Chapter 50

Looking at my mother every day to protect myself, I have confidence in my heart. After all, it is true that the other party is in the first place in this matter.

At the moment, the children in the yard are still looking at the scene in front of them, and several children are shocked in situ.

When the teacher heard Mu Xiyan's words, she didn't know what to say. After all, they agreed with her.

At this moment, a sharp voice sounded.

"Teacher, you can't be biased. Look at my children. What's the crying like? It must be that the little boy has been beaten somewhere!"

Mu Xiyan followed the voice and saw that the woman in front of her was very thin, with a kind of mean coldness on her face. When she spoke, she did not forget to turn Mu Xiyan's white eyes.

"Little fat mom, don't get excited..."

The teacher doesn't know what to do now, just feel that the head is confused.

When they just sat down to rest, they didn't know what was going on around them, and the two children started fighting.

"Don't get excited? Teacher, you don't feel pain when you stand talking. This is not your child. If your child is beaten, can you still say that you are not excited? "

Little fat mother angry, arms around and teacher confrontation, talk is not polite.

She looks like a stingy woman, which makes people feel disgusted.

The teacher opened his mouth and looked at the parents of both sides.

Buddha said that Buddha was reasonable, and she did not know what to say. She could only apologize and said that she was not well cared for.

Look around there are other children, more worried about frightening them.

"What's more, let's go into the office and say that there are so many children here, which has a bad influence..."

Little fat mother's attitude is tough, staring eyes, angry eye shell is swollen, she still decided that her child is right.

"I'm still standing here today. If she doesn't give me an explanation, I won't leave today!"

And that little fat or in the side crying, as if every day really how he did the same, the real injury is every day.

"The marks on my face every day are scratched by your little fat. You even report to the villains first."

Look around a look at the children at a loss, Mu Xiyan some can't bear.

"Teacher, why don't you take the children into the house first? If she wants to be here, I'll accompany her here to see who the truth is."

Mu Xiyan's face is grim. In the face of such a situation, she does not give in.

"Every day, mom and children talk and play. If you can't afford to play every day, you, an adult, can't understand it?"

Little fat mother snorted coldly, gouged out a look at Mu Xiyan, and her eyes were full of sarcasm.

The drama Mu Xiyan is shooting is on the air. Of course, she knows what Mu Xiyan is, but because she knows it, she is more and more indifferent to Mu Xiyan.

"If you say so, my family plays every day. I don't think it's your little fat who can't afford it."

With that, Mu Xiyan takes a look at her arms every day, which is quite obvious.

But every day at the moment, his heart is very proud. His mother helps him speak, which makes him feel very face saving. Originally, he thought that Mommy would scold him.

"I can't tell you a woman. Call your man to come. We must give us an account of this matter today."

Little fat mother waved impatiently, a pair of unwilling to give up appearance.

The other children have been taken back by other teachers. The teacher is in a hurry. She can't take over the two people's words.

Mu Xiyan sneered and looked at the little fat mother with disdain.

At this time, many parents came to pick up their children from school. Seeing this happening in the yard, they all gathered around curiously to have fun.

"If you want me to say, it's wrong to beat people every day. How can the parents connive?"

A parent was talking to the next parent.

Another parent agreed, disdained to look at Mu Xiyan, curled his mouth.

"Yes Anyway, if you can't say anything well, you have to do it. It's a matter of tutoring and self-cultivation. "

These harsh remarks are full of Mu Xiyan's ears, but mu Xiyan is still protecting every day.

In front of children, this is also a kind of image building, in addition to let every day understand that they are towards every day.

The teacher looked at two people's standoff, and then secretly slipped to one side, carefully dialed a phone call, the phone dropped, opposite to catch.

"Hello, Mr. Yan?"

"Well, I am."

Hearing the powerful voice on the opposite side, the teacher was scared.

Yan Chen with a mobile phone, lying on the top of the office chair, with a cup of mocha in his hand, slightly squinting his eyes. When he heard what the teacher said on the phone, his face became gloomy.Then, a sports car quickly stopped at the gate of the kindergarten, attracting a lot of people's eyes, which were full of surprise and envy.

That sports car alone will last these people for a lifetime.

"Dad

Every day I see Yan Chen, a small face appears a smile.

Every day, Xi Yan, wearing a suit, kneaded his hair and turned black.

Yan Chen was born with a kind of anger. His eyes were scarlet, as if he wanted to devour people. Then he made a tour and focused his eyes on xiaopang and xiaopang's mother.

Xiaopang's cry stops suddenly and runs behind her mother. However, when xiaopang's mother sees Yan Chen, she unconsciously steps back.

"This Isn't this Yan Chen? "

"He he Is He Yan Chen? I didn't expect my son to be in the same school with the son of a business tycoon! "

"Yan Chen is actually every day's father?"

"Hiss..."

The teacher looked at the people talking, which was a sigh of relief.

Originally, they were rarely surprised. They had seen business tycoons, but Yan Chen was such a business alligator that they might never see in their lifetime.

Other parents are also oppressed by Yan Chen's momentum and dare not speak any more.

At the moment, the air seemed to strangle one's throat.

"Why, who bullied you?"

Yan Chen squatted down and looked at the day before him. When he saw the scratch on his neck every day, his heart was filled with anger.

Every day pursed small mouth, shook his head, did not open mouth.

Seeing the little guy's grievance, Yan Chen's heart was even more angry, his mouth slightly twitched, his gloomy face floating with a sense of killing, and his eyes closed with a touch of grim.

"You, you are the father every day?"

Xiaopang's mother stammered, but she didn't dare to look up at Yan Chen. His eyes were like a sickle of death, which made people feel goose bumps all over.

Yan Chen pick eyebrow, cold mouth: "how, you are?"