Chapter 463 Extra - Song Wenyao



Song Wenyao is a 5-year-old kid, but he speaks in a very unique way.

Can make everyone at home laugh.

Very smart, and learns things very quickly.

He's not particularly naughty, but he won't listen to what most people say.

Of course, apart from the blood suppression, he is as obedient as a cat in front of his aunt.

Wang Taozhi was impressed by her son, but she didn't know why he was so afraid of his sister?

But her sister is really amazing, and she admires her very much.

It was worth it for her to marry Yan Chuan in this life. Other classmates said that he was lucky.

I can only find such a good family in this lifetime.

The most important thing is that Yanchuan treats her very well, although their family background is not as good as the Song family.

But Yanchuan did not look down on her. He was very kind to her and they were very affectionate.

Everyone says that it’s lonely at the top, that wealthy families have many rules and are under great pressure. This may have happened to others.

Here she felt the love of her husband and her parents-in-law.

So she must be a good daughter-in-law who is considerate to her husband and filial to her parents-in-law.

In the afternoon half a month later.

Wang Taozhi was called to school, and when she arrived she found out that her son had actually had a fight with someone.

This is too much. If her parents-in-law knew that their precious grandson was injured, they would scold her to death.

Wang Taozhi drove to the kindergarten quickly.

After parking the car, I hurried to the second floor.

The kindergarten teacher said this when she saw the parents coming.

"Parents, how do you manage your children? They're so young, yet they're beating up their classmates. What will happen to them when they grow up?"

Because the teacher saw that Wang Taozhi was dressed rather simply, he thought she was a person without any identity or background.

This is the most precious aristocratic kindergarten. Can just anyone come here?

And the person he was beating was the son of a big businessman and the boss.

If this problem cannot be resolved, their kindergarten will be affected.

After all, the boss invested so much money in their kindergarten.

Other people's children were actually beaten at school. This is the teacher's dereliction of duty.

"Mother Song Wenyao, you should take your child back home and take good care of him."

Song Wenyao: "Teacher, what do you mean? What do you mean by my mother taking me back and taking good care of me?

I have made some mistakes and I will take them home to be dealt with properly.”

"Hey! Song Wenyao, are you too young to listen to the teacher? Are you going against the teacher?

Did you know that you hit a classmate today? Hitting people is wrong. Did your teacher teach you not to hit people casually?

"Humph! That's because he deserves a beating for his foul mouth. His mouth stinks so much, I don't mind helping him clean it.

He deserves it for not speaking human language. Since you, teacher, don’t care, then I have no choice but to enforce justice on his behalf.

What I did was unfair, and where was I? Did I do it wrong? Isn't this what you taught me?"

"Then how can you, as a teacher, go back on your word? Does that mean you are right?

How can you educate students well like this?"

The teacher was almost laughing out of anger. She, a teacher, was actually being taught a lesson by a child of a few years old.

"Song Wenyao, is this how you usually talk to teachers? You're even right to hit your classmates.

The teacher can't say anything to you, right? In that case, the school can only expel you. Anyway, the school can no longer control you. "

Wang Taozhi: "Teacher! Don't you need to figure out why my son hits others?

If it's the other party's fault, will you expel my son too? Then I'll go to the principal to have a good discussion.

Just because others have paid tuition, does that mean our child doesn’t have to pay? You can expel him if you want to.”

“Isn’t it unfair for you to be a teacher like this? I know my son’s character.

Although he is a little naughty, he will not take the initiative to hit other people's children.

Son, tell me why you hit your classmate today? If it's not your fault, don't worry, Mom will take care of it for you.

"Don't be afraid, Mom is here. If anyone dares to bully you, we'll go find Auntie.

With your aunt stepping in, there is nothing that cannot be solved."

Teacher Jiang was furious when he heard this.

"Mother Song Wenyao, what do you mean by this? Do you think it's our school's fault?

Regardless, your son's hitting is wrong. Even if there's something unfair going on, why should we, the teachers, handle it?"

Song Wenyao: "Because I have already reported this to Teacher Zhang, but she doesn't care, what can I do?

Li Wenqiang insulted others at school, calling them the children of his mistress, and bullied female classmates.

"He's still a naughty boy, and he likes to steal other people's things and eat their snacks. He thinks he's right.

I have reported this to Teacher Zhang many times, and she said it was just a fight between classmates and nothing serious."

"Since it's just a fight, then I'll just play it nicely! Didn't you say it was just a fight?

I just touched him casually, how come that's not a fight?"

Teacher Jiang was a little embarrassed now. Was she going to say that Li Wenqiang was not wrong?

If this word gets out, will he still be qualified as a teacher?

Li Wenqiang, a little fat boy, was furious.

"What's wrong? I'm talking about you, so what? Come and hit me.

Isn't your mother a mistress? If she isn't a mistress, why has she never met your father?

It must be shameful. Your father is not a good person either. He actually supports a mistress."

"My mother said that any man who keeps a mistress should be cut into pieces.

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