The rebirth confession failed, the school beauty is anxious

Chapter 936

Only the vendors who have settled here for a long time and set up stalls here know.

This is the car of Mr. Shen Rulong, the head of Chinatown.

Mr. Shen is a great philanthropist in their minds.

Not only do they reduce or waive rent, but they also come to give red envelopes to the children during every Chinese New Year and other holidays.

As soon as the car stopped, many parents brought their children over here.

"Happy New Year, Grandpa Shen..."

"Congratulations, Mr. Shen, on your prosperity!"

"Happy New Year, Mr. Shen..."

In the blink of an eye, the convoy was surrounded.

A bodyguard got out and opened the door of the Lincoln business car.

A beautiful girl in a red knee-length windbreaker walked out of the car. She had a festive red scarf around her neck and was holding a large woven bag in her hand.

"Hello, Sister Tang Wan..."

"Happy New Year, Sister Tang Wan"

Some children aged five, six, seven or eight years old greeted us in baby voices.

Shen Rulong brought Tang Wan to Chinatown several times.

She told everyone she met that this was her godson, Tang Wan.

So many people here know Tang Wan.

"Ms. Tang, Mr. Shen didn't come this year?"

The person asking the question was a pretty woman in her mid-twenties.

He was wearing a black down jacket and holding a child about five years old in each hand.

"Um…"

Tang Wan pursed her lips and nodded, without saying anything more.

I felt a little uncomfortable.

Grandpa Shen won't come again.

forever and ever!

The beautiful woman noticed that Tang Wan's eyes were a little red, and she vaguely guessed something in her heart.

He lowered his head, hot tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Six years ago, she was forced by her mother to marry a nouveau riche in his fifties.

The nouveau riche was a contractor who was illiterate, had a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, and dressed as slovenly as possible.

She refused to do so and even threatened to commit suicide. Later, her mother pretended to compromise.

One day later, she was drugged and sent to a room.

That pitch-dark night, she was tormented the entire night.

After waking up, she smuggled out of the country through her best friend's relationship.

Because she had no legal status, she couldn't even find a job abroad. When she wandered to Chinatown, she was already four months pregnant.

It was Mr. Shen who settled her in Chinatown, opened a grocery store for her, and even had someone sign a contract with her to waive rent for ten years.

She had not had the chance to repay Mr. Shen for his kindness, and she didn't even have the opportunity to kowtow to him.

Tang Wan took out two red envelopes from the woven bag and rubbed Xiao Yangyang and Xiao Yueyue's heads: "Yangyang, Yueyue, this is a New Year's red envelope for you..."

"Thank you Aunt Wan..."

The two spoke in unison, with great tacit understanding.

Tang Wan was slightly surprised: "I...I am your aunt?"

Xiao Yueyue bit her finger and said, "But you call me Mommy Sister, so should we call you Auntie?"

Tang Wan pinched Xiao Yueyue's soft face and said, "Let's call each other by our own names. You are not allowed to call me auntie..."

Xiao Yangyang reacted quickly, and immediately shouted obediently: "Happy New Year, Sister Wan, I wish you good fortune and prosperity, give me the red envelope..."

Tang Wan smiled and squinted her eyes, and gave Xiao Yangyang a red envelope.

Xiao Yueyue also said quickly: "Sister Zhu Wan is getting more and more beautiful!"

Tang Wan smiled and gave Xiao Yueyue a red envelope: "Xiao Yueyue is so good!"

Both children are very smart. They have good academic performance. They can count to 1000 at the age of five and can recite most of the Tang poems.

Before, Grandpa Shen asked them to write from 0 to 300 in a notebook without pausing, writing wrong numbers, or making corrections. If they completed the task, they would be rewarded with one thousand US dollars.

The two little kids wrote non-stop for more than an hour, from 0 to 300, without making any mistakes.

Tang Wan thought it was nothing, so she tried it herself. The first two digits below 100 were fine, with few mistakes. It was not until the three digits, when she wrote 300, that she made nine mistakes.