stop pampering me

Cheng Jiayun’s kindergarten holds a parent-child sports meeting every year, and parents are usually required to participate. If the parents can’t come, they can also invite other members of the family to accompany them.

Because in the first year of Cheng Jiayun's parents' death, Cheng Jiayun cried and cried at the sports meeting, Wan Qian didn't bring Cheng Jiayun to participate anymore, just because she was afraid that she would fall in love with her.

Now that Cheng Jiayun offered to participate in the sports meeting, it showed that she had grown up and gradually came out of the shadows.

Before the sports meeting, the children and parents should hold a small meeting in the class to explain the matters to be paid attention to in the sports meeting and explain the competition process.

Today, many girls' parents are a little bit distracted. They don't know if they heard what the teacher said. They just stare at Huo Yongsen's face and speculate about the relationship between Wan Qian and Huo Yongsen.

Cheng Jiayun was lying on Wanqian's lap and acted like a baby, while Huo Yongsen stared at the paper on which the race schedule was written, as if reviewing important company documents.

Wan Qian said: "Don't be nervous, I will explain the rules again when the game is over."

Huo Yongsen said: "There is a project here called [Sweet Burden]. I remember you participated in it one year. Who did you ask for help?"

The so-called "sweet burden" means that the mother is holding the child, and the father is holding the mother, running to the finish line at the same time, and the group that arrives first wins.

Cheng Jiayun has no parents anymore, Wan Qian takes on the role of father, but he can't play two roles, someone has to help him.

"...?" Wan Qian turned her head, and she could find some jealousy on a piece of paper for the race schedule, which made my Huo Boss so powerful.

"You won't say you abstained, will you?"

"I asked Jiayun's teacher for help." In fact, there is nothing I can't say, "She takes good care of Jiayun and is a very gentle teacher."

Ah.

Very gentle teacher?

People always have a kind of innate radar perception for rivals in love. As soon as Huo Yongsen came in, he noticed the young head teacher on the podium, and he looked so-so.

In fact, Huo Yongsen is too picky. Cheng Jiayun's class teacher is Xiaojiabiyu's type, simple and caring, and at a glance, he can tell that he is the kind who is suitable for marrying and living at home.

"What do you think of her?" Huo Yongsen asked.

When a person asks his lover what he thinks of another threatening person, that person definitely doesn't really want to hear what his lover thinks, but rather wants to be praised by his lover about how good he is.

Wan Qian looked at the teacher's young side face and said: "I think it's pretty good. The man who marries her will be very happy. She mentioned to me about a partner, but you know my previous situation, I can't give it to you." She is happy, so I refused to avoid delaying others."

Huo Yongsen still feels that this explanation alone is not enough. If Wanqian's family situation is a little bit better, then seven or eight of them will fall in love with each other.

Huo Yongsen said sullenly, "Which type do you like?"

"Normal people would like the object of Gu's family, right?" Wan Qian is a dutiful person, so his thinking is also very dutiful. He may not love that teacher very much, but he will definitely treat that female teacher well. Maybe his life will be so mediocre. Passed lightly.

"But I like you." Huo Yongsen liked Wan Qian, and he expressed his feelings in a clumsy way. He was afraid that Wan Qian would say that he hated him, and that Wan Qian was just being forced to follow him. He was wishful thinking from the beginning to the end.

There is no winner in this relationship, Wan Qian is the swaying wind, trapped in the fortress built by Huo Yongsen, if Huo Yongsen is a little careless, the wind will slip through his fingers.

Wan Qian felt his heart was hit by something furry, and it became completely soft immediately. He wrapped Huo Yongsen's hand on the table and squeezed it, conveying a warm force: "Me too."

The chalk in the girl's hand on the podium broke with a "click", and she smiled faintly and said to the parents and children in the audience: "This is the last sports meeting for the children in the kindergarten. We all have fond memories."