Chapter 215 We've Broke Off!
On her way home, the first wife was filled with confusion.
She looked at the little girl who was peering intently at the street scene through the car window: "Mao Mao, why didn't you greet Teacher Shen just now?"
The little girl in the family is usually the most polite; she always greets everyone she meets.
Just now, Shen Zhaolin took the initiative to talk to her, but she didn't even respond, not even an "oh," which was really unlike Mao Mao's usual reaction.
Mao Mao's swaying little pigtails suddenly stopped in mid-air and sat obediently in her seat.
She pursed her lips and said, "Mmm."
"Mao Mao, are you angry with Teacher Shen?" the First Madam guessed.
Mao Mao looked down and played with her little hands, saying, "Mmm."
The first wife asked again, "What did Teacher Shen do to make you so angry?"
Mao Mao stopped talking.
This was a secret between her and her brother; they made a pinky promise that they couldn't tell each other.
She fidgeted with her little hands, then with the pattern on her hem, and stared intently at the marks on the glass, looking at the sky and the ground, but not at the First Madam.
How could the First Madam not see through her guilty look?
The little girl's entire body was covered in soft, fluffy flesh, yet she couldn't hide her cunning.
The First Madam smiled and said, "Mao Mao, don't you really like Teacher Shen? You even invited him to your birthday party last time."
Because of this, Lou Dashuai secretly lost his temper and had been jealous for a long time.
Mao Mao lowered her head, clasped her little hands together, and pouted her soft, chubby cheeks. She whispered, "Mao Mao doesn't like Uncle Chen anymore."
"oh?"
"Uncle Shen is bad."
What did he do?
Mao Mao shut her mouth tightly again and didn't utter a sound.
I promised to keep my brother's secret, and I won't say a word!
The first wife did not ask any further questions.
Don't you like Shen Zhaolin?
Even a four-year-old girl has her own little secrets.
Although she didn't know the specific reason, the first wife thought to herself: The commander must be very happy.
As the car drove through familiar streets, the first wife asked, "Mao Mao, would you like some candied hawthorns?"
Mao Mao immediately raised her head happily: "I want to eat!"
...
In the afternoon, Mao Mao climbed up to the house on time again to pick up Lou Yan Sui from school, full of fighting spirit as she went to pick up her brother.
I promised to pick up my brother, and I will never be late!
When the car arrived at the entrance of Haicheng Middle School, the students had not yet been dismissed, and the gate was not yet open. Mao Mao obediently pressed her face against the car window, her eyes fixed on the direction of the gate.
The school bell rang, and the teachers from Haicheng Middle School came out even earlier than Lou Yansui.
Shen Zhaolin didn't have a class during the last period in the afternoon, so he left early. As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he immediately saw the car parked at the entrance.
Cars are a rarity these days, and they're not often seen on the streets. But what's even more eye-catching than the cars themselves is a cute, round face with fair skin stuck to the transparent car window.
From a distance, their eyes met, and Shen Zhaolin subconsciously relaxed his brows and gave him a warm smile.
He lifted his foot, intending to greet the little girl, when he saw the little girl in the car hurriedly shrink back, her small body bending down until even the little tuft of hair on her head was no longer visible.
Shen Zhaolin: ?
strangeness.
That's so strange.
Shen Zhaolin had never received such treatment from Mao Mao. From the very first meeting, Mao Mao had always shown him a sweet smile, warm and lovely, like a hot and sweet potato that softened his heart.
But what's going on now?
Not just now, but also in the mornings, I ignore him.
Shen Zhaolin stood there for a moment, then walked over there.
Walking to the car, I could see a tiny figure huddled in the back seat through the window. Mao Mao was curled up in a round ball, her little hands covering her eyes, as if not being able to see meant she didn't exist.
Shen Zhaolin smiled and tapped lightly on the car window a few times: "Mao Mao?"
Maomao: "..."
Mao Mao covered her little hands even tighter.
"Mao Mao?" Shen Zhaolin said gently, "Why didn't you speak to me when you saw me today? Did I do something wrong to make you angry?"
However, before today, he hadn't seen Mao Mao for many days. The last time they met was at Mao Mao's birthday party.
The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely that day, and when it was time to part, the little girl waved goodbye with a sweet smile on her face.
It hasn't been long, why the sudden change of heart?
Shen Zhaolin was completely bewildered.
He called out through the car window, "Mao Mao?"
But Mao Mao in the car had already made up her mind to break off all contact with him and ignore him.
"Teacher Shen?"
Shen Zhaolin turned around and saw Lou Yansui standing behind him, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "Teacher Shen, is there something you need?"
“Lou Yansui,” Shen Zhaolin said quickly, “Your sister is here to pick you up today, so I’ve come to say hello to her.”
Lou Yansui walked past him and saw the little girl in the car.
Knowing her brother was coming, Mao Mao looked up, her big, dark eyes peering eagerly through the car window. Lou Yansui reached out and opened the car door, and she rushed over hurriedly.
She tugged at her brother's clothes: "Brother, hurry up."
"Hmm?" Lou Yansui was hastily pulled into the car by her, only having time to say goodbye to her teacher and classmates: "Goodbye, Teacher Shen."
Mao Mao urged the driver again, "Uncle, hurry up!"
Before the car door was even closed properly, the driver stepped on the gas, and the car shot off.
All that was left for Shen Zhaolin was a wisp of exhaust fumes.
Shen Zhaolin: "..."
In the car, Lou Yansui was also completely confused: "Mao Mao, what's wrong?"
Mao Mao, her chubby little face serious, said, "Brother, I almost got to talk to Uncle Shen!"
"What's wrong with talking?"
Mao Mao shook her head vigorously: "Uncle Shen is bad, I won't talk to him."
"..."
Lou Yansui was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
He didn't explain for Shen Zhaolin, but instead took out a bag of white sugar cakes from his schoolbag: "Mao Mao, do you want some?"
"eat!"
The brother and sister each grabbed a white sugar cake, their cheeks bulging from eating.
"Brother, this is delicious."
"Mmm," Lou Yansui said, "It's delicious."
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