Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Worrying about what would happen to Qingqing, Luo Chenze didn't dare to delay, and soon came to the kindergarten.

The children are having a handicraft class, and Teacher Xiaoyun is teaching them how to make handmade dolls.

Nanzai and Qingqing were sitting in the front row, but Qingqing was a little restless and kept thinking about what happened in the morning.

In fact, Qingqing didn't feel afraid, but she was afraid of causing trouble to Luo Chenze.

The little uncle is so busy all day. If he knew that he had caused such a big disaster, he didn't know how much he would have to worry about himself.

What's more, before that, my uncle had warned him not to let Nanzai's daddy see his face.

Even though Qingqing always remembered what his uncle said, the things that worried his uncle still happened.

With her head down, Qingqing was playing with the doll in her hand, secretly anxious, and did not notice the children's scissors on the table. skin.

"hiss--"

Qingqing frowned, but her face was a little dull, and she stared blankly at the **** fingers.

Nanzai was the first to see it and quickly raised his hand to signal to the teacher.

"Mr. Xiaoyun, Qingqing is injured."

As soon as these words came out, the children in the small class looked like they were fried, looking at them one by one, chattering and not knowing what they were talking about.

Teacher Xiaoyun waved her hand, first to appease everyone's emotions.

"Children, don't panic, the teacher will take care of it."

After speaking, Teacher Xiaoyun came over anxiously.

"Qingqing, let the teacher take a look."

Teacher Xiaoyun squatted down, holding Qingqing's hand and examining it carefully.

Fortunately, Qingqing's fingers didn't bleed too much, but the skin was cut by the scissors.

With a sigh of relief, Teacher Xiaoyun raised her eyes and said in a gentle voice, "Qingqing, it's not a serious injury, will the teacher take care of it for you?"

Qingqing didn't speak, just nodded silently.

Seeing Qingqing's well-behaved appearance, Teacher Xiaoyun touched her head.

When Teacher Xiaoyun was about to take Qingqing to the office, Nanzai took out a Doraemon Band-Aid from her schoolbag.

"Teacher, I have a Band-Aid here."

Teacher Xiaoyun smiled, "Nanzai, how could you have this?"

When Qingqing heard Nanzai's words, she turned her head and looked at him quietly.

Nanzai patted his schoolbag and said with a hint of pride: "This is what Daddy prepared for me."

A trace of sadness flashed in Qingqing's eyes.

Nanzai's daddy is really good.

Unlike her, there is no mother and father by her side, only her little uncle.

With her head down, Qingqing whispered thank you, and didn't go to see Nanzai.

"You're welcome."

Nanzai said happily, and solemnly put the Band-Aid in Teacher Xiaoyun's palm, "Teacher, here it is for you."

"It's so cute!"

Teacher Xiaoyun complimented him, and skillfully dismantles and sticks the sticker on Qingqing's finger.

"Okay, Qingqing, don't worry too much, the wound will be healed tomorrow."

Qingqing nodded: "Thank you, Teacher Xiaoyun."

"It's okay, just don't use the scissors anymore."

Nanzai stretched out his small hand, "Qingqing, I can help you."

Looking up at Nanzai, Qingqing unconsciously revealed a smile.

Seeing the two little dolls smiling happily, Teacher Xiao Yun's heart softened.

"Okay, then let's continue with the handicraft class."

Getting up, Teacher Xiaoyun clapped her hands and continued to start half of the handicraft class.

Nanzai really did what he said, and whenever he needed scissors, he would always help Qingqing prepare them.

Qingqing always took it over and said thank you seriously.

The two cooperated fairly well, and the rag doll was completed quickly.

Teacher Xiaoyun was full of praise for their works, and even showed them to the children to enjoy together.

Just before the crafting class is over, an uninvited guest disrupts the ragdoll competition.