It is Ling Xiao seven small clever ghost, take the initiative to stand out: "teacher Meng, she is my aunt, sitting next to me is my uncle."

Teacher in charge of class

Parents present:

Although I can't see the man's face, I always feel familiar.

Especially when speaking, the voice is magnetic and pleasant to listen to. The sound that can make people's ears pregnant is very familiar.

Baoma has fanhuo words in her, and she has been staring at him.

I always think.

Huo is like a voice.

The girl, too, has beautiful eyes and feels familiar. She must have seen her somewhere.

But they don't really look like husband and wife.

The couple, who are not divorced, have such a sensible and lovely son, and they will be very close.

Divorced two people, together to participate in the son's parents' meeting, or suddenly meet, will be very embarrassed.

They are adults and a child, there is no sense of embarrassment, and there is a sense of inexplicable harmony when they sit together.

The parents' meeting is over.

Huo CI got up and walked out with long legs. His eyebrows were tight and his chest was full of fire.

How did the stinky girl come with her?

Next time, even if mom talks about it and dad scolds him to death, he will never come to the parents' meeting on dog day.

Ling Sheng and his class's treasure mothers, especially Mo Mo's mother, said a good meeting of children's words, and then led his son's hand with Mo Mo's mother.

At the gate of kindergarten.

Huo CI lazily leaned against the door of the sports car, lowered his head to brush his mobile phone, and saw the two of them coming, then looked up.

"Uncle." Ling Xiaoqi strides the small short leg to run past, the eyeground is full of happy happiness.

Grandfather didn't leave, waiting for him and Mommy!

Ling Sheng didn't expect that he didn't leave. He waited for them. After saying goodbye to Momo, he took Xiao Qi to the car, took off his mask and grinned: "thank you, Dad."

Huo CI ate the expression of the fly, an unhappy roar: "get out!"

Can't you get rid of this fuckin 'girl!

After Ling Sheng's death, he has to wait a week for a variety show.

When I was free, I told my grandmother to go out to relax and prepare to travel to Europe with Jun Shiyan.

At noon, Ling Sheng was dressed in a beige long skirt, wearing a straw hat, sunglasses, pure like a fairy.

"Sheng Sheng, be careful on the way." Su Xiyin looked at her baby granddaughter, a worried admonition: "when you play outside, you must pay attention to safety, when you get to the place, call your grandmother, do you know?"

It's going to be a long journey. She has to travel to Europe. She can't rest assured!

"Grandma, I see." Ling Sheng hugged her: "I'm so grown-up that I won't lose myself. Don't worry about it."

***

Ling Sheng regretted.

On a hot day, it's not good to make an appointment to meet in a park.

The sun was so strong that there was no one on the road.

Ling Sheng suddenly had a non mainstream era to see the feeling of netizens, inexplicably there is a sense of tension and expectation.

Not far away.

It's a wooden arch bridge. It's very beautiful. There's flowing water below.

As soon as Ling Sheng got to the front of the wooden bridge, he saw the opposite direction. The man in the wheelchair also came to the bridge. He was alone, rolling his wheelchair.

Her bridge head, is his bridge tail.

Jun Shiyan looked at the girl standing at the end of the bridge. Her narrow eyes looked gentle, and her long fingers made a few words: Sheng Sheng, come to me.

Then, send.

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