The sand sculpture is rebellious and loves to cause trouble for others.

[You are really wiping your ass with gauze - show me your skills! This (self-proclaimed) traditional Chinese painting master felt ashamed when he saw this painting! Of course, my favorite is the last picture of the slender girl taking a bath, with the cow's nose rising to the sky. ]

[Pfft, when I heard my name, my smile automatically crept up to the corners of my mouth! Hahaha, it has to be said that there is no sense of disharmony in painting the conference room like a hot spring. The only discordant thing is: their long hair and makeup...hahaha...can you stop being so funny! ! ]

[By the way, Mr. Su can not laugh at this painting. This skill cannot be developed in twenty or thirty years! ]

Su Yunzhan learned from the painful experience that in order for the following meetings to proceed efficiently, it was necessary to store Ye Qinghuan for a while.

As Chen Zhu and Su Yunzhan were whispering to each other, Ye Qinghuan, who was invited out of the conference room, looked at the children's playground full of radishes and couldn't wait to open her arms and run towards her playmates.

Chen Zhu, who was still urging the teacher to look at Ye Qinghuan, couldn't help but twitching when he saw Ye Qinghuan blending into the group of children.

Suddenly, he seemed to see the way he would take his daughter to and from school in the future, but once this child put on Ye Qinghuan's face——

Chen Zhu shook his head vigorously, turned around and solemnly told the teacher again,

"Please be sure to keep an eye on her. If anything happens, please contact me at any time!"

Ye Qinghuan, who was changing from an intern assistant to the principal's assistant, was pulled by the principal to familiarize herself with the process before she even had time to kiss and hug the cute little carrot head.

The children of Su's Group employees are housed in the children's paradise. In order to give mothers no worries, in addition to taking care of their children, they also usually take into account teaching children literacy, singing and essential life knowledge.

Although this sounds easy, once the target is changed to children under four years old, it will be a headache.

As soon as the principal said a few words, the children in the small square started fighting. Some of them got their clothes wet and needed to be changed. The two teachers were busy spinning around.

Listening to the deafening cries, the principal's words could not be heard at all.

Some have a headache and wave their hands,

"Let's do this for now. If you don't understand, ask again. Now let's comfort the children."

Ye Qinghuan turned her head and looked at the carrots who were crying and dropping their little golden beans one after another. She clapped her hands fiercely,

"No need to bother you! I have a way."

Saying that, Ye Qinghuan smiled mysteriously, and in the principal's untrusting eyes, he took off his outer tire and threw it on the ground, then sat down with his legs spread.

"Ahhhh-"

The sudden cry was like a torpedo falling into a small pond, directly covering up the original sobbing sound. Along with the sound of Ye Qinghuan slapping her thighs and stamping her feet, it successfully attracted the attention of the dozen or so little carrots present.

The principal and two teachers looked at her like a blackmailing old lady and didn't know whether they should step forward and pull her up.

Just as Ye Qinghuan was crying and lost in thought, a little girl slowly walked up in front of her, squatted down and looked at her, patted her hand and comforted her, saying,

"Sister, stop crying. Your crying voice is so noisy and my ears hurt."

Ye Qinghuan, who thought it was comfort but ended up being rejected:...

"Ahhhh - I'm so sad, and you still say that I'm not alive anymore!"

Ye Qinghuan turned around and continued to cry. When she was tired of crying, she lay on the ground and continued to weep.

The children who had just started calling had never seen this posture before, and they all gathered around and apologized.

"Sister, please stop crying! Mom said you will become ugly if you cry too much. Come on, let me make you smile!"

"I have some candy here, let me give it to you. If you eat something sweet, you won't even think about crying!"

"I have water, give you a drink -"

For a while, the children donated their snacks and toys one after another, and after a lot of effort, Ye Qinghuan finally stopped crying.

The three teachers who didn't expect such a move were dumbfounded and looked in disbelief as they were clamped on the seats. A child on the left and a child on the right were allowed to be rubbed.

There are little friends in the front, back and left serving tea and water, which is very comfortable.

However, the person involved was still not satisfied and snorted arrogantly.

"For the sake of your sincerity, I won't cry. But just because I don't cry now doesn't mean I will cry in the future. So you need to use all your strength to make me happy and treat me as your king."

At this moment, the children looked at me and I looked at you. They immediately put their hands on their shoulders, squatted down and said loudly,

"I will see your Majesty..."

This posture was like watching The Legend of Zhen Huan with her family. Seeing the posture of squatting down and raising her hands, Ye Qinghuan gave her a hundred points.

When Ye Qinghuan was about to raise his hand to let them get up, he heard a little girl next to him take a step forward, stumbling and shouting,

"Your Majesty, I... want to sue... Guiren Chen, Sitong..."

On the other side, a child who had lost his snacks had his mouth puckered up. He stood up and pointed at Ye Qinghuan and scolded her dissatisfiedly.

"Damn it, I am the king and you are a foolish king. Do you want to imitate the tyranny of the Qin Dynasty?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Qinghuan couldn't stand still and immediately started cheering.

In the stunned eyes of netizens, they saw her lift her butt, slap her thighs and open her arms with a smile.

"Hey, you want to hug me - then I will give you a chance. Someone will come and bring this young master into the harem and give him the title of concubine!"

Immediately, under the stunned eyes of the children, he took a beauty with his left hand and kissed her. He turned his head to the right and took the candy handed over by the young lady. It was really a great time.

[Ugh, Ye Qinghuan is really the deaf emperor, right? ]

[Master Konger! ! ]

[This is not a review, but a tribute! After watching this, I laughed like a fool. It can be said that I blended in without any sense of violation. I wonder if Ye Qinghuan's mental age is exactly three years old. ]

[haha, you say yours, and I listen to mine, and we don’t interfere with each other. ]

[Haha, I just want to say that I have learned. Next time the neighbor’s child cries and says that I bully him, I will try Ye Qinghuan’s counterattack method of pretending to be deaf——]

After the children were gathered together by Ye Qinghuan to play games, the principal and two teachers also had a rare moment to catch their breath.

Seeing Ye Qinghuan happily serving the children tea and water, and playing the palace battle game, the children were still vying for their own positions and titles,

Seeing that the concubines had been ranked from Concubine to Concubine Mo, they looked at each other and felt that there was something wrong with the educational method of entertaining and entertaining.

Why don't you try Ye Qinghuan's method tomorrow?

Compared with Ye Qinghuan's quiet and peaceful life here, the rest of them can be said to have a miserable working life, which immediately caused dissatisfaction among their fans.

[I want to protest, why is it that my Bao'er set up a street stall in the hot weather and was looked down upon and blackmailed, while Ye Qinghuan ended up just eating, drinking and having fun? The show crew shouldn't treat them differently]

[Looking at the attitudes of President Yan and President Su, it’s obvious that they were given to Manny! Money can make ghosts spit, but capital can protect her, but what can be done! ]

[I have pity on my silly son. He delivers takeout in such a cold weather and has to pay every day. It’s not fair——]

[@Director Team, protest, protest, don’t treat people differently. ]