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

"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.

Holding their own little bowls, a group of little kids lined up at the window waiting for the canteen aunt to serve them their meals.

In order to train children's self-care ability, Conghe Kindergarten has always advocated letting children do things within their ability under the premise of safety, including queuing up for meals.

"Hello, aunt~"

Miaomiao tilted her little face up and smiled cutely at the aunt who was serving the food.

The auntie who served the food was a woman in her fifties. When she saw the fair, tender and well-behaved little creature, her motherly heart burst out. She waved the spoon with a smile and gave Miaomiao a full spoonful of food.

Even though this was not enough, the aunt wanted to add more for Miaomiao.

Miaomiao quickly stopped him: "That's enough, thank you auntie."

She needs to save room for other dishes and can't just eat this one dish, otherwise it would be a waste.

The aunt, who had put on countless layers of filters, disagreed: "Good boy, eat more, look how thin you are."

The fat guy behind: "..."

Is Miaomiao thin?

Glancing at the chubby face of the kid sitting at the back table, Xiaopang asked a soul-searching question in his mind.

"Auntie, I, I, I, if she doesn't eat, I will. I want more!"

Raising his little hand, Xiaopang demanded strongly.

The aunt glanced at Xiaopang and scooped a standard amount of food for the little guy.

But it’s not that my aunt is partial to me, but that Xiaopang is really overweight.

Although Miaomiao looks chubby, it is just the normal range of baby fat, commonly known as milk fat. Overall, she is round and healthy.

But Xiaopang is different. This is not just false fat. Every pound of flesh is real and he is seriously overweight.

Xiaopang's parents specifically told them to strictly control Xiaopang's food intake.

For those children who are overweight or underweight, the kindergarten will specially greet the aunt in the cafeteria and increase or decrease the amount of food appropriately when serving them.

When Xiaopang saw the food in the rice bowl, he curled his lips, but he was not too surprised.

After experiencing so many disappointments, you will naturally get used to it.

He didn't know how many times he had been rejected by the auntie who served him food. The little fat boy sighed maturely and took his bowl of food to the next window.

"Uncle, Miaomiao wants this soup."

In front of the soup window, the little guy pointed at the corn and pork ribs soup.

The man in the apron glanced at the defenseless cub, his eyes dark, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then quickly hid it without a trace.

The man poured a bowl of soup for the little guy, shook his hand holding the bowl gently, and then placed the bowl on Miaomiao's plate.

Miaomiao sniffed and looked at the soup, feeling that the soup tasted a little strange.

"What's wrong Miaomiao?"

Beibei, who was standing in front, saw Miaomiao not moving and was a little puzzled. She did not notice that the man at the soup window suddenly stiffened.

Has it been discovered?

No, the employer said that thing is colorless and odorless. Besides, the child is only two years old, it is impossible for him to be so sensitive.

There were many twists and turns in his heart, but the man didn't show it on his face.

"Nothing, let's go."

In the end, she still couldn't see what the problem was, so Miaomiao shook her head and left with Beibei.

"All children, please sit down, hold the bowls with your little hands, hold the spoon in your right hand, and eat one bite at a time. No fighting or laughing, do you understand?" The childcare teacher stood in front and gave careful instructions.

"I know~"

The cubs answered with long drawls.

Because they are all small children and it is only the first month since they started school, some of them are not very good at eating by themselves. The childcare teachers patiently teach them how to use spoons one by one. After they can use spoons skillfully, they are prepared to teach them how to use chopsticks.

Miaomiao is a little baby who loves rice very much. He holds the round spoon in his little hands and eats mouthful after mouthful with a humming sound. His cheeks are stuffed with food and he makes smacking sounds like a little squirrel.

After eating and drinking his fill, the kid took the bowl of soup and gulped it down in one gulp. When his little tummy was filled, he held his stomach contentedly and sighed in a baby voice, imitating his grandfather's.

The little guy looks very old-fashioned and is very funny.

From a distance, the man saw Miaomiao drink all the soup, and a hint of success flashed in his eyes.

【It has been done.】

The man sent a message to his employer, and moments later, his mobile phone received a bank card payment information.

After counting the number of zeros at the end, the man couldn't contain his joy.

Developed, developed!!!

"What's wrong, Xiaogang?" The aunt next to him stared at the new colleague in confusion.

Wang Zhigang was already overwhelmed with joy. With five million, he could live a life of ease and comfort for the rest of his life. Why would he care about these so-called colleagues?

"It's none of your business." With his chin raised, Wang Zhigang glanced at his aunt arrogantly, then turned away smugly.

He already has 5 million, does he still need to work? Of course he wants to enjoy himself, whoever wants to do the work can do it.

"Hey, you!" The aunt had never seen anyone like this before. Just when she was about to say something, the other person had already left.

At the Wen family's house, Wen Wei sat on the sofa, looking at the messages on her mobile phone. A sinister and dark look gradually emerged on her gentle and delicate face, and her eyes were filled with pride.

I dialed the number I'd been thinking about. After two beeps, a voice as clear and cold as the gurgling water in the mountains rang out: "Who?"

"Qing'an, let me ask you again, do you really not consider being with me?" Wen Wei asked calmly, but where outsiders could not see, her eyes were full of paranoia.

Hearing that it was Wen Wei, Xu Qingan frowned.

Why is it her again? Didn’t I already block her?

I glanced at my phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

I guess he got a new number.

"My words will not change."

After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone, but the other party seemed to have predicted it and took the lead: "Very good, I hope you can maintain this attitude today and in the future."

After saying that, he hung up the phone first.

Inside the hospital, Xu Qingan didn't take Wen Wei's words to heart. He blocked the number expressionlessly, his movements very skillfully.

"Doctor Xu, there is a patient looking for you."

The nurse knocked on the office door.

Xu Qingan replied calmly: "I'll be right over."

After working until 4:30 in the afternoon, it was finally time to get off work. Xu Qing'an took off his white coat, picked up his cell phone, and hurried to the kindergarten.

The old couple are going to meet old friends today and don’t have time to pick up the child from kindergarten, so he has to go there early.

The life of this single father with a child is revolving around going to work and picking up his child from kindergarten every day.

I don’t know how the little guy is doing in kindergarten today since he didn’t get the red flower.

I probably didn't cry.

After checking WeChat and finding no news from the good girl's class teacher, Xu Qingan felt a little relieved.

If there is any situation, the teacher should send a message.

At the entrance of the kindergarten, Xu Qing'an squeezed in from a crowd of old men and women, like a victorious general, and took his little princess back from the teacher.

Miaomiao hugged her father's neck and said goodbye to the teacher softly.

"Goodbye, Teacher Mengmeng~"

"Okay, Miaomiao, see you tomorrow." Meng Yuan rubbed the little guy's head with a gentle tone.

"Are you happy in kindergarten today?"

Carrying the little guy into the car, Xu Qingan lowered his head and looked at Miaomiao and asked.

Miaomiao held her face in her hands and thought carefully for a while, then answered seriously: "Emmm... I didn't finish my homework today and didn't get a red flower. I was a little sad at first, but then Beibei and Tiantian played house together and ate delicious vegetables, so I wasn't unhappy anymore."

As long as there is no unhappiness.

Xu Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his lips. He grasped the boy's chubby little hand with his slender fingers and kneaded it gently.

On the way, Miaomiao happily shared with Xu Qingan her experience of the day in kindergarten, and her little mouth kept chattering.

Xu Qingan was not impatient at all. He held Miaomiao in his arms and listened carefully to his daughter's sharing.

However, the little flower demon who had been talking incessantly suddenly changed his expression and stopped talking.

Before Xu Qing'an lowered his head, he felt a heaviness on his chest, as if hit by something.

"Miao Miao?!"

He found Miaomiao lying limply in his arms. Thinking the little one was sleepy, Xu Qing'an poked the kid's face, lowered his head and took a closer look, only to find that he was motionless.

His heart skipped a beat and Xu Qingan felt something was wrong.

"Miaomiao? Miaomiao?"

Xu Qingan shook Miaomiao's body.

The little guy was unconscious, and his limp body swayed with Xu Qing'an's movements.

This is absolutely not normal. Miaomiao has always been spoiled. If I do this, according to usual practice, the little one will definitely whimper and punch me, then hug her arms and sulk.

what happened?

After realizing that he couldn't wake Miaomiao up no matter what he did, Xu Qing'an's heart trembled slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.