Long legs and small buns

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"But, Ning An came to the kindergarten because of me, how can I leave her here by herself?" Ruan Zhenzhen hesitated.

In fact, she also felt a little embarrassed to live in Jia Ning'an's house, and the head of the garden obviously let them come for the sake of relatives. The work the head of the head arranged for them was so easy, she was a little embarrassed So much salary.

Jiang Lan's tone was relaxed: "Her family should not be short of money. If you don't do it, she will naturally go home. This will save her from worrying. She doesn't seem to like taking care of children very much."

"Really?" Ruan Zhenzhen recalled Jia Ning'an's performance just now, she was indeed a little impatient with the children's crying.

When she thought about it this way, it seemed that there was really no need to continue working.It seems that she has no use for staying besides causing trouble to others.

"Let me think about it," she said.

Jiang Lan couldn't see the little girl's disappointment. She smiled, leaned over and whispered something in her ear, successfully diverting the little girl's attention.

"Really?" Ruan Zhenzhen opened her eyes wide, "Can I do it too?"

"Of course." Jiang Lan nodded affirmatively.

Ruan Zhenzhen finally agreed to her proposal.

The principal was very talkative. Ruan Zhenzhen was originally a temporary worker. She helped him look after the children all morning, but only drank a few sips of water. He couldn't think of a reason to refuse.

Without saying a word, Jia Ning'an got on the electric bike and left.

Ruan Zhenzhen was a little guilty, but felt that what Jiang Lan said was reasonable, Jia Ning'an didn't need to accompany her through hardships.

Jiang Lan walked back to the residence with her, and Jia Ning'an opened the door for her expressionlessly, turned around and went into his brother's study.Until she packed up her things and was ready to leave with her bag, Jia Ning'an never came out again.

Ruan Zhenzhen knocked on the locked study door, only to hear the loud music inside, but there was no response.

"Let's go." Jiang Lan said, "Call her on the way, and send a text message if she doesn't answer the phone."

Even if she misunderstood this girl, for the sake of the little girl, she would cruelly cut off even the slightest possibility.

Ruan Zhenzhen knocked on the door again, yelled twice, waited for a while, but Jia Ning'an still didn't respond, so she could only leave.

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After a short lunch break, Jiang Wenbai went out humming a tune with his hands behind his back, wanting to take a walk.

But as soon as he turned the corner from the small alley, he ran into a silly girl who was carrying a big bag and a small bag. Not only that, but there was a little Zhenzhen following behind her.

"Dad." Jiang Lan said with a smile.

The corner of Jiang Wenbai's mouth twitched: "Why did you come back without saying hello? What's going on?"

Jiang Lan dodged the outstretched hand of Ruan Zhenzhen who was following up, moved the bags that were originally carried in two hands into one hand, and waved with the free hand, blocking her father's view of the little girl .

"What's the matter, Dad, are you unhappy when I come back?"

"Go away, don't laugh at me." Jiang Wenbai gave her an angry look, "What's going on? I remember, Zhenzhen left yesterday, and you tricked her back today?"

"How can this be called cheating." Jiang Lan replied with a smile, "Let's go home first, let's talk about it after entering the house? Look, we took so many things, we died a lot."

Ruan Zhenzhen, who only had a small schoolbag on her back, quickly stretched out her hand: "Sister Jiang Lan, please give me what you have, I don't have much."

"No, it's home." Jiang Lan avoided again, "Dad, hurry up."

Jiang Wenbo waved his hand, not wanting to talk to this silly girl, and stopped taking a walk, turned around and went home.

Jiang Lan helped Ruan Zhenzhen send the things back to her home, explained a few words to Wang Lihe, and took the little girl to her home.

Jiang Wenbai was already sitting in the main hall, setting up his posture and waiting, but after waiting for a long time, two sticky people came.

He coughed, and pretended to be inadvertently got down from the teacher's chair at the right door, "Then what, Zhenzhen is here too?"

Every time Jiang Lan goes home, he will be reprimanded by him, and then he can be safe.

Of course, according to her father, this is good for her, and it is to let her guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and not forget her original intention.

Seeing her father like this, Jiang Lan knew that he wanted to teach her the same old tricks, but was accidentally disturbed by the little Zhenzhen who came over by accident.

She was suffocating joy in her heart, but on the surface she pretended not to know anything, she just said: "Dad, I found you a little apprentice, do you want it?"

Jiang Wenbai squinted at her, then at Ruan Zhenzhen who was obediently held by her, his heart skipped a beat.

He cleared his throat: "What little apprentice?"

Jiang Lan knew that her father was pretending to be confused, but this did not prevent her from being kind enough to help her father clarify: "It's us Zhenzhen."

Ruan Zhenzhen shrank back subconsciously, not daring to look directly into Uncle Jiang's eyes.

She only found out today that Uncle Jiang is not an ordinary uncle, but a very powerful writer!

Ruan Zhenzhen thought of Jiang Lan's saying that she wanted Uncle Jiang to train her to be a small writer, and her heart jumped wildly.

How could anyone be a writer? She was a little scared, but she couldn't help holding a trace of expectation.

What if, is it possible? Sister Jiang Lan is right, you have to give it a try before you know if it will work.

Jiang Wenbai frowned slightly, and his gaze passed over their two tightly holding hands without any trace.

"Why did Zhenzhen become yours, don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Lan froze for a moment, then smiled again: "Dad, don't worry about these details, just say, do you want such a cute, smart and smart little apprentice?"

Jiang Wenbai glanced at her: "When did I say that I was going to take in apprentices, why should you worry about it?"

Jiang Lan frowned, what happened to her father? Didn't she praise Zhenzhen for being talented and willing to endure hardships, so why is she unwilling to help?

She put away her playful attitude before, and looked serious: "Dad, don't you know a lot of publishing house editors, I just want you to recommend a few opportunities for Zhen Zhen, and then help her read the manuscript to increase the chance of passing the test. Not okay either?"

Both of them had serious faces, and the atmosphere gradually became stiff.

Ruan Zhenzhen teased Jiang Lan uneasily, then smiled and said to Jiang Wenbo: "Uncle Jiang, I like reading books, and I also like writing essays and diaries. I don't understand those professional things. I just like writing, and that's fine." Level. You don’t have to be embarrassed, and don’t listen to Sister Jiang Lan. I heard her talk about you, so I asked her to help me ask for a chance. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t just because This makes sister Jiang Lan angry."

In the past, when she encountered such an embarrassing scene, she subconsciously just wanted to hide and didn't dare to speak out at all, but now she can deal with it fluently, and she has learned to take the initiative to fight for opportunities for herself in words.

Ruan Zhenzhen really likes words.

When she was still in elementary school, she had imagined that she would become a writer in the future.At that time, her compositions were model essays every time. After being read aloud by the teacher in class, she would carefully store them away, imagining that one day they could also become lead blocks on the composition books.

But when she grew up, she realized how far away a fantasy being a writer was, and her dream gradually turned into a bubble and disappeared.

Later, she remembered this ridiculous dream again, and it was still in the third year of junior high school.

They had a new Chinese teacher in the third grade of junior high school. The teacher not only taught in a novel and interesting way, but also asked the students to learn to be eclectic and not to copy the composition template mechanically.If they don't know how to write argumentative essays, they can write narrative essays, or make up stories, or even write poems. There is only one requirement, let them write it in the way they like.