A Scumbag Mother Dressed as a Bitter Hostess

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Zhuang Shiwan heard that Jiang Weizao was going to elementary school, and quickly grabbed her arm and said, "Morning, don't you go to kindergarten with me?"

"We didn't go to kindergarten together, I'm in the big rabbit class, and you're in the little cat's middle class."

"But we are in a kindergarten, I can play with you."

"But we have nothing fun at school, aren't there always many people around you?"

Jiang Weisha was unmoved.

Zhuang Shiwan puffed out his face, and rarely showed an unhappy look: "That's different!"

"Where is it different?" Jiang Weizao tilted his head puzzled. "Moreover, the kindergarten is very boring, and the teachers don't teach knowledge."

Of course, kindergartens teach knowledge, especially kindergartens like Jiang Weizao and others attend. In addition to the basics of language and mathematics, they also teach music, foreign languages, etc., but this knowledge is too simple for Jiang Weizao now.

"Then why don't you tell me earlier? If you tell me earlier, I will let my mother send me to elementary school."

"Why do you want to go to elementary school?"

"Because you went to elementary school!"

Jiang Weizao seemed to be unable to understand Zhuang Shiwan's idea of ​​acting with his friends, and frowned, "It's nothing to do with you when I go to elementary school, and you haven't even finished the pinyin, so you can't go to primary school."

Jiang Weizao's ruthlessness obviously hurt his little friend's heart severely. Zhuang Shiwan's eyes were wet, his mouth flattened, and he cried out.

Gu Lingjun was talking with Liu Wen, and suddenly heard Zhuang Shiwan's crying, he quickly put down Zhuang Shiyi and asked Liu Wen to take care of him, and got up to check the condition of the children.

"It's late, what's the matter?"

"Woo, woo..." Zhuang Shiwan's tears fell down, like turning on a faucet, crying so sad, "Godmother, woo...Godmother..."

"Good night, don't cry, don't cry," Gu Lingjun hugged Zhuang Shiwan as he coaxed, "What's the matter, why are you crying? Did you bump into something? Did it hurt?"

"Woo..." Zhuang Shiwan climbed on Gu Lingjun's shoulders, half of her face was buried on her shoulders, and the fabric was soaked in a short while, "Godmother..."

The little guy looked really sad, but no matter what Gu Lingjun asked, she didn't say the reason. Gu Lingjun had to look at his daughter, but Jiang Weizao only looked up at Zhuang Shiwan, a pair of hanging eyes opened wide, and they were rarely in a daze.

"Early, you told your mother what's going on, why did you cry so late?"

Jiang Weizao's small mouth was only half-open this time, and he didn't say anything for a while.

"Auntie, because I was going to elementary school early, and I wanted to go together later in the evening. She said that she would not be able to get to elementary school in the evening, so she cried."

Fortunately, the eldest Zhang Huaichun is already sensible, and one sentence sums up the ins and outs of the matter.

Gu Lingjun gently patted Jiang Weizao on the back while asking her daughter: "Morning, is that right?"

Jiang Weizao showed hesitation, hesitated for a while before nodding, "It seems like..."

She didn't seem to understand why Zhuang Shi had to cry so late.