Chapter 197 Can't Delay Any Longer

"I recently discussed with my boss about launching a new program. It's not a big deal if the four channels always broadcast the news. I hadn't thought about it yet, but when you mentioned it, I got an idea."

"Doesn't our country encourage everyone to speak English? Why not start a teaching program?"

Wen Zhile had some recollection of this. Channel 1 and Channel 4 had both hosted similar programs, and in their previous lives, they had hired professional English teachers to perform. She... was only a freshman.

"Director, if I do this program, will it be unconvincing?"

Zhang Shuyi: “No, no, no.”

"You are the most convincing."

"Wait a minute."

She walked out of the studio and returned a moment later with a plastic bag full of letters: "This is a collection of letters sent in by viewers from all over the country last month."

Then he took out the thickest bundle, and the bag was suddenly empty: "These are for you."

"It's been almost three months since our station was launched, and every month viewers write to praise you. How can you think you are not convincing?"

The little girl took the thick bundle of letters.

Zhang Shuyi looked at her with a smile and said, "Come to the station if you have time recently. We will try to record all the programs that will be broadcast during your two-month absence."

"I'll find someone to take over the news for two months."

Wen Zhile immediately agreed: "Okay, please take care of the arrangements. Thank you for your help."

The work at the TV station has been arranged, and I have put a lot of worries to rest.

She was waiting to go to Suzhou next. When she said goodbye to Zhou Jihuai on Tuesday night, she didn't look depressed at all. Instead, she smiled as if she was looking forward to his departure, which made Zhou Jihuai depressed for a while.

Two days later, Wen Zhile went to pick up Xingxing from school. The child jumped up and kissed her as usual, then held her hand and excitedly talked about the interesting things in kindergarten, completely unaware that his sister Xiangxiang was about to leave Beijing for two months.

"Sister! Mommy said Xingxing will be going to kindergarten in two months. He will be a big kid now!"

"Now that Xingxing has become a big kid, she doesn't need her sister to pick her up anymore. Xingxing has to pick her up from school!"

Wen Zhile touched his hair: "The stars are great."

"Sister, can Xingxing sleep at your house tonight?"

"You should ask your parents first."

The two of them went into a nearby public telephone booth and called the Qin family.

The Qin couple, who were busy all day long, readily agreed.

That night Wen Zhile told Xingxing that she was going out of town.

The child's mouth twitched. Wen Zhile was afraid that he would cry, so she looked at him nervously. However, he just cried in his voice, but he didn't cry: "Then Sister Xiangxiang, you have to call Xingxing."

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely fight you."

"Hook."

Wen Zhile cooperated by extending his little finger.

The child pursed his lips and chanted: "Hang yourself on a hook for a hundred years and don't change. Whoever changes will be Zhu Bajie."

"Okay, go to sleep. Xingxing has to get up early for school tomorrow morning."

The next day, Qu Jinghong went to send Xingxing to school. Wen Zhile had classes in the afternoon so she didn't go to pick him up. After the child came home, he took off his schoolbag and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

The nanny asked him to eat but he refused to eat and just sat there until his parents got off work and came home one after another.

Qin Anbang, the last one to arrive home, heard his son crying as soon as he entered the house. He was so scared that he forgot to change his shoes.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Song Zhen, who had just returned home, was also confused. She just asked her son why he was sitting on the sofa instead of sleeping, but he didn't give a direct answer. When she was about to change the question, he started crying, and cried so hard.

"Did any of your classmates bully you in kindergarten?"

Qin Xingyao didn't answer and cried loudly.

The child cried for about ten minutes and then stopped. Song Zhen and Qin Anbang put down their hands that were covering their ears. The nanny, who was awakened by the noise, hurried forward to wipe the child's face.

Qin Anbang waited until his son's face was clean before speaking: "Can you tell me now?"

The child sobbed and hugged his mother's neck: "Sister Xiangxiang is leaving, wuwuwu."

"..." Qin Anbang was speechless and helpless, "So you cry, and you wait until your mother and I are here?"

You little bastard, you make trouble for the two of them just because you are unhappy.

"I'm not happy, wuwuwu."

Song Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "So, should we ask the nanny to pick you up, or should we ask Uncle Li from my grandfather's family to pick you up?"

An idea suddenly occurred to Qin Anbang: "Xingxing, go to Grandpa's house."

Qin Xingyao tilted his head and looked at him.

"I'll take you there tomorrow."

In the light, the child's face was covered with a layer of soft fur.

Qin Anbang looked at his son's soft little face and felt that the matter could not be delayed any longer as Zhile was about to go out of town.

If it doesn't work, let Xingxing tell his grandfather.

But it's a bit of a bad teaching for children.

But he couldn't bring himself to speak.