wet nurse in marvel

It's still that old little church. After years of exposure to the sun, rain, and naughty children, it has begun to evolve into an old antique in a dilapidated state. The garden in front of the lobby was crowded with primary school students. They all looked hopeless and were driven out by the pastor to welcome their mother.

From time to time, you can still hear discussions

"What should I do if I haven't even finished copying the book that mommy asked me to do? Will my butt be smashed?"

"Ya Zhudie, I'm not familiar with my endorsement."

"Tsk, tsk, poor sister."

Among the 73 elementary school students, there are some scumbags, and naturally there are also some top-level academics among them. Although they usually love each other and are a family, when the moment of fate is decided, they will of course fly away separately when disaster strikes.

Nina, the stepmother, is not easy to mess with. No matter how much you call the minor child protection organization, it will be useless. She follows the formal procedures. The most common words of comfort from those child protection organizations are: "Study hard, your stepmother is really rich in the cold"

Child abuse does not exist

Private schools start at US$70,000 per year, and the food, drinks and entertainment are basically the most expensive ones. Apart from the fact that the chapel is a bit shabby, as long as Nina is not there, the children's physical and mental health cannot be faulted.

There's no snow or anything like that in New York City today, it's a rare sunny day. The girls in the church moved out plastic tables and chairs and started copying homework on the lawn. Some children who were usually lazy had their noses twitching and looked like they were about to cry at any moment.

The old man was smoking a cigarette under the big tree next to him. There was a bottle of vodka on the small table next to him to warm himself. Looking at the energetic girl in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that one thing defeats another, and you can't survive because of your own mistakes."

"Who are they?" the new childcare worker said in confusion. Next to her, there was an expressionless little boy looking at the little witches as they looked like they were in danger.

"Hey, don't you know?" she asked with the same confused look on her face, "Didn't Nina tell you? These are her adopted daughters. Today is Christmas Eve and she will come over to check her homework."

This young woman named Nadya was called here by Nina. There are some invisible things in the church, and volunteers are generally not allowed to come to help. They always hire childcare workers with childcare experience to take care of the children.

Nadya looked embarrassed: "Nina never told me this, she just gave me her address and ran away."

She thought about it and was still a little confused: "Nina, she shouldn't be a difficult person to get along with. Why do they seem to be afraid of this mother?"

Nadya and Nina met several times, and they basically got along quite harmoniously, but her temperament was a bit straight.

"It's your own fault," he said with the same sigh: "Who told these little guys not to learn well? They hang out with those fools all day long, hahaha."

As he said this, he couldn't help laughing, and he quickly threw the cigarette butt in his mouth into the trash can, took out a large cigar from his arms, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a few puffs.

The two of them just looked at the child, and the old man explained to Nadya the things in the church in detail. The most talked about thing is not to enter the church at night, especially when girls are doing endorsements. If you enter casually, something terrible will happen.

"Hey, look who's here." The unique magnetic voice of a female queen came from the big iron gate. Nina walked in from the gate with a cheerful look on her face: "Look, what gifts did I bring you? This It can be dismantled.”

As she spoke, she raised the holy light woven bag in her hand, and a violent struggle began inside. She kicked it without thinking to silence the contents inside.

When the girls saw their mother coming, they were afraid of getting angry because they were afraid that their homework would be doubled again. You must know that compared with public schools, except for the issue of teacher education, the homework of the former is more than twice that of the latter.

Inez, the little master of committing suicide, jumped out first: "Is that delicious, edible or drugged?"

Nina didn't show off, and opened the bag to reveal the demon inside, whose neck was clasped by the sacred ring: "The freshly caught devil, a specialty of hell, will accompany you to spend a happy time in the next few days."

Their curiosity was aroused, and the children's fear of their mother doubling their homework subsided, and they all gathered around the devil to watch the fun. Several enthusiastic ability users pulled out the bone spurs from the demon's body. The girl with the strength type had already grabbed the horn and opened it.