This will make him feel like he is a child who is loved by his mother.
Fang Jingyao was a little reluctant to eat it, but seeing Wen Yixing watching him, he slowly tore off a piece, broke it open, and gave the remaining half to Wen Yixing: "Mom, you can eat too."
Wen Yixing smiled and patted his head: "Mom is on a diet now, this is for Yao Yao, Yao Yao can eat it."
The sweet candy melted in his mouth, and Fang Jingyao's mood improved greatly.
Wen Yixing stood up, intending to take Fang Jingyao's hand to say goodbye to the teacher, but her gaze fell upon the thin little boy in the corner by the door.
She always liked to stand in the shade, and perhaps because she didn't like to sunbathe, her skin appeared somewhat pale.
The kindergarten gate was particularly lively at this time, as other children were being picked up by their parents and happily went home.
But Ye Suidong didn't cry or make a fuss. She just stood quietly by the iron fence full of roses, lost in thought.
Seeing this, Wen Yixing felt a pang of sympathy. She thought for a moment, then knelt down beside Fang Jingyao and earnestly asked her son, "Yaoyao, would you be willing to give Dongdong a few candies?"
Fang Jingyao was stunned for a moment when he heard the question. Then he looked up and saw Ye Suidong standing alone at the door.
At this time, most children have been picked up by their parents.
Ye Suidong stood there by himself, so small and pitiful.
Although he and Ye Suidong had never gotten along, Ye Suidong was still only a four-year-old child.
Fang Jingyao nodded without hesitation: "Sure! The teacher taught us to share!"
Wen Yixing smiled and praised, "Yaoyao is really great."
Fang Jingyao, clutching a candy in his hand, ran happily toward Ye Suidong.
Wen Yixing stood not far away, her gaze fixed on her child.
There is still a long time before the story in the book begins.
She wasn't sure if things would develop the way they did in the book, but she didn't want her child to experience the same ending.
This time, she just wanted to do everything in her power to protect her child.
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Ye Suidong looked out through the gaps in the green leaves of the rose bushes. Every parent seemed very happy after picking up their child.
Golden light spilled onto the entrance, making the scene at the kindergarten entrance exceptionally warm and inviting.
However, none of this concerns her.
She was in a lot of pain and very hungry.
Ye Qushui lost a lot of money playing mahjong last night, so he took his anger out on her.
She hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. She ate lunch at the kindergarten today, which was enough for two people, but she was still hungry.
I didn't tell anyone about these things.
Because she knew that even if she told the kindergarten teacher, the teacher would only call the parents, and Ye Qushui would not listen to the teacher at all. She would only beat and scold her even more severely when she got home.
Ye Suidong's gaze pierced through the gaps in the rose bushes and landed on the chubby little boy at the door.
That annoying chubby boy is with his mother.
The chubby boy's mother has a gentle gaze. She holds his hand, gently pats his head, and talks to him with a smile.
They were basking in the sunlight, a happy mother and child.
Ye Suidong withdrew his gaze and did not look again.
She was very clear-headed; she knew perfectly well that no one in this world loved her.
She hates Ye Qushui, but she can't live without him now.
I heard hurried footsteps nearby.
Just as Ye Suidong was about to turn around, someone gently patted her shoulder.
"Hey! This is for you!"
Ye Suidong turned around and saw the chubby boy standing behind her.
The chubby boy didn't give her a chance to refuse; he shoved the things into her hands and ran away.
After the chubby boy ran far away, Ye Suidong looked down at the thing in his hand.
I initially thought it was just a prank by the chubby boy.
But that wasn't the case.
When illuminated by light, the outer skin of this thing reflects beautiful rainbow colors.
It turned out to be two candies.
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