No one shouted Pei Chuan, and Pei Chuan did not mind. He lowered his eyes and quietly read the book quietly.

When Pei Yao met his new friend and looked back at him again, he didn't know why. Pei Chuan's heart was no longer calm before, and she even wanted to distract her little buds, so that she wouldn't look at the angry feeling.

Pei Chuan regained his breath, flipping through the book without expression.

The preschool class is different from the kindergarten, and you have to leave school at 11 noon. A group of children who have just come from kindergarten have been eagerly looking forward to it, hoping to see the figures of their parents.

Yu Qian smiled and said, "Mom and Dad won't come to meet you at the door of the classroom. The teacher must take you to the school gate to line up. Starting from the first group of children, stand neatly and see your parents Grandma! "

All other children walked this way, with the exception of Pei Chuan—because of his special body, Pei Haobin rode his motorcycle into the school.

Pei Haobin carried his son, and as he passed the school entrance by the traffic lane, he sharply saw Xiao Beiyao on the left standing in line and standing in front of the crowd.

Because she is young, she is a short little ball.

The round face is messy.

Pei Haobin couldn't help but smile: "Yaoyao is also coming to preschool, and he is also in a class with you, Ogawa. Let's take her home." There is no car in Beiyao's house. To leave by himself, Rao Shi Pei Haobin also felt a little distressed.

In Pei Chuan's heart, there is still an unknown fire in the classroom.

He said calmly: "Dad, let's go. In case her mother has come to pick up, she is not worried."

When Pei Haobin thought about it, his son was right. So he drove forward on a motorcycle.

Pei Chuan's face was faint, and he glanced backward.

The female doll in the front of the crowd had clear eyes and watched their father and son motorcycles passing by in surprise. She recognized Uncle Pei's car. Beiyao rolled her eyes wide and waved her hands happily-Pei Chuan bye!

Pei Chuan glanced back and pursed his lips.

Since Zhao Xiu knew that Pei Yao had gone to preschool, the whole person was in trouble.

In front of the sewing machine in the garment factory, the machine creaked regularly, Zhao Xiu and Zhao Zhilan chatted: "Your Yaoyao is only four years old, so young to send to preschool, what can I do if I can't keep up?

Zhao Zhilan had a bubble in her heart, but after spending so many years with Zhao Xiu, there must be a set in the table, and the sewing machine in her hand kept moving, and she said: "Yaoyao has a little talent for studying and can do arithmetic. The question, she asked to go to preschool. "

With a sewing machine beside him, Zhao Xiu was almost stabbed in the hand with a needle.

Zhao Xiu gritted his teeth, not in his heart. Fang Minjun is half a month older than Bei Yao, and now playing games in kindergarten, Bei Yao is actually in pre-school. Isn't her daughter always lower than Zhao Zhilan's daughter?

This will not work!

As soon as he returned home, Zhao Xiu discussed with her husband: "Let's send Min Min to pre-school. Anyway, the elementary school is near. Let's talk to the teacher and ask."

Zhao Xiu man Fang Xin disagreed: "Min Min is only four years old."

"What's wrong with the four-year-old! The stupid girl of Beiyao has gone to preschool!"

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