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At the dinner table, he's mother and Wen Shuyue are still talking about his childhood anecdotes, laughing in front of him.

After getting used to it, he Siming didn't feel disgusted.

"Where's baby Wendy? I'm here to see him He's mother changes the topic with a smile and says the main idea.

With a gentle smile, Wen Shuyue naturally replied, "yuan'er has taken him to the playground. After lunch, she will send him back to school. The school is going to rehearse children's drama. He is the little prince."

On hearing this, his mother's eyes obviously radiated a different luster, and her gentle tone was a little excited: "well, I'll go and have a look. When Siming was a child, he didn't have such cells."

Looking at his excited mother, he said, "naturally, my son can only be better than me."

He Siming's words are full of pride, which makes Wen Shuyue feel more happy, and his former melancholy is swept away.

He's mother kindly took Wen Shuyue's hand, stroked it twice, and said happily, "that's settled. I'll pick him up."

Wen Shuyue shook her head and said thoughtfully, "you've been busy for a long time. Have a good rest at home. Baby Wen will be back in the afternoon. It's not too late to see you again."

"Yes, you need to rest." He Siming also spoke up and said carelessly: "Wenbao naturally has a driver to pick him up after school. He has never seen you before. If he doesn't follow you, you are not going for nothing."

He's mother glared at he Siming and said, "are you stupid? I will naturally prove my identity. "

"Then I'll go with you. It's more convenient." Wen Shuyue is not very nice. It's more convenient for her to accompany him.

But he's mother is against it. She wants to pick up Wen Baobao herself and cultivate her grandparents and grandchildren. She says softly, "you're hurt. Si Ming is a busy man. You'd better have a good rest at home. I'll pick up the baby myself."

Wen Shuyue couldn't beat his mother, so he went back to his room to have a rest. He Siming was rushed back to his study by his mother to deal with official business. He's mother went out to the children's park early to buy some toys that Wen Baobao should play with at her age, and then waited for school at the gate of the kindergarten.

He's mother wanted to go in and see wenbaobao rehearse, but she thought it would affect wenbaobao's image in school, so she sat in the car and waited.

There are more and more people and cars outside the kindergarten, and his mother's life is particularly eye-catching. Fortunately, those who can go to noble kindergartens are all rich, but it doesn't seem abrupt. Looking at more and more people at the gate of the kindergarten, he's mother can't help frowning. How to find a kindergarten with so many people? The educational environment is too complicated.

As soon as the school bell rings, the children in the kindergarten come out of the kindergarten one after another in their uniforms, followed by the leading teachers. The parents wait outside the door with quality and are not in a hurry to get inside. After seeing their families, the children said goodbye to their teachers and classmates, and then left with their families.

He's mother stares at the children coming out in teams, looking for Wen Baobao's figure. Finally, as like as two peas, she as like as two peas in the picture, the same face as He Siming.

Wen Baobao is at the end of the team. Because he knows there will be a driver to pick him up, he is not in a hurry to put himself into the arms of the driver. The teacher in charge of the team firmly holds his little hand, and even carries him out when there are many people. It can be seen that he is very popular with the teacher.

He's mother opened the car door and went to Wen Baobao. She bent down and looked into his big round eyes. She gently said, "Hello Wen Baobao, I'm your grandmother. I'm here to pick you up from school."

Wen Baobao looks at the strange woman and leans warily to the teacher. The teacher is greeting other parents and doesn't notice Wen Baobao's situation.

"Don't be afraid. I'm really your grandmother and your father's mother." He's mother saw the precaution and deliberate action in his eyes, and rushed out to comfort him.

Wen Baobao's expression did not relax at all. He watched his mother's every move and said seriously, "Mommy won't let strangers pick me up. Who are you?"

He's mother is very patient. Now she is more gentle in the face of her baby grandson. She says with a smile: "in this way, I'll tell you something about your parents. Your mother is warm and comfortable. She just got hurt and has a rest at home. Your father, he Siming, is the president of he's group. His grandmother and sister have just lived in the villa for some time."

"That doesn't mean anything. You can get the information you want." Wen Baobao doesn't think so. He still holds the teacher tightly. Obviously, if he's mother does something, he will let the teacher come forward immediately.

He's mother didn't expect Wen Baobao's vigilance to be so strong. She nodded with satisfaction and continued: "then I'll tell you something about your father's privacy, which can always prove it?"

Wen Baobao nods, and he's mother tells him some of his scars and features. Then she takes out her family photo and ID card to prove her identity. She believes that Wen Baobao must have checked her father's family online.

Wen Baobao stares at the gentle woman in front of her, and slowly overlaps the person in front of her and the person on her ID card. Moreover, her father is a cleanliness addict, and his privacy will not be known to strangers, except his mother and his mother. Finally, it was confirmed that this woman was her own grandmother, and then she showed her smile."Hello, grandma Wen Baobao cried crisply and looked at his mother with a bright smile, without any strange feeling.

He's mother's whole heart is crisp when she is called by her grandmother, and the whole happy person will melt away. He Siming was a very serious little adult when she was a child. She seldom smiles brightly in front of them. Wen Baobao's smile moved her.

"What a good boy." His mother's eyes were moist and moved.

Wen Baobao released the teacher's hand, holding grandma's face in his little hand, and gently wiping her tears with his thumb. The little milk voice coaxed her into saying, "grandma is good, you can't cry."

He's mother nods her head and holds wenbaobao in her arms. Wenbaobao taps his mother's back.

When the teacher saw off a wave of parents, he felt empty in his hands and looked down. Then he saw Wen Baobao and a woman holding each other. He asked curiously, "who is this, baby?"

He mother released Wen Baobao, straightened up, took his little hand, politely said to the teacher: "good teacher, I'm the baby's grandmother."

"Oh, it's grandma. How come I've never seen you before?" The kindergarten teacher said with a sweet smile that she put down her guard only after receiving Wenbao's affirmative nod.