Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

"Wake up, Miaomiao."

Early in the morning, Wen Rufeng opened the door and walked in. He found the little guy under the quilt and shouted softly.

The little guy who was sleeping soundly under the quilt frowned, waved his hand like a fly, ignored Wen Rufeng, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Little slob."

Shaking his head, the old father worked hard and pulled the dazed little kid out of the bed, carefully washed and wiped the little kid's face, and then sent him to the restaurant for dinner.

This little guy was fed by his father in one mouthful after another. He stuffed a small spoon into his mouth and squeaked twice, without even opening his eyes.

After eating less than half a bowl at a time, Wen Rufeng touched Miaomiao's belly and stopped when she felt it was already round. She went directly to the classroom carrying the Maomao schoolbag she had prepared.

The classroom is specially designed for Miaomiao to go to school, and the little one studies here.

When Miaomiao woke up, the environment around her seemed to have changed.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar environment, Miaomiao was confused.

"Uncle, where are you?" The little boy asked 888 subconsciously.

888 comforted: "Don't be afraid. This is your future classroom. You will have classes here in the future. The teacher will be here soon."

Attend class?

"Yes."

After hesitating for two seconds, Miaomiao woke up and remembered that class would officially start today.

The small notebook on the desk had been prepared by Wen Rufeng for Miaomiao. The little guy sat on the bench obediently, straightening his back and waiting for the teacher to come over.

Miaomiao didn't have to wait too long, and the first teacher arrived quickly.

Still an acquaintance.

"Sister Ruoruo~"

Seeing the familiar beauty, the cub's eyes suddenly lit up on the bench. He slithered down and ran to Qingruo with his short legs.

"Good morning Miaomiao."

Qingruo caught the flying cannonball and smiled slightly.

The little boy was stunned for a moment. He covered his red face and buried himself shyly in Qingruo's arms.

Hehe, sister Ruoruo is so beautiful, porridge~

"Okay, it's time to go to class. After class, you can't call me sister, you have to call me teacher."

Qingruo said sternly as he carried the little guy back to the stool.

"Yeah, teacher Ruoruo~"

The little boy was very well-behaved, nodding his little head and folding his little hands on the table.

Look, Miaomiao is so cute!

The cub's chest is very high.

Qingruo nodded with satisfaction: "Be good."

At this point, class officially begins.

Miaomiao's eyes widened, and the whole cub was attentive. There was no cub who loved learning more than her.

888 was a little puzzled.

He thought Miaomiao would be impatient, but he didn't expect that she would behave like this...

and many more!

Before the words of praise were uttered, as a clear voice sounded from the stage, the straight-backed little guy below the stage began to sag a little bit.

888:? ? ?

You can't even praise me at all.

"Miaomiao, wake up, it's class."

Tongzi, who was heartbroken, reminded Miaomiao.

Miaomiao shook her head and barely woke up, but as soon as she listened to Qingruo's lecture, she couldn't help but fall asleep again.

No, you can’t sleep on the first day of class!

Clenching his fists, the little boy opened his eyelids and stared at the blackboard intently.

But...why is this blackboard getting blurry?

"Boom!" With a sound, the little guy closed his eyes completely and banged his smooth and plump forehead firmly on the table.

Miaomiao suddenly woke up and covered her forehead in pain.

Qingruo on the stage was stunned and quickly came down.

"What's wrong? Let me take a look."

Pulling the little guy's hand away, there was redness and swelling on his plump forehead.

"Ugh~ It hurts."

The aggrieved little boy cried.

"How could this happen?" Qingruo frowned and touched it carefully, but saw Miaomiao shrinking her neck and taking a breath.

"It hurts, don't touch it."

The tearful little guy was sobbing.

Heartbroken, Qingruo hugged the cub and comforted her softly: "Be good, sister, don't touch it. Let's ask the doctor to come and take a look, okay?"

Miaomiao nodded, with tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes, so she held her hands in her hands honestly: "Yes."

Outside, Wen Rufeng felt angry and distressed at the same time when he found out that Miaomiao had hit her head because she was dozing off.

"Why are you so careless? Does it still hurt?"

After applying the medicine, Wen Rufeng stayed by the little guy's side.

Miaomiao had already finished applying the medicine, and the effect was good. Her forehead felt cold, completely suppressing the pain.

Shaking his head, the resurrected cub was full of energy and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"As soon as the pain subsides, continue class. You can't doze off for a while. You have to be careful, you know?" Wen Rufeng pinched Xiao Nuomi Dumpling's pink face in annoyance.

"Huh?" The little guy was a little embarrassed as he didn't want to go to class even before the class was over.

"Ah, what, this is your choice." Wen Rufeng said with a straight face.

You can spoil Miaomiao as much as you like, but Wen Rufeng will never let up on Miaomiao's growth.

Now that class has started, you must study hard and not be idle.

Miaomiao pouted: "I know, I know."

Uncle is so verbose.

With a timid groan, the little guy pushed Wen Rufeng out and said righteously: "Miaomiao is going to study, don't disturb Miaomiao!"

The little kid, who was a little older, was learning one by one with his hands on his hips. Those who didn’t know better thought he was a very educated little kid.

In fact, he is an illiterate boy and has not even obtained a kindergarten diploma.

Wen Rufeng didn't care about Miaomiao, he rubbed the little fat boy's head, told him to go to class well and went out.

But he didn't go far, but checked the surveillance in the room next to him.

On the little one's first day of school, Wen Rufeng still felt uneasy, so he felt more at ease keeping it under his nose.

He didn't know that his old father was staring at him, and the child from a poor family had a chubby face and was struggling to keep up with Qingruo's teaching.

Damn it, ancient Chinese is so difficult!