Reread Kindergarten for Her [Rebirth]

Because it is the first day of the preschool, the teachers of each subject will test the basics of the children when they come in.

The young math teacher comes in and wants to impress the kids by asking them to count from one to one hundred.

Spring Kindergarten is a bilingual aristocratic kindergarten. Although it is usually played, it has high requirements for children. Counting should be regarded as a sub-question given by the math teacher.

In the senior grades, the popularity of mathematics is really worrying, so the mathematics teacher intends to leave a good childhood memory for the children.

But Xu Ruoruo and Rong Chunhe were both distracted at this moment, Rong Chunhe was fine, Xu Ruoruo had to memorize a lot of names in his heart, obviously he couldn't take care of them, counting from 20 to 60, and counting from 60 back to 30, The counting is called a mess.

Because the children read together, the other children didn't pay attention, but the math teacher and Rong Chunhe who was next to her looked back at her in unison.

It's over, the little doll/little beggar's IQ is worrying!

Xu Ruoruo didn't know that she was rejected at all, and she was still painstakingly memorizing her name in the small notebook in her heart.

She scratched the table with her fingers, trying to take notes, but Rong Chunhe was beside her, and she didn't dare to move.

For the first time, Xu Ruoruo looked forward to returning home from school soon.

Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xu Ruoruo ran away, fearing that if she was late, she would not be able to remember everyone's names.

Rong Chunhe retracted his outstretched hand silently, and deep dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Who the hell begged her every day to hold hands and go home from school!

you lied.

***

Today was the first day of school, and my aunt and grandma came to pick her up, so it was reasonable for Xu Ruoruo to run away without rubbing Rong Chunhe's car.

Rong Chun walked alone through the chattering children, and finally walked out of his car.

It's unreasonable. Usually when my aunt comes, the little beggar Ruoruo will lead her to the school gate by the hand!

Rong Chunhe's mind gradually fell into thinking about Xu Ruoruo's abnormality, only to find that Uncle Zhao hadn't got out of the car for a long time when she came back to her senses, and finally she went to knock on the window by herself.

"Uncle Zhao"

Uncle Zhao quickly hung up the phone and went down to carry Rong Chunhe into the car. Although Rong Chunhe didn't like it, he still tied Rong Chunhe to the child seat.

"Miss, I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao just made a call and didn't notice." Uncle Zhao was embarrassed, apologizing, but at the same time, he didn't dare to look at Rong Chunhe.

"It's okay." Rong Chunhe waved his hand, he didn't bother to ask Uncle Zhao the reason, anyway, he was just perfunctory her.

Children also have the right to know, all of them are weird.

Rong Chunhe complained a little in his heart.

Uncle Zhao drove very slowly today, and the route was not the usual one. After Rong Chunhe asked, Uncle Zhao said he was going to pick up Mr. Rong.

Rong Chunhe immediately left Xu Ruoruo behind, and became excited: "Dad is back from a business trip!"

"Well, I should take a long vacation and spend time with Miss."

The corners of Rong Chunhe's eyes couldn't help but rise, and his uneasy mood suddenly became clear: "What about my mother?"

"It's the same. The wife is already at home, and the lady can see it when she goes back. The wife misses the lady."

"Wow, I miss my mother too." Rong Chunhe was really pleasantly surprised, shaking his little hands and feet, "Then Uncle Zhao, drive faster!"

Uncle Zhao was silent for a few seconds, but he still stepped on the accelerator, hurry up, sooner or later anyway.

Alas, I hope Miss will be as cute as she will be later.

***

Rong Lin was still wearing a business suit. After getting in the car, he took off his coat and unbuttoned his neckline. He easily moved to Rong Chunhe's side, and kissed her on the side of her face with a happy smile: "Good baby, preschool class!" Is it fun?"

"It's not fun, those little kids are so noisy." Rong Chunhe hugged Rong Lin's arm with both hands, and complained softly, "Ruoruo little beggars can't count."

Rong Lin couldn't help laughing out loud, and scratched Rong Chunhe's little nose: "A little brat still thinks other people's brats."

"Hmph, I'm different from them, they're all so stupid." Rong Chunhe stared, very dissatisfied, she felt that she was super powerful, and those little kids were so immature.

"Okay, okay, our Chunhe baby is the smartest." Rong Lin pinched Rong Chunhe's little face, and it turned out that his daughter was ice-snow and cute, and that kid was too ugly.

Thinking that he was going to confess to his eldest daughter when he got home, Rong Lin suddenly became nervous, and quickly sat up straight, asking tentatively, "Does Chunhe like baby Ruoruo?"

How does Rong Chunhe answer this?

The little beggar Ruoruo would ask her every few days if she liked her, but Rong Chunhe said no.

But if her father asked her, she would still answer that she liked it, otherwise Ruoruo little beggars would not be able to come to her house for car and food in the future.

"like."

Rong Chunhe's answer reassured Rong Lin a lot. Children definitely like to be accompanied.

"Then baby, do you want Ruoruo little baby to be your younger sister?" Rong Lin continued the routine, and Uncle Zhao slowed down the car tacitly in front.

Rong Chunhe tilted his head to think for a while, and finally nodded, feeling very proud. Everyone thought she was more like an older sister, because she was smarter, and Ruo Ruo, a little beggar, would only be silly and sweet.

Rong Lin was so overjoyed that he even forgot about safety, he put Rong Chunhe down from the child seat, hugged him and rubbed him: "Baby Chunhe is so cute, mom has prepared a surprise for you at home. "

Rong Chunhe raised his head with surprise in his eyes: "Mom has been on a business trip for so long, and I want a roomful of presents as compensation."

Rong Lin rubbed the top of her hair: "Greedy ghost, Dad will prepare it for you tomorrow, and Chun and Baby will not be allowed to sleep until the time comes."

Rong Chunhe raised his chin, and she just took it apart. She called the little beggar Ruoruo to come over and take it apart together, and it would be finished in a while.

Seeing that the father and daughter were happy, Uncle Zhao was relieved a lot, and the speed of the car became normal, and he arrived at the door of the house in a short while.

As soon as the car stopped, Rong Chunhe struggled out of Rong Lin's arms, and ran into the villa as fast as a small bomb, calling cheerfully while running: "Mom!"

The child is naturally dependent on his mother. The mother and daughter have not seen each other for more than 7 months, but Rong Chunhe still loves his mother the most, and even his father has to take a half step back.

Mrs. Rong has just finished confinement, she looks pretty good, she just finished feeding her milk, and now she is sitting on the sofa playing with her youngest son.

As soon as she heard Rong Chunhe's voice, she quickly stood up, looked at the door happily, and waited for the little witch to come to her.

Rong Chunhe saw Mrs. Rong standing there at a glance. After half a year of missing her, Rong Chunhe complained about his mother. With a sore nose, he opened his hands and ran over, looking up at Mrs. Rong: "Mom, hug .”

The neck of the baby who has just been full moon is fragile, and he can't put it beside him casually. The nanny is cooking again, and he really can't move his hands for a while.

"Baby, wait for a while, wait for your father to take your brother away, and then my mother will hug my Xiaochun and make up, okay?"

Only then did Rong Chunhe realize that there was something in Mrs. Rong's arms.

"Whose brother?" Rong Chunhe was often taken out by the Rong family to attend banquets. It was inevitable that he would meet children from other families. Brothers, sisters, younger brothers and younger sisters were all yelling at random.

"In our family, father and mother gave Chunhe a younger brother, do you like it?" Mrs. Rong squatted down, with the emotion of showing off her baby, and asked Rong Chunhe to take a look at her brother.

The little baby's eyes were closed, and he was drooling, looking silly.

"I don't want a younger brother." Rong Chunhe was silent for a long while, and after contacting the strangeness before, she figured it out by herself. Her parents secretly gave birth to a younger brother without telling her. She couldn't accept it, and opened her arms stubbornly. "Mom, hug baby."

"Wait for your father..." Mrs. Rong looked up at the door, and Rong Lin had already entered.

When Rong Lin took the child away, she would hold it. After all, it was the first child, and she had put a lot of thought into it and raised it carefully. Mrs. Rong still loved Rong Chunhe more.

Rong Chunhe couldn't wait for a moment, and held Mrs. Rong's hand tightly, his eyes were red: "Don't want brother, mom, why don't you hug the baby."

Rong Chunhe's voice was aggrieved, as if if Mrs. Rong didn't hug her now, it meant that she was about to be abandoned.

"Your father will be here soon..." Mrs. Rong was in a dilemma.

Rong Chunhe began to cry, pointed at Mrs. Rong and complained: "Mom, I love you so much, how can you like other babies!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mrs. Rong stood up quickly, avoided Rong Chunhe, put the baby in her arms into Rong Lin's hands, and then turned around to hug Rong Chunhe.

But Rong Chunhe had already put down his hands, fell to the ground and began to roll, complaining while rolling: "Mom, you lied to me, I don't want my brother, I don't want it! You didn't tell me, bad guys, you are all bad guys. You Don't want me anymore, I'm going to be thrown into the trash, I'm so miserable..."

While rolling, Rong Chun deliberately kicked all the things off the coffee table with his feet, making non-stop crackling noises.

Mrs. Rong wanted to go over and hug her, but Rong Chunhe didn't give her a chance at all. She got up from the ground and ran towards the second floor. Everyone thought she was going to go back to her bedroom and lock her up to cry. In the end, she stood on the stairs and made a gesture To roll down the stairs.

"Throw brother out, or I'll jump off." Rong Chunhe threatened with red eyes.

"Nonsense!" Rong Lin yelled, returned the child to Mrs. Rong, glared at Rong Chunhe, "Rong Chunhe, come down!"

"I don't!" Rong Chunhe yelled back, as if whoever had the loudest voice was right , anyway, I'm dead, you still have a child, woo."

The baby in her arms was like a hot potato, and Mrs. Rong hurriedly handed him over to the nanny who heard the sound: "Mom doesn't hold the baby, and the baby comes down. Mom only holds Chunhe baby. Mom loves Chunhe baby the most."

Hearing this, Rong Chunhe really looked better, but she knew that Mrs. Rong was still perfunctory to her, and she gave birth behind her back, and she couldn't push it back!

"You don't tell me!" Rong Chunhe was unhappy, very unhappy, "Anyway, this family has me without him, and he without me."

Rong Lin became angry: "Rong Chunhe, how old are you! Where did your parents teach you? He is your own brother! Other brothers and sisters are very good, why can't you?"

"I don't want it." Rong Chunhe was still collapsing, "He's a robber, he came to steal things from me."

Rong Chunhe was possessive in the first place, and she was the only one who could have the things she liked, but now a younger brother popped up suddenly, and even wanted to snatch her favorite mother!Impossible, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and one family cannot tolerate siblings.

Rong Chunhe jumped while talking, and moved his feet closer to the edge of the stairs. If he got closer, he might really fall off.

Uncle Zhao knew something was wrong when Rong Chunhe just had a fit, so he didn't even enter the door, so he started the car again, intending to pick up Xiao Ruoruo.

Miss Chunhe has always wanted to save face, so she won't be so disregarding her image when there are other children around.

The author has something to say: The last method is extremely unadvisable. I made a mistake in school when I was a child. I was criticized on the podium. The teacher called my good friend to talk about her thoughts.Ma Dan, who was deeply impressed, never dared to make mistakes again, and never wanted to see a good friend again.It's too embarrassing.