Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Song Yinzhi hugged Xiaoxueqiu tightly, swallowed, and tried hard to force back the tears.

Even so, out of politeness, he bowed respectfully to the early teacher: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

He picked up the baby's small schoolbag, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he walked out weakly.

All of a sudden, Little Snowball struggled restlessly in his arms, shouting "Come down, come down" all the time.

"What's the matter, Xueqiu, do your eyes hurt?" Song Yinzhi held up the baby's face and carefully checked the baby's eyes.

"Come down!" the baby yelled in dissatisfaction.

Song Yinzhi didn't know what the baby was going to do, but he obediently put him on the ground.

The little baby staggered and took his small schoolbag, squatted there and unzipped the schoolbag, took out a gold card from the middle of the schoolbag, clenched it tightly with his little hands, and ran towards the shrew just now.

The next scene shocked everyone present, they began to doubt their own eyes and even their lives——

Holding the gold card, the little baby imitated the woman's playfulness just now, threw the card on the woman, and said in a childlike voice:

"Inside, 1000 million, get out."

"What, what?" The woman frowned, looking at the little bean in disbelief.

He is only one and a half years old, how can he recognize such a large amount of 1000 million? This is not the point. The point is that this gold card is a supplementary card, and the bank logo on it is——

IZ International Center Bank.

You must know that IZ Bank is an affiliated industry of IZ Group and is not a state-owned enterprise. However, sometimes when the state-owned enterprise bank is unable to operate, it has to borrow money from IZ. It is a private bank, but it is not an ordinary private bank.

And IZ's gold card is similar to the black card, and the number of people who can get the gold card in the world can be counted on ten fingers.

These so-called wealthy wives can go back and ask their husbands to see if they can enter the gate of IZ Bank.

Just when everyone was stunned, the door was suddenly opened.

Everyone looked for the prestige, and saw a panting preschool teacher standing at the door. She ran in and pulled the preschool teacher who was teaching the child just now. Although she was trying to keep her voice down, her anger was at MAX:

"What's the matter with you, the young master of the IZ family has paid three tuition fees with us! He also said that if he thinks he can invest 500 million yuan in the center, who are you with! big?!"

The voice was neither loud nor low, and was just heard clearly by the people around.

The parents who were yelling for Song Yinzhi and the others to get out just now shut their mouths in an instant, and the whole classroom was so silent that a needle could be heard clearly.

Not only these parents, Song Yinzhi could smell the embarrassment in the air.

He picked up Xiaodouding, picked up the gold card and stuffed it into the small schoolbag, and bowed to everyone very politely:

"Sorry, my child is a bit willful, don't take it to heart."

After all, turn around and leave.

"Wait, wait a minute!" The early teacher hurriedly chased after him, with a flattering smile on his face, "I'm really sorry, it was my colleague who made a mistake just now, which brought you an unpleasant experience, and we will definitely make great efforts to rectify it! We will never do it again This kind of thing happened, otherwise, let's go to the office to drink something first, seeing that you have been waiting all morning, you must be thirsty."

Song Yinzhi knew very well that the misfortune would not affect others. The early teacher who came in later did not do anything wrong, but he believed that the people in this bullshit early education center were all like dogs, and they were all masters who recognized money but not people. Qiu is really a child from a poor family with nothing, will they still put on such a flattering face?

The answer is obvious.

Song Yinzhi smiled: "It's okay, I think my baby is bored staying here, otherwise let's go back first and see you again when we have a chance."

There is a chance to see you again, not, see you tomorrow.

Then the subtext in this sentence is obvious.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly left the early childhood education center with the baby in his arms, leaving behind a bunch of adults who were still in a mess in the wind.

He first took the baby to the hospital to check the wound. The doctor gave some medicine and said there was nothing serious. Then Song Yinzhi felt relieved, took the baby to eat something, and then went home.

As a result, as soon as I got home, I heard the landline ringing non-stop.

Song Yinzhi unhurriedly took the baby to wash his hands and rinse his mouth before he leisurely went to answer the phone.

As soon as the phone was picked up, there was an overly sincere male voice:

"Hello, is this Mr. Feng's house?"

Through the phone, just by listening to the voice, you can feel the nodding and bowing gesture of the other party.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm the father of the child who accidentally injured Feng Qi in the early education center this morning. I heard my wife explain the whole incident. I called to apologize to you."

Song Yinzhi glanced at Xiao Xueqiu who was sitting on the sofa playing with a little fox doll, and looked at the trace of the potion on his face that was an eyesore, and his tone was a bit blunt:

"I see, it's okay, you don't have to worry about it." "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it." The man hurriedly said, "My wife is savage and capricious, I offended you, I'm really sorry, how is the baby now, it's okay Is it?"

"Thanks to you, it's very good." Song Yinzhi said coldly.

"Well then, to apologize, you see, if you have time, our two families will have a meal together, at the place you decide, and I will make it up to you."

Song Yinzhi sneered: "No need, I'll accept what I want, but I don't have time."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have time, we will come to the door to apologize..."

"I said no need." Song Yinzhi interrupted him mercilessly, "We don't need a mild apology, it won't make up for the harm the baby suffered, and the ending won't change, I just hope, Anyone can get the minimum respect from your wife and your son."

Song Yinzhi paused, and then said: "All people are born equal, aren't they?"

"You are right, you are right, I will definitely educate them well."

Song Yinzhi didn't want to say anything to him, hung up the phone, turned around and went into the kitchen to help the baby prepare food.

But on the other end of the phone, the pot has already exploded.

That savage shrew was still wailing, and her stupid son was holding a pile of building blocks and screaming, but here, it was her husband who reprimanded and cursed like a storm.

"I'm fucking working hard to make money outside! You're going to make this kind of moth for me outside?! I don't know how much money I have?! I want to fuck Killed by you!"

"I know I was wrong, didn't I apologize!" the woman cried, not to be outdone.

"I'm sorry for your numbness! This stupid thing you raised injured the only son of IZ's family. Do you think people can forgive us? No one accepts apologies. For a small company like ours, IZ can just move his fingers casually." Fuck a lot of people, do you have any fucking tricks?!"

"No! I can't do it!"

"Are you still plausible here?! Get out! Take your stupid son and get out of here! Wherever you want to go!"

****

"Snowball, do your eyes still hurt?"

Song Yinzhi was watching TV on the sofa with the baby in his arms, when he saw the baby's little hand reaching around the wound from time to time, touching it, and putting it down again.

The little baby shook his head, but nodded again after a while.

He turned around and lay down in Song Yinzhi's arms with an aggrieved face, his little hands tightly clutching his collar.

Song Yinzhi gently stroked the baby's back: "Hey, our snowball is the best~" The little baby raised his head, his big golden eyes were fixed on Song Yinzhi's face, Song Yinzhi looked a little embarrassed, his face was burning hot sharp.

"Why does the baby keep staring at my brother? Is there something on my brother's face?" As he spoke, Song Yinzhi wiped his face in a concealed manner.

"It hurts." The little baby's thin eyebrows were tightly knit together, and the light-colored eyeballs were covered with a trace of mist, looking really pitiful.

Song Yinzhi understood that the child was acting like a baby to him because his forehead hurt too much.

"The elder brother can help you, please, it hurts and then flies away."

The little baby nodded, his little hands were still tightly clutching Song Yinzhi's collar.

After symbolically blowing on the baby's wound, Song Yinzhi immediately asked, "Is the pain gone?"

The little baby nodded lightly, and pressed his small hand on Song Yinzhi's chest: "There is still a whirr."

To be honest, seeing little Xueqiu act coquettishly is harder than going to heaven. It is said that a child who can act coquettishly has sweets to eat. Sure enough, when little Xueqiu came a little bit, Song Yinzhi immediately surrendered.

He hugged the baby, shook his body lightly, and gave him "hoo hoo" from time to time, the baby lay on Song Yinzhi's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Although I was surprised at the behavior of the little baby holding a card in the early education center today, I don’t know who this child learned from, maybe he watched some strange TV series.

But after thinking about it, he is just a little baby after all, and he seems to like himself quite a bit. When he became the target of public criticism, he resolutely stood up and used his small body to block everyone.

"Baby, thank you." Song Yinzhi hugged the baby tightly and said something softly.

And the baby seemed to have heard what he said, and uttered a raving in his sleep.

"clatter."

Da da da, little cutie.

Counting the days with my fingers, the nanny will be back in the next few days. She has been busy taking care of the children recently, and she hasn't cleaned the house very well. While the baby is sleeping, she has time to—

Song Yinzhi did what he said, put on his apron, rolled up his sleeves, and got ready to clean the sanitary utensils without dragging his feet.

The downstairs is almost done, only two storage rooms upstairs.

Song Yinzhi vaguely remembered that the aunt mentioned in the letter that the storage room on the left cannot be entered, but she didn't explain the reason clearly.

If you don't let me in, don't come in.

After cleaning the area, Song Yinzhi felt that it was almost done, and was about to pack up and take a shower before going to bed quickly.

He took the broom and squatted at the door of the storage room to pick off the sticky hair on the broom.

Um?There are quite a lot of strands of light brown hair. Is there anyone in this family who has dyed hair of this color?

The nanny seems to have ordinary black hair, and so does she. Although the baby's hair is light, it's not so long. Could it be the baby's parents' hair?

Then why are there not in the living room, but so many dropped at the door of the storage room?

Song Yinzhi looked at the small pile of hair with scrutiny, and his expression seemed to say, "I have read more than 500 episodes of Conan and more than ten books of Agatha".

Then he figured it out.

This hair must belong to the baby's parents. Maybe it's because the storage room is not allowed to enter, and the nanny aunt rarely sets foot here, and she doesn't usually come to clean it. It must be like this, otherwise there is no better explanation.

He stood up, picked up the broom, and was about to go down——

"Susususu."

what sound?

"Swiss, rustle."

There was a rustling sound, like a mouse stealing food.

Song Yinzhi immediately pricked up his ears to find the source of the sound.

He searched around, and finally locked his eyes on the brown storage room door in front of him——