Quick Travel, Miao Miao’s Villain Cannon Fodder Rescue Plan

"Hurry, hurry, you're going to be late!"

In the early morning, there was a sudden scream in the Xu family's old house. The little kid was carrying a schoolbag and holding breakfast in his hand. He stumbled and ran towards the car at the door with his short legs.

The servants were already used to this and watched with smiles as the little guy wriggled his butt in a hurry.

"Slow down, dear."

Song Xiuhe warned helplessly.

"I know~" came the loud little voice, and the little boy said without turning his head. He promised well, but he showed no intention of slowing down in actual actions.

"This little guy is like this every day." Song Xiuhe said complaining words, but his eyes were smiling and his tone was doting.

Xu Pinliang subconsciously defended her granddaughter: "Miaomiao is still young. She has only been in school for a few days. It is normal for her not to get up."

His sweet baby is still young, and it’s time for him to grow, so why not sleep a little longer?

"You just manipulate her." Ms. Song, who manipulated Guabao no less than Xu Pinliang, rolled her eyes.

Xu Pinliang muttered unconvinced: "If I really said Miaomiao, I'm afraid you wouldn't be happy in the first place."

"Huh?" Ms. Song snorted threateningly, "What did you say?"

The tone is not angry and authoritative.

Xu Pinliang shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Outside he is the boss, but at home he is a henwife.

Miaomiao has been in kindergarten for a week, but even so, the little one still doesn't seem to adapt to going to school every morning. The servants in the old house would see the little guy sleeping late every morning, and then rushing to the kindergarten on his short legs in a panic.

This happens every time, and I don’t remember it long.

In the car, Miaomiao was busy writing, and Xu Qingyu stuffed the little guy with a bun to cushion his stomach from time to time.

The little kid was playing crazy last night and forgot to do his homework. No, he didn't have time to eat breakfast. Now he can only make up for his homework while eating on the road.

But usually this little bastard writes very slowly when doing homework. Now that the time is so short and he is afraid of being late, the more flustered the little guy is, the slower he writes. He holds the pencil in his little hand and shakes it. It took a while. Barely able to write a word.

What should I do? I can’t finish my homework.

The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more anxious she became. Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the school, in desperation, the little kid said in a high-pitched voice: "Uncle, drive slower!"

However, as the car slowed down, Miaomiao remembered that she was almost late, so she could only change her words in tears: "Uncle, hurry up, Miaomiao is going to be late."

Damn it, Miaomiao will never sleep in or do homework again.

The uncle driver looked at the little guy's pitiful appearance and couldn't help but laugh. He thought that his little daughter at home was also like this.

Xu Qingyu patted the little guy's head soothingly: "It doesn't matter. If you haven't finished your homework, just tell the teacher. Just finish it and hand it over to the teacher."

"But that way there would be no little red flowers."

As long as Miaomiao behaves well for one more day, she can get the little red flower.

Feeling that the little red flower was about to leave him, the little boy made a sad face, and his plump little face was full of depression.

The old father couldn't help.

Hearing the little red flower, Xu Qingyu could only shrug and wish his cub good luck.

Although the little guy had tried his best, he still hadn't finished his homework. Holding his homework book, the little guy got out of the car with a slumped face.

After handing her baby to the teacher, Xu Qingyu watched the little one enter the kindergarten. She didn't get in the car to go to work at the hospital until Miaomiao was out of sight.

Arriving at the door of the classroom, Miaomiao walked to her seat, her expression obviously not right.

"Miaomiao, what's wrong with you?"

The fat guy in the front row asked curiously when he saw this.

Miaomiao couldn't hold it any longer and pouted: "Miaomiao didn't finish her homework."

"That's it?" Xiaopang, who never liked studying, couldn't believe it. "If you haven't finished it, you haven't finished it. What's the big deal?"

He never does his homework at home.

"This is very important! The wonderful little red flower is gone!"

The little fat boy emphasized with a serious look.

The little red flower is the little red flower.

The little red flower that every kid in the kindergarten wants. If Miaomiao finishes her homework, she can get a little red flower from Teacher Mengmeng.

But now it's all gone.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, the little boy sniffled and his eyes were wet.

"You're not going to cry, are you?!" Xiaopang was a little panicked.

The stubborn child Miaomiao raised her head and said, "Miaomiao won't cry. Miaomiao is a strong child!"

Strong children will not cry casually.

Thinking like this, when it was time to check her homework, Miaomiao honestly confessed to the teacher, knowing in her heart that her little red flower was completely dead, and she was extremely sad.

888 didn't expect that his little one would be so obsessed with the little red flower, so he had to try his best to coax Miaomiao, and it took a lot of effort to finally make the little guy smile a little.

"Hey, that's right. Little Honghua, let's work hard next time. Uncle believes that we, Miaomiao, are so powerful, we can definitely get it back again."

888 coaxed the baby with a smile.

By lunch time, the rejuvenated child Miaomiao and her classmates went to the cafeteria hand in hand under the guidance of the teacher.