Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

"Mrs. Huo, is there anything urgent?" The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with an uncomfortable sneer. "After all, I'm not as free as you. I'm very busy."

Jiang Yuyao was almost laughing at the inexplicable words. "Teacher Wu, I respect you as my daughter's math teacher, so I still call you Teacher Wu."

I had clearly participated in the interviews with the teachers I invited, but I didn't expect that these teachers looked honest and reliable at the time, but were so arrogant behind the scenes.

Jiang Yuyao couldn't help feeling guilty. The little guy's extremely nervous and embarrassed look just now must have something to do with these so-called instructors.

"Teacher Wu, you are fired. I also suspect that you have behaved inappropriately towards my daughter during teaching. Please be prepared to accept the investigation."

After saying that, Jiang Yuyao hung up the phone without caring about any reaction from Teacher Wu on the other end.

She had already imagined all the possible bullying scenarios that her little Zhenzhen might suffer, and she felt extremely distressed.

I often take the little one to and from school, but I didn't notice his abnormality in time when he was playing.

Jiang Yuyao looked at the little guy who was waiting obediently for her to finish the call.

When the little guy saw his mother hang up the phone, he looked at her expectantly, "Mom, did Teacher Wu agree?"

Jiang Yuyao nodded with a look of heartache on her face.

"Baby Zhenzhen, can I ask you a question?"

Holding the little guy in her arms, Jiang Yuyao asked tentatively.

The little guy suddenly sniffed and buried his head in Jiang Yuyao's arms. A muffled voice filled with sadness and self-blame came out from Jiang Yuyao's arms, "Mom, please don't separate from Dad, okay?"

Jiang Yuyao, who originally thought the little guy would complain, couldn't help but wonder, "Huh?"

Huo Qinzhu, who didn't get a positive answer from her mother, suddenly burst into tears. Her little face wrinkled up and her big, crystal tears soaked Jiang Yuyao's clothes drop by drop.

"I don't want it! ... I don't want you to separate!"

The little one started crying so suddenly that Jiang Yuyao didn't want to ask why. She held the little one in her arms and walked back and forth in the sunroom, comforting her, "No, no, mom and dad will never be separated."

"Zhenzhen, don't cry."

"Mom and Dad don't separate."

But after hearing Jiang Yuyao's comfort, the little guy couldn't stop crying.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

The little one couldn't stop crying, his little hands tightly grasping Jiang Yuyao's clothes, occasionally calling out "Mom, Dad" in between sobs...

The number of times that little Huo Qinzhu has cried in his almost 3-year-old life can be counted on one hand.

Not to mention there were a few times when I fake cried.

Moreover, the little guy has behaved a little differently from other children since he was born. It seems like he has understood the world since he was born.

So, Jiang Yuyao still didn't know how to comfort her crying baby.

Now, besides holding her tightly to give her a sense of security, he also patted her back gently to soothe her breathless crying.

It seemed that Jiang Yuyao was doing everything well, but only her pacing back and forth in the room revealed her anxiety and worry.

The little guy now looked like he was completely oblivious to Jiang Yuyao's words of comfort. He just kept crying and sobbing.

Fortunately, the little guy is less than 3 years old and his energy will be easily tired due to excessive mental activities.