President six and a half years old

Xiao Yan changed Yan Ye into a yellow kindergarten uniform, and even matched the child with a small hat.

Although Xiao Yan prefers the pink Maserati, she doesn't drive Yan Ye to school very often.

Yan Ye was very lucky.

Although he also likes the pink Maserati very much, but he is a boy, how can he get out of the pink car all the time.

"You have to listen to the teacher, do you know?" Xiao Yan touched Yan Ye's little hat: "We, Yan Ye, are six and a half years old, and we will definitely get along well with the children, right?"

Yan Ye hugged the soybean milk and nodded: "Yes!"

"Then Mommy went to work?"

"it is good!"

Seeing Xiao Yan get into the car, Yan Ye suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked the teacher to hug him to the window.

"Mommy, sister Yiyi said that there are many brothers and sisters who are college students coming to work today, right?"

Xiao Yan was taken aback: "It seems that an intern is here."

Xiao Yan is the serious general manager of the company, but usually she is not the one doing the real work.Every time it was Xiao Yan's turn to sit in the office, Yan Ye always tried to remind her of some things.

Yan Ye gestured with his fingers: "Sister Yiyi also said that this year's competition sent a lot of advertisements? Mommy, remember to read it!"

Xiao Yan smiled: "Okay! Come in with the teacher, Mommy heard the class bell."

"it is good!"

The teacher hesitated to speak.

Xiao Yan took another look at the teacher.

This teacher is in Yan Ye's class and is responsible for picking up the children, but for some reason, she often seems to have something to say to herself when picking up Yan Ye.

Xiao Yan asked after thinking about it.

The teacher was shocked.

"Teacher?" The child in his arms also turned his head, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he looked nervous.

"Ah...it's okay." The teacher sighed: "There is a parent-child sports meeting in the kindergarten next Wednesday. I wonder if Mama Xiaoye is free to participate?"

Fortunately.

Yan Ye quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, really? I will definitely come! Thank you teacher for notifying me!" Xiao Yan smiled slightly, and there was a little narrowness in his beautiful eyes.

When she was parting, she still took out a bag of fruit candy from nowhere and handed it to Yan Ye to share with the children.

The teacher accompanied Yan Ye at the door to watch Xiao Yan leave, feeling very complicated.

Not long after, a bulky man with a white hat and black mask appeared on time.

The nanny car followed calmly, silently accepting Ling Chi's gaze from the teacher.

Yes, it is often like this, as soon as Xiao Yan leaves, the nanny's car arrives.

Almost every time the person who called the teacher to ask for leave was Lin Gaoshan, not Xiao Yan.

"Xiao Ye." The teacher held back for a long time, but couldn't help but said: "The teacher still suggests that you tell your mother about the situation. Mom doesn't want to miss your growth, right?"

Lin Gaoshan folded his arms around his chest, as if watching a good show.

Yan Ye: "..."

Grandma said that Ms. Xiao Yan was not fond of business when she was young, and Guangyu Media might not last half a year in Ms. Xiao Yan's hands.

As a six-and-a-half-year-old, Yan Ye said that he was very proud of successfully seizing power.

As a six-and-a-half-year-old, Yan Ye felt that he was obliged to take on the important task of supporting Ms. Xiao Yan.

But how should I explain this to the teacher?

Yan Ye felt that Ms. Xiao Yan did not miss his growth. Ms. Xiao Yan read him stories every night.

So Yan Ye stretched out his small hand to grab the hat, gave the teacher a standard gentleman's salute, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, teacher, see you this afternoon!"

The teacher can't laugh or cry.

In the kindergarten, the tomato class is the big class. The reason why it is called the tomato class is because their class is responsible for the tomatoes in the small vegetable garden.

In the afternoon, the teacher took the children in the tomato class to see the tomatoes, and met the onion class who also came to see the tomatoes.

Every child in the onion class is onion, they are all under six years old, and they are classmates in the small class.

The students in the tomato class didn't want to care about the little idiots in the onion class. They were too young to pee in the vegetable field.

"Hey, don't go near my tomatoes, okay?"

The little fat guy in the tomato class pushed the kid in the onion class.

That child was so small, he sat down in the vegetable field, and was about to cry when he squeezed his mouth.

The little fat man was very anxious: "What are you doing! Don't cry!"

A slightly older child came out of the onion class and helped the child up, and asked childishly, "An'an, does your butt hurt?"

There were tear bubbles in An An's eyes: "It hurts!"

The little fat man was annoyed: "Smelly crying bag! You know how to cry!"

"Hey, don't bully An An!"

The little boy in Fu'an'an is a little taller than other onions, and he can speak a little more words. Seeing that the classmate he had finally coaxed was called out by the little fat man and seemed to be crying, he was a little anxious.

"Who are you!" The little fat man was also very upset: "You are with Onion, do you know which class I am in?"

"..."

The little boy glanced at the tomato next to the little fat man, and wanted to call the teacher.

"You are not allowed to go!"

It was not the first time that the little fat man was sued. He knew what he was going to do when he saw the little boy's movements, so he grabbed the little boy's hand.

"Let go of me!" The little boy was annoyed: "It hurts!"

The little fat man was confident: "I don't want it, you bully me! I want to tell the teacher!"

"You let him go."

Another milk voice came from behind.

"Xu Xiaozhuang, the teacher said you can't bully your classmates!"

The head of the garden picked Yan Ye up at the door, and he heard that the tomato team was in the backyard, so he brought Yan Ye over himself.

Yan Ye frowned, glanced at the two boys in the onion class, and folded his arms.

Yan Ye recognized the older kid in the onion class.

He is very delicate, and Yan Ye rarely finds such a delicate child, when he first met, he asked him if he was of mixed race.

Xu Xiaozhuang was a little bit annoyed by the six-and-a-half-year-old who often asked for leave.

This six-and-a-half-year-old, obviously only six-and-a-half years old, understands what the dean said when he was 45 years old.Xu Xiaozhuang felt that such a person was terrifying, he might be the reincarnation of Gui Xianren.

Xu Xiaozhuang hummed and ran away angrily: "Hmph, I don't want to play with you!"

As soon as Xu Xiaozhuang left, the two children in the onion class also left.

"Qiu Ming." Yan Ye stepped forward and grabbed the little boy who was about to run away with An An: "The dance teacher said you won't come to class, why?"

When Yan Ye saw a beautiful child, he liked to ask if he wanted to be a trainee in the company. The child was dumbfounded, so Yan Ye said that there was candy over there, and Qiu Ming framed him the first time he met him.

Of course, I asked Qiu Ming's parents about coming to the company for training. Because there is no contract, Qiu Ming is almost a long-term trial class.

As soon as I heard that classes can be held here, and parents don't need to pay, and I can eat candies regularly, Qiu Ming really ran over happily.

It's a pity that Qiu Ming might not be that material, the little kid's bones are surprisingly hard, and his limbs are uncoordinated to the point where he can do simple kindergarten morning exercises in a mess.

"I don't want to go to class!" Qiu Ming let An An go, and said aggrieved Bala.

Yan Ye thought about it, Ms. Xiao Yan said don't do it to others, if Qiu Ming doesn't like it, don't force him.

"But don't you like the dance teacher very much?"

Qiu Ming's bones are not a matter of a day or two, but Qiu Ming always ran to the classroom happily even if he couldn't keep up with the teacher's movements.

"Did someone bully you?"

The more Yan Ye thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, so he had to ask clearly.

But Qiu Ming couldn't listen to what Yan Ye said, and subconsciously tried to twist his wrist, his eyelashes flickered and his eyes turned red.

"Yan Yan, let me go!"

Yan Ye was stunned, seeing Qiu Ming's appearance of crying or not, he was so frightened that he let go of his hands.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Ming had been struggling to free himself, but because Yan Ye let go suddenly, he was pulled by inertia and fell to the ground.

The ground in the backyard was soft, and Qiu Ming was small, so he fell on his back and rolled over backwards and sat up again.

"Ugh..."

Yan Ye and Qiu Ming were both stunned. The latter realized that he had just fallen in a big somersault, and tears fell from his nose as soon as his nose was sour.

"sorry."

Six and a half years old hurriedly apologized, and hurriedly grabbed Qiu Ming's hand to help him up.

Ms. Xiao Yan is right, children cry every now and then.

After hearing the teacher's words, the little fat man who had run away came back to find Yan Ye, who was also in the tomato class, and went back to line up. When he saw Qiu Ming's tears, he immediately stopped.

"Teacher! Yan Ye is bullying the children in the onion class!"

"I didn't! Xu Xiaozhuang, you're spitting blood."

As soon as Yan Ye touched Qiu Ming's hand, he retracted. He knelt on the ground, at the same height as Qiu Ming, and his knees were covered with a layer of dirt.

The little fat man didn't know what it meant to squirt blood.

He has always been afraid of Yan Ye, Yan Ye always told him not to bully children, and he spoke in the same tone as his father, which is really annoying.

Qiu Ming was still whining softly as he shed tears, as if he didn't understand why he turned somersault.Until Yan Ye was picked up by the teacher and brought back to the tomato class.

Qiu Ming was sent back to the onion class in a twitch, and when his mother came to pick him up from kindergarten after school, Qiu Ming remembered that Yan Ye had told him he was sorry.

Ms. Xiao Yan said that the world of children is unreasonable.

Yan Ye was forced to stay in class and listen to the teacher recite the Three Character Classic.

The big class leaves school a little later than the small class, and it takes a long time to recite the Three Character Classic.

From the window, Yan Ye saw the children in the small class being led by the teacher to the entrance of the kindergarten. Qiu Ming walked at the end of the line, bouncing up and down, which was funny but also cute. He even glanced in this direction.

He wasn't crying anymore, but his eyes were still red, like a bunny.

Yan Ye pursed his lips. He touched the fruit candy in the small schoolbag, and his eyes lit up again.

Ms. Xiao Yan said that there is no child who cannot be coaxed well with one candy. If there is one, use two.

The six-and-a-half-year-old was excited for a while, grabbed his schoolbag and wanted to go out, but was carried back by the teacher who was guarding the door with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Ye, listen to the teacher's recitation of the Three Character Classic, and recite it to your mother when you go back. Your mother will be very happy."

As the president at the age of six and a half, he was used to scolding Fang Qiu. It took him a long time to realize that he hadn't bought this kindergarten yet, and he couldn't let the teacher let him go casually.

Yan Ye opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, feeling a little aggrieved.

He knew how to recite the Three Character Classic a long time ago, and Ms. Xiao Yan couldn't recite it. Ms. Xiao Yan should sit here and listen to the class.

The six-and-a-half-year-old president is a genius, and Yan Ye knows everything taught in kindergarten.

But he can't say.

Grandma said, don't show your "talent", otherwise you will be remembered by bad people.

Yan Ye watched Qiu Ming disappear, and for the first time realized what Lin Gaoshan said about heart block.

Ms. Xiao Yan didn't like going to school when she was a child. She also said that she had no soul in school and was a walking dead.

When grandma heard this, she said that Ms. Xiao Yan's child is not to be taught.

The more Yan Ye thought about it, the more wronged he became. Now that he has lost his soul, is he considered a child who cannot be taught?

At this time, the small class will attract the attention of the students in the big class after school.

The teacher had no choice but to clap his hands vigorously to attract the attention of the students.

"Everyone read it together with the teacher, okay?"

"We reward him with two little apples for the loudest one!"

Two little apples?

Yan Ye didn't think the five-dime apple stickers in the teacher's hand were more attractive than the fruit candies in his schoolbag, so he dismissed them.

Before he could react, the little fat man sitting next to him scratched the table and screamed.

"People! Zhi! Chu! Sex! Ben! Goodness!"

Yan Ye: "..."

Mommy, I want to go home.

Ms. Xiao Yan appeared at the gate of the kindergarten on time as if she had heard a call, and picked up Yan Ye who had encountered disadvantages in the kindergarten for the first time.

According to Lin Gaoshan, there is no need for Yan Ye to go to kindergarten, but Ms. Xiao Yan insists that a childhood without going to kindergarten is incomplete.

Yan Ye was a little depressed.

Even though Ms. Xiao Yan is unreliable in every way, she always has a good grasp of her son's emotions.

Seeing that something was wrong with Yan Ye, Xiao Yan tentatively asked, "Baby, will Mommy take you to the amusement park?"

Yan Ye grabbed the seat belt, always feeling that every hair tip of his mother was starting to feel restless.

"...Mommy, as the general manager, if we always come in late and leave early, we will get bald."

Xiao Yan was taken aback: "...Son, what you said makes sense."

Yan Ye shrugged his shoulders: "Grandma said it."

Kindergarten ends early, and there is still an hour and a half before the nine-to-five.The company is not well-known, and cannot receive high-income orders. In order to operate, it can only accept more orders. The employees in the technical department have to work overtime almost every day, just to save the precarious company. Speaking of it, the most stress-free person in the entire company is Xiao Yan Miss.

Thinking of this, the six-and-a-half-year-old Yan Ye felt like an armored warrior.