3 Bay Street

The next morning, An Chen rolled up the painting carefully. He was very happy all morning, and even ate a few more mouthfuls with his breakfast.

In the morning, the children's parent-child homework is spread out on the small desk, waiting for the head teacher's inspection.

The children in noble schools are all either rich or expensive, and the parents are naturally busy. Sometimes they don't even see their children face to face a few times, so there is no time to do parent-child homework.

Even though he knew this was the case, seeing more than half of the children’s blank drawing papers, the homeroom teacher was still a little sad. He didn’t embarrass the children, but only touched their heads to comfort them. One of the little girls couldn’t help crying so hard : "Old... Teacher, I, I haven't seen my mother for a long time..."

The class teacher comforted me for a while, then turned around and saw that An Chen was sitting upright, even her small body was very straight, she walked over to have a look, not to mention the content of the painting, such as big houses, cats, dogs and mice , Just look at this big sheet of paper, it's all filled to the brim, and it's been painted with color very carefully, and then look at the signature column in the upper right corner, the upper column is running script, elegant and grand, solemnly signed the name of the adult; the bottom line is crooked , just like a little earthworm crawling, you can barely see the word "An Chen".

The class teacher touched his head in surprise, praised him for a while, and finally posted the picture on the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom.

An Chen pursed his lips, his face was calm, but his small expression was very proud.

The head teacher turned around and looked at An Yu again.

She knew that An Yu and An Chen were brothers, and An Chen's parent-child paintings were very beautiful, but An Yu's paintings were messy, and she didn't know what the paintings were, they were a mass of darkness.

An Yu bit her lip and stared at An Chen darkly.

An Chen was still happily carrying a small schoolbag to school in the morning, but in the afternoon, Han Ning received a call from the head teacher, saying that he had fought with other children.

When I rushed to the teacher's office, I saw a fat kid with a missing front tooth, crying and wiping away his tears, and standing behind him was a middle-aged woman who knew that he was not easy to mess with.

And his little nephew, as usual, stood quietly on the other side, expressionless, turned his head and looked out the window, as if nothing happened.

As soon as Han Ning came in, An Chen's eyes obviously flickered, and he lowered his head a little uneasily.

And the middle-aged woman glanced at the crutch in Han Ning's hand, and suddenly became more imposing, and immediately began to criticize:

"Are you the parent of this child? How did you teach him? Fighting at school? Do you still have a tutor?"

Han Ning ignored her, but turned to An Chen's class teacher and bowed slightly: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Seeing his polite manner, the teacher felt relieved.In this kind of situation, if both parents are unreasonable, it will be difficult for the teacher to be caught in the middle.

But fortunately, this parent seems to be well-mannered.

"It's all right," the teacher smiled reassuringly.

Seeing that Han Ning ignored her, the middle-aged woman began to say again: "Oh, what's going on? You beat my son, and you as a parent don't ask anything?"

Han Ning looked up at her, rubbed An Chen's head again, squatted down, his gaze was parallel to his eyes, and said softly:

"Fourth Uncle knows that Ah Chen will not hit others casually. Tell Fourth Uncle, why did you hit him?"

An Chen clenched his fist and stomped angrily: "He tore up my painting, we drew it for a long time last night..."

The fat kid immediately retorted: "Who told you not to help me draw! I will tear yours, and I will tear yours tomorrow!"

Hearing what the fat kid said, that teacher probably understood what was going on. In the art class, every child was required to draw. The fat kid couldn't draw well, so he pestered An Chen for help. An Chen was not happy, the fat kid I ran to the back of the classroom and tore up the parent-child painting posted there in the morning.

Han Ning nodded: "It's normal for children of this age to fight. The teacher invited me over. Is there anything else I need to explain?"

The middle-aged woman was shocked: "Are you going to forget about it? My son's front teeth were knocked out by him! No matter what happens, I have to apologize and pay compensation, or I will never give up!"

Han Ning tilted his head and smiled at her: "There is no need to apologize," and then pointed to Butler Lin who was standing behind him, "If this lady is worried, you can accompany your son to the hospital for an examination. , mental damage and extra compensation, I will give you a satisfactory result."

The middle-aged woman's almond eyes widened with anger: "You!"

At this time, the get out of class bell rang throughout the campus.

Han Ning smiled again and said to the teacher: "The last class is over, if the teacher is fine, I will take Chen home..."

The teacher also looked at it for a while, and shook his head: "No, no."

Han Ning took An Chen's hand, turned around and left.

The middle-aged woman wanted to chase after her, but was stopped by Butler Lin's hand.

Lin Butler is 50 years old this year, with gray hair and a kind and kind appearance:

"Ma'am, my young master is very busy. If you need anything else, just let me know. This is my business card."

From the office, to leaving the school gate, to sitting in the sports car, An Chen never raised his head.

He is so sad!

Last night, he and his fourth uncle drew all night, but he was torn apart by that little fat man. He was so angry that he jumped on him and beat him, knocking out his front teeth.

"Ah Chen likes that painting very much, Fourth Uncle knows, doesn't that little fat man hate it?"

An Chen was so angry that he kicked the car door: "It's so annoying!"

"What does that little fat man look like? Fourth Uncle seems to be unable to remember clearly..."

"Very fat!" An Chen looked up angrily, "Fat and crying!"

Han Ning slightly tilted his head and smiled: "Ah? Is that so? When I get home, Ah Chen will draw and show it to my fourth uncle. After my fourth uncle sees this little fat man, he will ignore him."

"Yeah!" An Chen nodded, "Little Fatty!"

When he got home, Han Ning opened the small desk in his bedroom. There were two compartments filled with white drawing paper.

"The one on the left is for what Ah Chen likes; the one on the right is for what he hates." Han Ning smiled at An Chen, "When you finish drawing the little fat man, put it on the right."

"Yeah! Right!" An Chen nodded.

After dinner, Mrs. Han called.

There is only one class in the second grade of the elementary school. An Yu knew that An Chen was fighting, so she immediately told Mrs. Han when she ran home.

Mrs. Han originally disagreed at first, but now that her little grandson is still so good at causing trouble, she objected even more.

"Mom, you have asked Butler Lin to follow me, don't worry," Han Ning sat on the sofa, propped his chin, and held his mobile phone, "You said that if I can't even manage a child well, what will I do in the future?" Take care of our company and employees, don’t you think so?”

Mrs. Han laughed angrily when she heard it over there: "You, mom can't tell you..."

An Chen was lying at the small table drawing the little fat man, but in fact, he occasionally raised his head to observe Han Ning's expression.

Although he was young, he was very sensitive. He knew that it must be the stern grandma who didn't like him calling.

This kind of uneasiness didn't settle down until after a semester, and gradually getting along with each other.