Liu Zhiyuan raised her fist, but she couldn't bear the domestic violence, so she had to pack up her things obediently.
Song Ling looked at the mother and son together, his lips curled up slightly. After entering the elevator, the curve of his lips slowly converged, and a trace of worry flashed in his deep eyes.
Another month passed in a blink of an eye, and little Song Lingchen's injuries had completely healed.
All day at home, he is either tinkering with his car or his plane.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at the pile of disassembled parts in the toy house, which she couldn't replace, and her head was spinning.
Because the little guy was injured, many relatives and friends came to visit him at home or in the hospital.
Those who know her baby well know that the little one loves car and airplane models.
Therefore, Song Lingchen's biggest gain during this period was the large number of toys he acquired. Furthermore, unlike other children, who loved to play with them, he loved to tear them apart.
Remove the above parts one by one, and then assemble them one by one.
Of course, he's just a kid, so he makes mistakes sometimes. This resulted in many parts not being able to return to their original positions. Now, she often steps on parts when she enters the toy room.
Although she and the servants helped the little one clean the toy room every day, the room was still a mess.
At first, she would complain.
Every time she complained, the genius Song Lingchen would refute her with the same words.
Once, the little guy actually told her very seriously, "I am a destructive child, but I am also very creative. This is a manifestation of high IQ."
She asked him in surprise, who told him this?
Song Lingchen blinked his clear little eyes, then turned away and whispered, "No one taught me, I just thought so myself."
Of course, Liu Zhiyuan didn't believe this. When the little guy said this, his expression wasn't that proud, but rather embarrassed. So, she guessed that Xu Su must have taught him.
She held her forehead in her hand speechlessly, cursing silently in her heart. When Xu Su had a child, she would also have something special to teach his child.
Because the summer vacation is coming to an end, the new semester is about to begin, and the little one is going to kindergarten. She is discussing with the little one which kindergarten he wants to go to.
Resisting all odds, she kicked the things under her slippers aside and spread out the enrollment brochures of each kindergarten in front of the little one. She said seriously,
"Song Lingchen, pause for ten minutes. Mommy has something important to discuss with you now, understand? These are the four most famous kindergartens in Su City. Which one do you want to go to?"
Song Lingchen paused his movements, blinked, and looked at the kindergarten introduction on the carpet. The next second, he said silently, "I don't recognize many of the words. How can I understand it?"
Liu Zhiyuan rubbed her eyebrows again and explained angrily,
"You don't know many words, so you can look at the pictures. There are pictures above. Can you understand the pictures?"
Song Lingchen said disapprovingly: "I don't want to watch it, I don't want to go to kindergarten."
Liu Zhiyuan forced herself to be a gentle mother, so she tried to communicate with him in a gentle tone.
"That won't work. Every child must go to kindergarten. There are lots of kids and toys in kindergarten. If you go there, you'll see how fun it is."
Song Lingchen asked, "Do you have any model cars? Do you have any model airplanes?"
Liu Zhiyuan was about to vomit when she heard him talk about model cars and airplanes. She was really afraid of dreaming about these toys. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued softly,
"Yes, there's a children's playground with lots of kids around your age. You can compete, play with toys, and play games together!"
Song Lingchen finally felt a little moved: "Well, I believe you this time."
Liu Zhiyuan was very happy and was busy showing him the pictures of two kindergartens that she liked.
"Baby, look at these two. Isn't the kindergarten's house beautiful? And the surrounding environment is also very good. Mom has already contacted them, and the kindergarten teachers of these two families are also very gentle."
Song Lingchen took a look and didn't like it: "How can a kindergarten be so childish?"
Liu Zhiyuan sweatdropped. "You have to understand, not every child is like you. You'd better pick one."
Every time I talk to him, I feel like we are engaging in a battle of wits and courage.
Song Lingchen pouted and muttered, "How can Daddy spoil you so much? You have a bad temper and no patience with children."
Liu Zhiyuan covered her heart with her hands, steadying herself and forcing a smile.
"Okay, Song Lingchen, now Mommy, with a smile on her face, gently asked which kindergarten you want to choose? It's like this, every kindergarten has a trial class. How about I take you to a trial class and then choose?"
Song Lingchen was clearly not interested in going to kindergarten. He waved his hand and said, "Whatever, you decide."
The next day, Liu Zhiyuan helped the little guy get dressed and took him to the kindergarten trial class, and she was overjoyed.
During the kindergarten trial class, parents should be separated from their children. Parents stay in the conference room to listen to the parenting expert's lecture.
Children need to attend classes in the classroom with kindergarten teachers. Speaking of classes, they are actually experiential classes for small classes, which are naturally based on play.
Even so, some children are still very dependent on their mothers and panic when they are separated from them. They cry and make a fuss, saying that they don’t want to stay here and want to go home with their mothers.
Many soft-hearted mothers couldn't help blushing when they saw their children crying like this. In fact, dependence is mutual. Not only do children rely on their mothers, but mothers also rely on their children.
Mothers and children who have just started kindergarten have deeply understood this.
Liu Zhiyuan, standing among a group of crying mothers and children, was an exception. Her little troublemaker was completely unaware of the panic and asked her before entering the classroom, "Mom, when can we end the class?"
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