End Queen Ye Wanying was accidentally killed and was reborn in the 80s, only to find she has become a mother all of a sudden!
That is not the least of it. From then on, 'Up to the Vermili...
"Honey, if your son were sent into enemy territory, wouldn't it be easy for him to turn the enemy against us?"
Look, look! In just a short while, they've penetrated deep into the food delivery army and even got free meat buns and jujubes.
If we were to send them into enemy territory, it would not only be a matter of turning them to the enemy, but also selling them out and having people help count the money.
Gao Dan's eyes twitched slightly, then he coughed before speaking:
"So, we didn't have to get off the bus just now."
That kid is nothing to worry about. If anyone should be worried, it's someone else.
Ye Wanying clicked her tongue several times:
"How can you see how outstanding my son is if you don't get out of the car?"
Make many friends!
Do you know that some of these people might be valuable connections in the future?
"Excellent? Is it just about tricking old ladies out of their pockets with meat buns and jujubes?"
Hiss~
That's what I meant.
"Director Gao, that's not how you put it. Let me tell you, the word 'pian' means: to deceive, to cheat."
Deceiving people with promises or tricks.
My son didn't do anything, okay? Those aunties gave it to us voluntarily, so this isn't cheating!
Gao Dan was quite helpless. So, wasn't it you, my little wife, who started this conversation first?
Okay, let's skip that for now.
"get out of class is over!"
Sure enough, just as the man finished speaking, the school bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.
At the entrance, the group of people delivering food who were just chatting in a circle are now scrambling to push forward.
Seeing this, the little man reacted instantly and stepped back.
That's terrifying.
With so many people crowding together, what if someone falls?
The little guy didn't want to be trampled into a pulp, but the auntie who had just enthusiastically given him the meat buns now saw that the little guy wasn't moving forward but instead backing away, and she shouted loudly:
"Little one, come here quickly and stand in front of your auntie."
He shouted as he reached out to pull her.
Before the little boy could even say "I don't want to," the auntie had already dragged him to the front to stand.
Forehead......
What's this?
Is it a sure way to win?
Little did Tuanzi know that his mother and father were watching from behind. Now, because of the queue-jumping issue, the little guy was just like Ye Wanying before, clearly in a meditative state.
This is what they call, like mother, like son!
Whatever noise is going on around me, it has nothing to do with me.
It wasn't me who cut in line; my aunt dragged me over!
Of course, it would be best to get the food to the older brother as soon as possible.
......
In the classroom, everyone noticed a strange phenomenon today.
Normally, Young Master Xi's family would bring his meals to the classroom, so he didn't have to lift a finger; the food would be served to him immediately.
Everyone's used to it.
But today, Young Master Xi was the first to rush out of the classroom, and then the entire classroom was silent for three seconds.
"Could I be seeing things?"
"That person who disappeared without a trace... was that Young Master Xi?"
"Forehead..."
Everyone in the classroom realized what was happening and started discussing excitedly.
Xi Siyu, however, didn't care about such trivial matters. She had already received a call from home informing her that the person delivering her meal today was the young grandson of the Gu family, so Xi Siyu needed to go to the school gate to pick it up herself.
The reason the scoundrel was able to get in before was because the Xi family driver was already familiar with the gatekeeper and it was also with the school's approval.
But this time, the little guy's call came too suddenly. The Xi family received the call, and the little guy had already set off.
Unfortunately, the school leader was not present, making it difficult to arrange anything.