My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Towards the end of the documentary, the countless photos of parents holding signs with lost children faded.

Some parents can't straighten their backs, but they still insist on holding the sign the highest, hoping that more people will see it.

Wen Wen was so frightened that she kept shrinking into her father's arms, and finally hugged his father's arm tightly.

Not only does he not peel the edamame, but he also disturbs his father's work, and he holds his father's hand and asks his father to hug him tightly.

"Dad, I'm scared."

Wen Wen is very familiar with the scene simulation of many lost children in the documentary. He would often throw away his father's hand when he was having too much fun, and he also likes to join in the fun in crowded places.

On the way back from grocery shopping today, he even felt that he could come back from kindergarten.

In the past, Wen Wen always felt that he was very strong and powerful, even if he encountered bad guys, he could just punch them all to the ground.

But after reading it, I realized that those traffickers would never give him a chance to beat someone up, and just ran away with the child in their arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is here."

"Father, do you think...are there really so many bad traffickers?"

"Really, this is a documentary, not a movie."

"Father, you have to protect me. You have spent so much money on me. If you are abducted by human traffickers, how distressed you will be."

Wen Wen hugged his father tightly, because he was so scared that he still couldn't help shaking.

Xianyu put down the edamame he had peeled, adjusted his posture of holding Wen Wen, and lowered his head to kiss his forehead.

"I hope you can protect yourself, not because of how much I spent on you, but because you are really important to Dad."

"If you really encounter that situation, if spending money can get you back to my side, even if you sell the house and owe a debt, I'm still willing."

Wen Wen nodded slightly. He always knew that his father loved him very much, but he was still ignorant of the specific method of love. Now his father's words finally made him feel more real.

Dad's love for him is deeper than his love for money.

"Dad, you don't know how to settle accounts."

"Wen Wen, my work is related to this, how could I not settle accounts?"

Because of what his father said, the child, who was so scared that his back would get cold before, gradually warmed up, hugged his father tightly, and leaned over to kiss him.

"I'll protect myself."

To protect himself is to protect the project his father spent a lot of money on.

His father spent so much money, and he didn't spend much time on his work, so he couldn't run away with the money his father spent.

"Don't worry too much. We often have police patrolling here. If you encounter something, you can ask the police uncle for help."

"But I heard that Bai Rong's grandma said that if she is disobedient, let the police arrest her!"

When Wen Wen had to play with that annoying ghost because of her father's words before, she kept the words she overheard firmly in her heart.

"The police uncle only catches bad people, not good people, and if you need help finding them, they will be more than happy to help you."

"A child who is disobedient and cries a lot, is he a bad person?"

"This is not a bad person, and... my family is very obedient and doesn't like to cry."

Normally, as long as his father answered him, Wen Wen felt very safe, but today he had a completely different reaction when he heard what his father said.

"What if one day I suddenly become misbehaved and love to cry?"

"I will teach you slowly if you are not good, and coax you if you cry a lot. What else can I do? I can't just throw you away."

"That's right."

The child who was relieved to peel the edamame never mentioned that he could go home again. He even told his father several times when he entered the kindergarten on the first day of kindergarten that he must remember to pick him up.

"Don't worry, I will definitely pick you up on time."

The children in the small class just left their parents, and most of them felt a little uncomfortable. When they were crying, Wen Wen sat next to him and asked a teacher a question.

His father spent a lot of money to come to school. These children would not be able to settle accounts when they saw it. They spent money to send them to study, but they were crying here.

Originally, the teacher was coaxing the crying students, but there was a Wen Wen who kept asking the teacher what he was going to teach in class.

The teacher also knew that their place was a kindergarten and not a nursery school, so he tried to appease the children as much as possible, and began to teach them what they learned in the kindergarten.

When other children were afraid that the teacher would sit next to them, Wen Wen wished he could move a stool and sit on the podium with the teacher.

The more superstitious grandpas in the community said that they must be around those knowledgeable people more, and it is profitable to get a little breath.

Wen Wen is very sensitive to the word earned, and is very close to the teacher. From time to time, he would ask the teacher questions that he had accumulated before and did not have time to ask his father.

"Teacher, why does the teacher call the teacher not the little teacher?"

"Because you need to show your respect for the teacher."

At the beginning, the teacher thought that Wen Wen was very obedient, different from those children who only knew how to cry, but now he felt a little troubled by his overactiveness, as if he could ask about everything first.

She couldn't answer this specific answer, so she had to find a random answer that sounded very reliable.

"Oh, so that's what it is."

When it was time to leave school in the afternoon, the other children were taken downstairs together, wanting to see their parents quickly, only Wen Wen stayed in the classroom, helping the teacher tidy up the stools.

"Little Xianwen, why don't you go down?"

"I'll help the teacher do this together."

Wen Wen said it nicely, but in fact he just wanted to rub more with the teacher, like the bookishness that those grandpas said, it would be a waste not to let himself rub.

"So nice."

The teachers in this class also just graduated this year. I knew it was not easy to be a preschool teacher in school before. Now that I have started working officially, I have experienced very clearly that it is really very difficult.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, looked at Wen Wen's busy little figure there, took him by the hand and sent him downstairs, where the stools could be tidied up slowly after she came back.

"Thank you for your hard work, kid."

"It's not hard, I like the teacher."

Xianyu has been waiting at the gate to pick up his children, but the children in the same class have all left, and Wen Wen, his family, has not been seen. Just as he was about to go in and look for it, he saw a teacher leading Wen Wen away out.

At first, he thought that his cub would have to face the dilemma of inviting parents on the first day of kindergarten, but he was just led and sent out by the teacher.

After Wen Wen saw his father, he jumped up happily and called out to his father a few times.

"Dad! Here!"

The teacher handed the child to his father, and said with a smile, "Father Xianwen, your child is very good."

After being praised by the teacher, Wen Wen felt that his tail could almost go up to the sky, if he had it.

"Teacher please send him down personally."

"Goodbye, teacher~"

Wen Wen waved to the teacher, and when he walked to the gate, he waved goodbye to the doorman, walking on the sidewalk with a small schoolbag on his back, feeling like he had become a big kid.

"Dad, they were all crying at school today, and I wasn't."

Having sent children to kindergarten so many times, Xianyu has gained experience. In fact, most children cry when they first leave their parents, and they are reluctant to part with their parents and home.

Even adults can't help but feel sad if they continue to go out to work and wander after the Chinese New Year, let alone a child, it's perfectly normal.

"Huh? Then our family's Wen Wen is very powerful. Why don't you cry when other children cry?"

"Because they are stupid, they spend money to cry in the kindergarten."

Wen Wen thought about it and shook her head helplessly, it was really a group of kids who couldn't live their lives.

"Dad, don't worry about spending so much money for you, I will definitely learn all the teacher's knowledge!"

"great, good luck."

In order to reward his children, Xianyu went to the vegetable market today and bought an old hen, which was stewed before going out. He went back and reheated the old hen soup. Wen swallowed uncontrollably.

The kindergarten will also give out snacks or fruits in the afternoon. This afternoon, each of their children has half an apple. Wen Wen didn't waste any of it, and he didn't feel hungry on the way back.

"Come here, help Dad taste the saltiness."

"I'm coming."

When Wen Wen ran to the kitchen, he saw that his father not only scooped up some soup, but also put a chicken wing in his small bowl.

"Hey, how about chicken soup at night?"

"it is good!"

Fearing that he would get scalded, Xianyu brought the bowl to the dining table, and Wen Wen followed closely every step of the way. After his father put down the bowl, he jumped up, sat on the chair, took a sip of the soup with a spoon in his hand.

"Dad, just right~"

All the oil on the old hen soup has been disposed of by Xianyu, and the stewed soup has only the purest umami taste.

Before eating old hen noodle soup outside, what Wen Wen disliked the most was the smell of ginger in it. His father didn't put those weird things in it at all, so he drank it very satisfyingly.

The finished noodles were scooped up into a bowl, and some chicken soup was added on top. There was a big chicken leg on top of the warm bowl.

Seeing this scene, Wen Wen hurried over to wash his hands, waited for the water on his hands to dry, held the chicken leg and started to chew.

When his father sat down beside him, he didn't forget to poke his head to see if there were big chicken legs in his father's bowl like his own.

"Dad, where's your chicken leg?"

"under."

"You let me see."

Xianyu turned it over with chopsticks, and the chicken legs were exposed, so Wen Wen felt relieved and continued to eat.