When Qin Xiyan saw him sitting elegantly inside, his clear eyes trembled slightly.
He raised his eyes, hesitated for a while, and called out to him timidly in a low voice:
"… dad."
He remembered that his father was usually very busy.
The last time Qin Xiyan saw him seemed to be 43 days ago.
The indifferent and reserved man lowered his eyes slightly, and gave a low "um", his voice was extra deep and magnetic.
His bony pale fingers turned over a page of the report, his expression as cold as he wanted.
See Qin Xiyan standing still outside the car.
The man slightly turned his sharp and cold face like a blade, and his dull eyes finally fell on him, and the dark and deep eyes deepened:
"Come up."
Qin Xiyan pursed his lips, wondering what his father wanted from him.
After a little hesitation, he sat in with his schoolbag in his arms.
As soon as Qin Xiyan sat down, Jian Chenglang, Qin Xiyan's younger uncle, turned his head from the front row.
His seductive fox eyes were raised slightly, and there was a lazy and evil spirit in his delicate eyebrows, and he said with a smile:
"Little Yan, how is your first day of school today? Do you still feel used to it?"
Qin Xiyan nodded slightly.
The man next to him raised his indifferent eyes, pursed his thin lips tightly, and his voice was cold without any warmth:
"Mute? Can't even speak?"
Qin Xiyan was holding a small schoolbag, his dark and slender eyelashes trembling desperately, and his delicate and fair face tensed instantly.
The big dark and beautiful eyes like glazed beads stared straight at him.
It seemed like he was angry, but he just kept silent anyway!
"Brother!" Jian Chenglang was speechless, and gave Jian Yi a blank look:
"It's not like you don't know what you're forcing him to do. The more you force him to talk, the less he wants to talk. Can't you let Xiaoyan take his time?"
His brother obviously wants to get along well with Xiao Yan.
But there is no way, Xiaoyan's mother passed away early, and his brother is a straight steel man, he can't take care of children at all, and he doesn't know how to get along with children.
Originally, I wanted to persuade Xiao Yan to speak more, but what I said was so annoying that even he couldn't stand it.
Thinking of this, Jian Chenglang couldn't help but mutter:
"He is your son, not your subordinate. Who are you trying to scare with a straight face?"
Mrs. Qin Xiyan nodded vigorously when she heard the words.
Seeing this, Jian Chenglang suddenly smiled meanly, "Look, even Xiao Yan thinks what I said is right!"
Jian Yi tightly pursed her thin lips, looked sideways at Qin Xiyan, and said nothing.
Seeing his arrogant look, Jian Chenglang curled his lips.
Fortunately, his brother is self-aware, and when he came to see Xiaoyan in the kindergarten, he was called along.
Otherwise, if one can't talk and the other doesn't like to talk, they will all have a cold war!
Qin Xiyan was born prematurely. He was judged to have mild autism since he was a child, and he didn't like to talk.
A year ago, his mother died, and his autism became more serious, and he even suffered from social phobia.
As soon as he went to a place with many strangers, he wished he could hide himself completely and didn't want to say anything.
Only in the face of familiar people, or in an environment where he feels safe, can he barely say a few words.
For this reason, they found many ways, but to no avail.
Seeing the age of kindergarten.
Originally they wanted to arrange people in their own kindergarten.
One person, one class, one-on-one teaching.
This can also protect Qin Xiyan well.