Spoiled Wife: Are You Good or Bad, Young Master Ji?

Zhang Mo'er got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for Mai, and then sent Mai to school.

Fortunately, Mai Mai's ability to adapt is quite strong, otherwise Xiaomai would have a psychological shadow due to the continuous change of schools.

"Wheat, eat quickly, after eating, mom will take you to school."

"Mom, I'm almost done, don't you want to eat?"

Seeing that Zhang Mo'er just stared at her and ate without taking a bite, Mai Mai reminded her.

"It's okay, mom is not hungry, I will eat later after sending you to school."

Xiaopao went back to the kitchen to get a bento box, put breakfast in it, and handed it to Zhang Mo'er.

"Mom, you don't need to come back later, just take it with you and eat."

Zhang Mo'er smiled and patted Mai Mai's head, "Mai Mai is so smart, why didn't Mom think of it just now."

"That's because Mommy put all her attention on Wheat."

Zhang Mo'er smiled even more, and her Mai Mai seemed to be getting smarter and more sensible.

It's really her sweet little padded jacket.

"Xiaomai, you will be able to enter the small class in a few months, and you may have to change schools at that time, so you have to be mentally prepared!"

Zhang Moer reminded Maidao.

"It's okay, mom, I can make many good friends in this way, and other children don't have this kind of treatment."

Mai Mai sighed silently in her heart, she couldn't remember the past, so even if she didn't change schools, it didn't seem to matter.

Mai Mai suddenly remembered that Mo Zihan was also here, and while Zhang Mo'er was in the kitchen, she secretly called Mo Zihan.

"Godfather."

Wheat cried sweetly.

Mo Zihan didn't expect that this girl would take the initiative to call him. He originally said that he would go to see Zhang Mo'er and Mai after finishing Yun Anya's affairs.

Unexpectedly, Mai Mai called first.

"Hey, Mai, what do you want to do with your godfather?"

Mo Zihan said with a smile on the phone, after all, she was his daughter, and his voice softened a lot.

"It's nothing, but I remember that godfather, you should be here, so I greeted godfather, because my mother and I also moved here, and my father said that he would come to see us when he finished his domestic affairs. But I want to see my father, but I don't want to disturb my work, so I can only disturb my godfather."

Mo Zihan couldn't help but laugh, for such a little guy, who speaks in a different way, she really is his daughter.

"Well, how about godfather picking up wheat today?"

When Mai heard this, he was very excited.

"Okay, but you have to tell mom, otherwise mom will worry."

"Okay, I will contact your mother later."

Mo Zihan said.

At this time Zhang Mo'er came out.

"Mai, who are you calling?"

Mai Mai was taken aback, and then said with a smile, "I'm talking to Papa Mo!"

After speaking, he handed the phone to Zhang Mo'er.

Zhang Mo'er answered the phone suspiciously.

"Hey?"

Hearing Zhang Mo'er's voice, Mo Zihan thought to himself, it's just right, he doesn't need to call Zhang Mo'er, and just make it clear now.

"I'm Mo Zihan."

"Young Master Mo?"

Zhang Mo'er looked at Mai in doubt, why did Mai call Mozi Hanmo's father?
Mo Zihan smiled and said, "Don't call me Mo Shao anymore. Call me Zihan if you're out of touch. I went to visit you when you were in a coma for a few days. I saw that Mai was a good match, so I recognized him as my goddaughter. I hope you don't mind the idea of ​​cutting first and playing later," Mo Zihan explained.

Only then did Zhang Moer understand what was going on.

"It's okay, Xiaomai seems to like you very much."

"I'm also in Italy. Ache told me to take good care of you two. I checked and it seems that your class is a little late today, so today I will go back to pick up wheat."

Mo Zihan said simply.

"This is too much trouble for you."

Zhang Mo'er was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, Ah Che and I are brothers, this is what we should do, not to mention picking up my goddaughter, there is no trouble at all."

Zhang Mo'er didn't evade any more, thanked her, and hung up the phone.

Then he looked at the wheat with a smile.

"Little guy, when you have a godfather, don't tell your mother!"

She pinched Maimai's face, pretending to be angry.

Pointing at the watch, Mai Mai changed the subject, "Mom, if you don't leave, you will be late."

It wasn't until Zhang Mo'er came to her senses that she hurriedly packed her things and hurriedly sent Mai to school.

Although there are drivers who accept it, Zhang Mo'er is still a little worried because the orphan and widow are in a foreign country.

After sending the wheat away, Zhang Mo'er hurried to school.

Just 5 minutes before class, she entered the classroom, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she caught up.

But before she entered the classroom, she was stopped by a woman on the podium.

"You stop."

The woman's voice was a little sharp.

Zhang Mo'er has good eyesight and can clearly see what is written on her badge.

Is it a professor?Could it be the teacher of this class?
Zhang Mo'er realized that something was wrong, so she stopped quickly.

"Sorry, I'm a student in this class."

I just heard the woman put her waist in and said in a strange way: "Huh, I'm still the teacher of this class! You are late, please get out. In my classroom, I don't allow students to be late, even if they are late by a second."

"But, there are still five minutes."

Zhang Moer retorted.

A group of people nearby whistled, because Zhang Mo'er was very good-looking, and they rarely saw such a delicate oriental face, so they paid close attention to this farce.

At the same time, there are still people who are always ready to perform a heroic rescue of the beauty.

The professor's voice grew sharper.

He said coldly: "That's the time set by the school. I said that a person like you doesn't seem to be here to study seriously. You don't even understand my rules. You have the nerve to say that you are a student in this class. Now you immediately Get out for me."

The female professor pointed at the door and signaled Zhang Mo'er to get out.

Zhang Mo'er was at a loss, and couldn't figure out who she was provoking.

"Sorry, professor, this is my first day of school, I really didn't know you have such a rule, please forgive me, I will definitely not make it again next time."

Zhang Mo'er thought, it's better not to make a big deal when she's new here, so whether it's her fault or not, she has to apologize first.

The female professor snorted, looking very disdainful.

"Since you know you've made a mistake, go out and stand there. You can come in next class. I'm right and wrong. If anyone is late again in the future, this will be the consequence."

Zhang Mo'er shrugged. Well, it turns out that the female professor was trying to build up her prestige, so she accidentally became cannon fodder?

Touching her nose in embarrassment, Zhang Mo'er walked out resignedly.

Honestly staying at the door for punishment, I never thought that I would be able to feel the feeling of being punished for a while when I grow up so old.