she caused the gods to fall

For the kindergarten performance, the children got up at one or two o'clock to change their clothes, and around three or four o'clock, parents came one after another.

Shen Daiyi originally refused, but she still came.

Yuanyuan sat alone in the corner, looking a little pitiful.

Most of the other children's parents have arrived, looking at them, Yuanyuan's eyes are full of envy.

Two little boys came forward, and one of them said, "Song Yaoyang, didn't you say that your mother is prettier than mine? Why hasn't your mother come yet?"

Seeing that Yuanyuan didn't speak, the other went on to say, "Could you be lying to us."

Yuanyuan: "I don't have one."

His mother was indeed prettier than their mother, but his mother didn't have time to come, and his aunt refused to play his mother.

"You must have lied. You don't have parents, do you?"

Yuanyuan clenched her little fist, feeling extremely wronged. He doesn't have a father, but he has a mother!

Just when he was angry and reached out to pull their hair.

The teacher called him: "Song Yaoyang, your mother is here."

Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Shen Daiyi came in behind the teacher, blue short-sleeved tight knit, creamy white skirt, long hair slightly curly, a white pearl shoulder bag on her shoulder, and a Children's Day gift in her hand, gentle and intellectual , not too ostentatious, but because of her outstanding appearance, she is also glamorous.

The other kids wowed!

As soon as Yuanyuan saw her, she ran over, "Mom!"

Shen Daiyi's face became hot when her mother shouted, and she squatted down: "Sorry, mom is late."

Yuanyuan hugged Shen Daiyi, looked back at the two little boys, and raised her round chin proudly.

At this time, another car slowly stopped at the door, and Song Qingyan got out of the car.

The teacher was stunned again, how the parents in their kindergarten look better than the other.

"May I ask which class you are the parent of?"

"Song Yaoyang."

It turned out to be Song Yaoyang's father!

Whether it is the father or mother is the first time to see, usually, no matter whether it is going to and from school, it is brought by an aunt.

Children from rich families are not necessarily very good, and parents don't have much time to pick them up.

The teacher said: "I'll take you in, your wife has just arrived."

wife?

Song Qingyan fell into deep thought.

In the class, other parents looked at Shen Daiyi one after another, wondering how old she was, she was too young, and her skin was still flimsy. At first glance, she looked like a wealthy wife with a happy family and her husband doting on her.

At this time, the teacher came in again: "Song Yaoyang, your father is here."

They looked at the door subconsciously, and the kid wowed again.

Song Yaoyang blinked, and when he saw his uncle Song Qingyan coming in from the outside, and the other's eyes fell on him, he felt a little guilty.

Because Shen Daiyi came to pretend to be his mother, he didn't tell his uncle.

When Shen Daiyi saw Song Qingyan, Yuanyuan didn't say that Song Qingyan would come too.

Song Qingyan walked over calmly, sizing up his little nephew: "Why don't you shout when you see Dad?"

Song Yaoyang whispered: "Dad, Dad."

"When does the show start?" the man asked.

Yuanyuan: "Start at six o'clock."

Song Qingyan looked down at her: "Mrs. Song, if you squat again, your feet will go numb."

When Shen Daiyi heard this, Mrs. Song raised her head, her peach blossom eyes widened.

What did Song Qingyan call her?

Mrs. Song?

"Get up." Song Qingyan reached out to her.

Shen Daiyi is not easy to refute, she is pretending to be Yuanyuan's mother today, so no one can find out that she is not at all.

Well now, the teachers still misunderstood that Song Qingyan was Yuanyuan's father.

Shen Daiyi reluctantly put her hand into his, and the man held her and pulled her up.

After that, the man didn't intend to let go, and kept holding it.

Yuanyuan: "Daddy, give me a hug!"

Song Qingyan squatted down again and picked him up.

This scene is so sweet and warm.

After 5 minutes, the teacher said: "Parents, the performance is about to start. Please gather at the playground. The children line up and listen to the teacher's instructions."

It was almost six o'clock, and Song Qingyan took Shen Daiyi to the viewing area to find an empty seat and sit down.

Shen Daiyi said: "My hands are sweating, let go of my hands first."

Song Qingyan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, held her wrist, and wiped it slowly for her.

Shen Daiyi wanted to shrink back, but the man's grip was a little tight: "Aren't your hands sweating?"

Shen Daiyi could only watch helplessly as he wiped her hands.

The woman next to her patted her husband on the shoulder: "Look at his husband, and then at you!"

The man who was photographed turned his head and glanced: "Can I go back to wash your feet at night?"

The woman's expression was relaxed: "It's not too bad."

At this time, Song Qingyan put away the handkerchief, and Shen Daiyi took it back while he was not paying attention.

Song Qingyan whispered in her ear: "Mrs. Song, when you look like this, other people will think you are making trouble with me."

Shen Daiyi replied in a low voice: "You're over the show."

Song Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "Then who helped Yuanyuan act first?"

"Isn't that his mother didn't come? And you, why didn't you tell the teacher that you were Uncle Yuanyuan."

"Too lazy to explain." He said casually.

Shen Daiyi was a little angry, "You don't bother to explain, so I have to act as husband and wife with you."

Song Qingyan's voice lowered again: "Dai Dai, please do the whole thing."

The last time I heard him call himself that was when he was talking to his mother.

Her ears were warmed by his breath, and felt a little numb.

Why are they a little ambiguous now?

And Song Qingyan took the initiative?

Shen Daiyi raised her eyes, and couldn't help but sit a little to the side, pulling some distance away from the man.

This is one of the best aristocratic kindergartens in northern Beijing, and the event venue is quite luxurious.

At six o'clock, the principal came to the stage to give a speech. After the speech, a teacher came to host the show, and Yuanyuan followed behind in a small suit.

He was the smartest child in the kindergarten, so the teacher asked him to go on stage and follow the host. However, he didn't have much to say. He was articulate and had a good memory, so he didn't need to read manuscripts.

The performance officially began, first the teacher performed, and then it was the children's turn.

Yuanyuan participated in the poem recitation and danced with her classmates in a white T-shirt and jeans.

Shen Daiyi took many videos and photos of him.

For an hour, the children's performances were about the same.

After Yuanyuan finished taking the group photo, she ran over: "Mom and Dad, let's take a photo!"

The photographer took a camera and took several photos of this super handsome family of three.

The two also took photos with the parents in the class.

There will be parent-child activities next. Shen Daiyi doesn't know much about the game session. She doesn't have much memory of her previous kindergarten.

Shen Daiyi tugged on Song Qingyan's cuff: "What are the parent-child activities?"

Song Qingyan replied: "Listen to music and snatch chairs, pinch marbles, and win a little red flower."

"You or I?"

"The first game, it's not convenient for you to wear high heels."

"You can take off your shoes."

"It's very likely that your feet will be swollen, and you have to hug Yuanyuan to play."

"..."

That's it.

Today's Song Qingyan doesn't seem to have that untouchable sense of distance.

The parent-child games were arranged by the teachers. In the first game, the parents were divided into four groups and started to play. The parent who grabbed the last chair was the winner.

When Song Qingyan held Yuanyuan in his arms to participate in this game, he didn't know if his aura was too strong. The other parents didn't dare to have physical contact with him. Without blinking an eye, he won easily and without any suspense.

The teacher sent three little red flowers to the winning parents.

Song Qingyan took the little red flowers and pasted two of them on Yuanyuan's forehead with a pale complexion, and there was the last one left.

Yuanyuan whispered in his ear, "Uncle, there are still aunts who haven't posted."

Song Qingyan looked at the little red flower, put down Yuanyuan, and silently walked to Shen Daiyi who was waiting outside.

Shen Daiyi took a picture of Song Qingyan playing the game just now, looking down.

"Shen Daiyi."

"Ok?"

Shen Daiyi didn't look up, one photo was blurred, Song Qingyan and Yuanyuan were photographed into a mosaic, the corners of her lips could not help but curl up.

Just when she was thinking about raising her head, Song Qingyan lifted her chin.

Song Qingyan stuck something on her forehead.

The two suddenly got very close, and Shen Daiyi's breathing was stagnant, and she couldn't help but squeeze her phone tightly: "What did you post for me?"

"Little red flower."

……

Song Qingyan withdrew his hand, as if there was nothing wrong with this move.

He didn't stay long.Ask again: "What are you looking at?"

"Yuanyuan's photo."

"Send me a WeChat message at night, and I'll send it to his mother for work."

The next game of pinching marbles, for Shen Daiyi, who is ingenious and handy, won No.1 very easily.

Shen Daiyi had a little red flower on her face.

"Auntie, don't you want to post one for uncle?"

"He doesn't need it."

Song Qingyan's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Who said I don't need it?"

Shen Dai raised her eyes: "Didn't you give Yuanyuan your little red flower?"

Song Qingyan looked straight: "Well, so I want what you have."

What a fickle man.

Could it be that the little red flower she won is very fragrant?

Shen Daiyi thought so in her heart, but Song Qingyan had already lowered her head, waiting for her to stick a little red flower on his face.

Shen Daiyi stuck it on his face casually, with a straight face: "Okay."

It's kind of funny sticking to that handsome face.

Shen Daiyi couldn't help laughing.

With the small gifts distributed by the kindergarten, today's Children's Day has come to a successful conclusion.

The three were kindergartens who left in one car.

Yuanyuan fell asleep in the car.

Shen Daiyi also yawned lazily: "I'll sleep for a while too, call me when it's time."

"Go to sleep."

At ten o'clock, the car stopped at the gate of Huatang Mansion, Song Qingyan turned his head and looked at Shen Daiyi.

"arrive."

Shen Daiyi woke up in a daze, and unbuckled her seat belt: "Oh, then I'm going home, bye."

The door opened and she wanted to get out of the car.

Shen Daiyi's hand was held.

The man's hand was slightly cold, she turned her head: "Mrs. Song has been performing with you today, how else do you want to take advantage of me?"

She didn't think that Song Qingyan's overtures to her after the reunion were any thoughts about herself, more likely it was guilt, and she wanted to make up for her.

Song Qingyan not liking himself is like a curse, there is no way to break it.

Song Qingyan seemed helpless: "Shen Daiyi, I just want to remind you that I didn't take my phone."

Shen Daiyi: "..."

Song Qingyan seemed to be coaxing again: "If you feel that you are at a disadvantage, I will take it back for you?"