80s: Little Sweet Wife

There was no one in the Wu family, so Zhao Yingnan left Wu Mei in his own house. She was in so much pain that she fell asleep just after lying on the sofa, her little face was snow-white and pitiful.

Zhao Yingnan covered Wumei with a woolen blanket and touched her forehead. She looked a little cold because of sweating, but she didn't have a fever. Zhao Yingnan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"This child is really stupid, and he doesn't know how to cry when it hurts."

Although Zhao Yingnan said reproachful words, his eyes were full of admiration and pity, Papa Bear saw through her thoughts at a glance, and smiled: "If you want me to say that Meimei's temperament is actually more like you, you were in the Great Northern Wilderness back then. It’s the same every time, I never scream when I’m not feeling well, I follow our men up the mountain to carry the wood, and when it hurts so bad, I just hide and cry alone.”

Thinking of the past, Papa Bear felt tenderness in his heart, and took his wife in his arms. At first, he accidentally saw the most beautiful girl in the whole group, working harder than men, but when there was no one, he cried more than him. Everyone was sad. At that time, he was tempted. He just wanted to protect this good girl and not let her cry.

Zhao Yingnan also thought of the past, looked at her husband affectionately, and the couple just looked at each other like this, completely forgetting the Wumei on the sofa.

When Wu Zhengsi returned to the office after class, he received a call from Principal Yuan. After listening to Teacher Wu's report, Principal Yuan became anxious when he learned that Zhao Yingnan had to ask the school to explain.

How could he not know who Zhao Yingnan was?

If she really sticks to this matter, he will definitely have no good fruit to eat. He also wants to stay in the experimental school for a few years, get some political achievements, and then move up!

That's why Principal Yuan thought of calling Wu Zhengsi. After all, Zhao Yingnan is only a godmother, and Wu Zhengsi is his father.

"Mr. Wu, congratulations, classmate Wu Mei's program won the first place in our school, even Deputy Director Yan is full of praise!"

Principal Yuan knows the art of speaking very well. First of all, he gave Wu Zhengsi a good compliment and coaxed Wu Zhengsi into ecstasy. The chrysanthemums were blooming on his face, while the other teachers in the office all pointed their ears, wondering what happened to Wu Zhengsi. Beautiful thing!

"Mr. Wu, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Ling Qianjin, that's what happened..."

Principal Yuan briefly mentioned the matter of the nails, focusing on the word accident, only saying that the teacher's work was not in place, which caused Wu Mei to be injured.

Wu Zhengsi is not an idiot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is obedient and listens to the sound, and he understands what Principal Yuan means as soon as he hears it. Although he regrets that Wu Mei cannot participate in the city-wide show, Principal Yuan still has to give him face.

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Principal Yuan finally put his heart down. As long as the parents don't pursue this matter, it is simply a big deal, and he doesn't need his dignified Principal to bother!

However, this **** who started in the dark still has to be found out. Damn, he dares to make trouble in his territory, and he is impatient!

Wu Zhengsi told the news that Wu Mei had won the first place. These colleagues were all envious, jealous, and had sour bubbles in their hearts, but after they heard that Wu Mei sprained his feet, the sour bubbles suddenly vanished. Turn jealousy into joy.

If you can't participate in the city-wide show, even if you get ten first places, it's useless!

The luck of the younger daughter of the Wu family, tsk tsk tsk, is really unlucky enough!

Wu Zhengsi hurriedly went to the Xiong's house after get off work. Seeing Wu Mei who was sluggish on the sofa, he was still a little distressed. He asked Wu Mei a few words with concern, and said what Principal Yuan meant. Later, the eyebrows were said to be sprained, not pierced by a nail.