Reread Kindergarten for Her [Rebirth]

The little beggar Ruoruo has not come to class for three days, and Rong Chunhe really wanted to go to Sangyu City to bring him back in person, but Mrs. Rong said that Ruoruo hadn’t seen her mother a few times in these years, so she must want more Spend a few days with her mother. -

After hearing this, Rong Chunhe felt that Xu Ruoruo was too pitiful, so he restrained his temper and endured it for another two days, but if he didn't come back on Friday, she really wanted to arrest him.

Without Xu Ruoruo's company, Rong Chunhe felt that the class was even more boring. Thinking of picking up Rong Jingming later, she simply slipped out the back door ahead of time when the teacher wasn't paying attention.

Yunxiao's senior and junior grades were separated by a large round flower bed, and Rong Chunhe walked around the flower bed lazily towards the first grade.

At this time, the fourth grade and above are not in get out of class, and only the children in the lower grades can be heard running and jumping around. Rong Chunhe has already made an agreement with Rong Jingming to stay in the classroom after school, waiting for her go to him.

As a result, Rong Jingming's brat was not there at all, and a little girl with two flower buds ran over enthusiastically, insisting on pulling Rong Chunhe's skirt to show her the way.

One guide also pointed to the old place that Rong Chunhe was familiar with - Anliu Lane.Great place for a date with the little ones.

As soon as she saw Anliu Lane, the enthusiastic little girl beside her immediately ran away. Her short legs ran quite fast, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Rong Chunhe walked into Anliu Lane in amazement, and heard soft sounds as soon as he walked in.

"Young Master Rong, why hasn't your sister come yet?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, there are still 12 minutes before the end of get out of class, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Young Master Rong, don't be angry if you dirty your clothes in a while."

"Why am I angry, how dirty it is, remember to make me miserable. Do I have to put some dust on my face? Don't, don't, it's so dirty, who knows if there are bacteria, don't mess with my face. Thin man , how about the leftover ketchup from your fried chicken in the afternoon?"

What the hell is that kid Rong Jingming doing!

Rong Chunhe lowered his head to search the ground, and kicked a discarded coke can. The crisp voice spread from the end of the alley to the end of the alley, and the voice that was still talking just now changed its tone.

"Fatty Rong, my brother is short of money recently, so show my brother some respect!"

"That's so much? You're lying to ghosts. Brothers beat me up and took off his clothes. There must be more inside!"

"Woo, how dare you! My sister won't let you go if she finds out!" Rong Jingming said in a pitiful voice, "Ah, you hit me with a stick, and it bled from the beating. It hurts so much..."

The miserable voice was cadenced, and a helpless smile flashed in Rong Chunhe's eyes. Is this younger brother mentally retarded or funny!

She continued to walk forward, slowly walking from the other side of the quiet and messy alley, her blue and white uniform was clean, she looked like a noble and good student. -The afterglow of the setting sun was just reflected behind her, as if the whole body was glowing.

"Rong Shao, your sister is so pretty..." the skinny man sighed softly.

"Don't look, that's my sister." Rong Jingming kicked him angrily, "Why are you standing still, hit me!"

The thin man came to his senses and threw Rong Jingming to the ground. Rong Jingming's chubby body made a thud as soon as it landed. It sounded very painful. With a fragile little hand: "Sister, help me."

"It's useless to call my sister, bring money to my brother." The next few followed suit, and one of them was holding a baseball bat in his hand.

Rong Chunhe stood where she was, and when Rong Jingming was overturned, she frowned, and remained motionless after she frowned.

"Rong Shao, are you still fighting?" Rong Chunhe didn't move, how do they sing this play?

"Fight!" Rong Jingming gritted his teeth, "Really fight, don't hold back."

The younger brothers looked at him like a fool, but Rong Jingming's background was stronger than theirs, and his parents told him to have a good relationship with Rong Jingming, so they always pointed to where to hit him, and pointed to Rong Shao himself, so they just beat him without saying a word.

The children of rich and noble families are well nourished, so they are naturally strong. After a few punches, Rong Jingming began to cry with real emotion.

It's really hard to get out.

Rong Chunhe curled his lips, and was finally willing to come forward. As soon as she approached, the children quickly backed away. Rong Chunhe bent down to help Rong Jingming up, and pinched the flesh on his waist: "Let you Exercising, where have you been exercising? Just these few weak chickens can't win?"

"There are a lot of them." Rong Jingming muttered softly.

"Don't make excuses for being weak," Rong Chunhe saw that Rong Jingming stood firm, and pushed him towards the child, "Let's fight, if you can't win, don't even think about going home today."

The wind passed through the alley, and everyone's hair trembled slightly in the wind.

Rong Jingming and Yiqian younger brothers: ...

"Still fighting?" Rong Chunhe smiled, and raised his chin towards Rong Jingming, "Then sister come in person?"

"No, no, no," Rong Jingming stepped back again and again, "We will do it ourselves."

"Well, so good." Rong Chunhe hooked his fingers at the kid holding the baseball bat, "Give me the stick, it's not good if it hurts my brother, right?"

The child immediately presented the baseball bat, who dares to really hit the young master of the Rong family, I really want to cry.

"Hurry up, hurry home for dinner." Rong Chunhe urged again.

Rong Jingming and his younger brothers had no choice but to fight. They were weak at first, but when the five-six-seven-year-old boy was being mischievous, when he started fighting, he completely forgot the cause and effect, waved his fists and breathed wildly. A child was still rolling on the ground.

Rong Chunhe felt that Wudi was really lonely. She used to fight with tricks, and these little brats were really worthless... That Wen Erduo is not bad, so beating is forbidden.

Rong Jingming was young, usually acted like a baby, didn't have much training, and was beaten terribly in a short while, screaming for help: "Sister, I don't dare anymore! Sister, save me..."

Very poor.

The hard-hearted sister said that it is not enough, isn't the ketchup not used yet, and there is still room for improvement.

Rong Jingming didn't want to fight anymore, he didn't achieve his desired goal, he was at a disadvantage when he put in effort to beat someone and was beaten with effort, he curled his lips and howled suddenly: "Sister-in-law, help me."

Rong Chunhe stood up a little bit, swept behind him with his corner of the eye, and finally turned around and searched for a long time.

"Rong Jingming, you really owe a beating today!" Rong Chunhe walked towards Rong Jingming step by step with a stick in his hand, smiling deeply.

Rong Jingming squatted down with his head in his arms, and began to cry: "Why hasn't my sister-in-law come back to save me, oh, I miss my sister-in-law..."

Rong Chunhe kicked him: "Get up, why are you crying? Go home." After speaking, he turned around with a baseball bat in his hand.

"Oh." Rong Jingming rubbed his calf that had just been kicked, stood up staggeringly and followed Rong Chunhe, blinking at the younger brothers behind him, telling them to go back to their respective houses and find their respective mothers.

"Why did you play this show?" Rong Chunhe walked ahead, she needed to take the mentally handicapped brother to a crowded place and take a taxi back.

Rong Jingming was covered in ashes and his face was still red from the beating. He said aggrievedly, "I don't want my sister to go to junior high school."

Yunqi's junior high school and senior high school are located in the suburbs, the place is big enough to live in, and there are also dormitories, which are convenient for noble children to develop independent abilities from an early age. If Rong Chunhe goes to junior high school, it is likely that he will live on campus.But if his younger brother was bullied in the elementary school, the best sister in the world would definitely stay and protect him.

Rong Chunhe stopped in his tracks and glanced at the little one: "I like my sister very much?" It didn't treat him very well.

Rong Jingming raised his head and laughed until he couldn't see his eyes: "I like my sister the most."

"Fool." Rong Chunhe sneered, turned around and continued to lead Rong Jingming to the busy road, and walked a long distance before opening his mouth, "My sister will go home on weekends."

"Oh." Rong Jingming followed Rong Chunhe dejectedly.

It's for nothing, my hands hurt, my butt hurts, my body hurts everywhere, a loss-making business, I'm a loser.

Rong Chunhe turned his head to look at him, and stretched out his palm in a rare and generous way.

Rong Jingming's eyes were shining on his gray face, and he hurriedly put his little hand over: "Sister is the best."

Rong Chunhe opened his hand and refused to let him hold it: "Wipe it clean, it's all dust."

"Oh." Rong Jingming obediently rubbed the palm of his left hand on the clothes, but he couldn't wipe off the part that touched the tomato sauce. He stuck out his tongue and carefully licked it off.

Rong Chunhe twitched the corner of his mouth in disgust, and quickly withdrew his hand: "Don't hold it anymore, the saliva is dirty."

"It's not dirty, but it's clean." Rong Jingming spread out his two wet little hands with a super serious expression.

At this moment, Rong Chunhe didn't want to recognize this younger brother, and glared at him fiercely: "Whoever dares to drool on me, I will kill anyone, not even my own brother."

If Rong Jingming had ears and a tail, they would all be drooping now, struggling in a low voice unwilling to admit defeat: "Sister-in-law, too?"

"No." Rong · cleanliness · Chun He felt uncomfortable thinking about it.

"Oh." Rong Jingming pouted, and followed Rong Chunhe unhappily. The siblings walked one after the other in the afterglow of the setting sun.

While walking quietly, the screeching sound of brakes suddenly stopped next to Rong Jingming, and two men wearing black fisherman hats jumped out, and the tall one stretched out his long hand, pinching Rong Jingming under his arm.The sudden situation stunned Rong Jingming for a moment, and then he began to cry and asked his sister to save him.

"So dirty? Isn't it the young master of the rich family? You must have made a mistake."

"It's him in the photo, you're right, get in the car!"

The two fisherman hats talked grandly, Rong Chunhe turned around, with a serious face, and quickly grabbed the baseball bat and swung at the tall man's arm. He fished it back and hugged him, covered his chest with a baseball bat, and backed away to the crowded place without hesitation.

The fisherman's hat had already missed a good opportunity. Seeing that there were many people in the place where Rong Chun and escaped, he could only retreat into the black van and escape.

Rong Chunhe stood on the side of the bustling road with Rong Jingming in his arms, watching the black van drive away, which didn't even have a license plate number.

"Sister." Rong Jingming was terrified, and began to hiccup from crying, "Sister, I'm scared."

Rong Chunhe's dark eyes fell into deep thought, raised his hand and subconsciously rubbed his head, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, my sister is here."