, he hung up the phone with smashing force, his face seemed to be dripping gloomily. The subordinates were trembling, and hurried off after reporting their work, for fear of angering him and being scolded. When everyone was about to retire, Leng Sicheng suddenly stopped the senior woman: "You wait."