The alarm clock of Jingle Bell rang, and it followed, as if all the alarm clocks had a tacit understanding, followed by the ringing of Ding Ding Dongdong, which was extremely noisy. Reluctantly, a small white hand stretched out from the quilt, grabbed the nearest alarm clock that was making the most noise, and smashed it at the others.
A bang, very good, a STRIKE, all the alarm clocks fell to the ground in tacit agreement, the little guy in the bed can obviously go to play professional bowling, but unfortunately, her goal has not been achieved, and the alarm clocks are still in agreement. Reluctantly ringing.
A long sigh came from the quilt, and the beautiful little guy rolled over and sat up, his long golden brown hair was messed up on his head, his eyes were opened in confusion, and there was still a tinge on his pink face. The blush of hypoxic sleep while covering the quilt, and the close-fitting underwear was also pulled away and hung diagonally on the shoulders, revealing smooth shoulders, a full snooze appearance, really very, very cute, this is simply A big killer, a loli that is enough to make any scumbag go crazy.
Little Loli rubbed her eyes, yawned greatly, stretched her incredibly lethal waist, and mumbled unhappily, "Go! Damn alarm clock, you can't let people sleep for a while longer!"
It is estimated that the scumbags heard it, and there will definitely be shards of glasses all over the floor. How could such a cute little girl have a dirty mouth? !
At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by a middle-aged white woman who stuck her head in through the crack of the opened door, and said with a smile, "Dear little one, good morning, it's time to get up."
"Understood, Jennifer, I'll come." The little girl restrained her unhappy look, stuck out her tongue cutely, and followed by getting out of bed and turning off the alarm clocks on the ground one by one.
"Okay, ten minutes? The wife is waiting for you." The white woman smiled and closed the door again.
Following Little Loli, she sat down on the bed in a slump like an adult, and murmured, "Oh my God, I'll have to live in this kind of disciplined life for several years, what a miserable world!"
But in less than a second, she cheered up again: "But it's okay, compared to something that has to be carried for a lifetime, at least there is hope."
Muttering like this, the little girl walked into the bathroom of the private bedroom and looked at the large mirror. She grinned very cutely, and then pulled her face down and said helplessly but viciously: "Good morning, Miss Mason!"
Then she came to the toilet, lifted the lid, reached out and grabbed into the panties. After grabbing two handfuls of them, she suddenly realized: "Damn, I forgot." Then she turned around and sat on it, dejectedly said: "Sure enough, 30 years of inertia can't be offset by only 11 years."
Although she was mumbling all the time, her hands were not idle. After brushing her teeth and washing her face quickly, she quickly came out and sat on the dressing table to start taking care of it. With her hands constantly dancing, the little guy quickly combed his messy hair. Neat, with a chic butterfly-shaped hairpin for even more cuteness.
Follow her to pick out a few pieces of clothes in the closet, a light green short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans. It was very ordinary at first, but when I put it on, I immediately felt a different feeling. The short-sleeved T-shirt was better. Her white and tender skin, and jeans and running shoes add some playfulness to her cuteness.
"The brand of clothes is important, but it must be tasteful and individual, but it must not be too individual. If you are half a step ahead, you will be sought after, and if you are one step ahead, you will be despised." The little girl murmured while looking at herself in the full-length mirror. , followed by a tragic vomiting expression: "God, should I jump from the upstairs, maybe my next mother will no longer be a descendant of aristocratic British blood!"
"Chrissy!" The door suddenly opened, and a slender, extravagant but very peaceful woman appeared in front of the little girl. She had curly brown hair and light blue eyes with a smile on her face. Looking at the little girl, although the clothes on her body are also very simple, it sets off her temperament perfectly, especially the decent ginger coat, which makes her look noble and plain.
The expression of tragic vomiting turned into a smile in an instant, so fast, I am afraid that the face-changing of Sichuan Opera is no more than this. The little guy is very ladylike and said with a little embarrassment: "Sorry, Mommy, it's a little late."
"Let's go down together, you'll be late if you wait any longer." Mom beckoned, and the little girl immediately took her mother's hand obediently and went downstairs.
The bright sunshine spilled into the living room, and the elegant decorations scattered around made the spacious room look brighter. The little girl's mother looked at a lazy man about 35 years old in white striped pajamas by the dining table and sighed helplessly. , the man sits at the dining table, like most Americans, reading the newspaper and stirring the coffee. Light brown hair, well-defined facial features, deep eyes and a high nose, he is very handsome, especially the pair of eyes, which are as black as the bottom of a deep lake, making people fascinated at a glance.
"Honey, I think you should get dressed and have breakfast," Mom said as she led the little girl downstairs.
"Okay, Mary, dear, this is in Los Angeles, not in London or Bristol." The man put down the newspaper in his hand and said helplessly.
"But you have to set an example for the child, otherwise Angela should use you as a shield again." The little girl's mother shrugged.
"Really?" The man frowned on purpose, turned his head to the little girl and said, "Little girl, are you using me as a shield?"
"Actually, Mr. Jared Mason, I'm using your spear to block you." Angela said solemnly.
"Look, Mary, Chris didn't use me as a shield." The man also spread his hands solemnly.
"Understood, you two, let's have breakfast." Erin gave her husband and daughter a helpless look and sat down at the dining table.
The breakfast is very rich, um... According to Americans, it is indeed rich, oatmeal, eggs, vegetable salad, French toast and pancakes, but for Angela, although it has been eaten for nearly 10 years, the taste is not suitable. She's used to it, but she still misses fried dough sticks, soy milk and pancakes.
The little girl ate her breakfast carefully, she was not very talkative, very disciplined, and very ladylike. Of course, deep down in her heart, she wanted to eat it up in two or three times and then go to school, but if she really dared to do this, she would immediately go to school. She will usher in the majestic eyes of her mother, and under the kind of eyes that can stab people to the core, only her father Jared can ignore them.
"Mom, I'm done eating, can I go to school?" Angela obediently took a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully, looking at her mother with bright eyes, emerald green eyes like two gems.
"Of course, baby, be careful on the road." The mother nodded and touched her face lightly, and Jared also touched her cheek: "Honey, do you want me to see you off?"
"Thank you, Dad, but no need." Although she knew that the man in front of her was her father and had been with him for more than ten years, she still couldn't help getting goosebumps.
Angela took the small schoolbag handed by Jennifer, put it on her back, walked to the door two or three steps, turned around and waved to her parents at the dining table, opened the door and ran away, quickly running through the garden. After going out the door, running all the way to the street, looking back and making sure that the sight from the house would not reach here, he finally jumped up and cheered, and then quickly continued to run forward.
She ran to the intersection in one breath and then stopped. The intersection of Emmon Rant Avenue is the junction of the rich and middle-class areas of Los Angeles, and it is also where she takes the school bus. St. John's Primary School, where Angela attends, is a public primary school. In fact, children from wealthy families like her should basically go to private elementary schools.
But the problem is that most of the private primary schools are girls' schools, and many of them are related to the church. Although there are not as many questions as in the previous life, there are endless homework, but there are many rules to abide by, especially when After Angela heard a lot of stories about demons in the church, she was used to being free in her previous life, and she was even more reluctant to go. Besides, since she was a child, she had been tortured enough by her demon mother's various etiquette and other training. It's miserable. Could it be that after entering the school, you will continue to be tortured? Especially if it's a school chosen by my mother.
Although she did not dare to fight against the demon mother, Angela, who has been a human being for two generations, was very smart to win over her father Jared, but she went a little too far. You can imagine a little girl who is just 6 years old in front of you. Talk about life and ideals? But she was still very lucky. Jared was just a little tired from dealing with some urgent matters in the company that day - he twisted his waist from playing golf, and his father seemed to be very unfamiliar with aristocratic private schools, so he was in a confused situation. She supported her daughter's decision, and settled down with Erin without any risk, allowing the little girl to enter a public school with her long-cherished wish.
At this moment, the ginger-colored school bus appeared on the street. Angela waved her hand quickly, and at the same time, Meimei stretched her waist and laughed in her heart: A beautiful day has begun again!