Mr. Dior

Chapter 85: Meet you sooner (2)

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In the afternoon, the kindergarten ended, and the children stood in the yard waiting for their parents to pick them up. Zhang Chen twisted his body and squeezed a group of girls away, ran to Jiao Yan and took his hand.

Xiao Jiaoyan threw his hand away: "I won't take a nap now."

"We are good friends," Zhang Chen said frankly, "good friends should hold hands."

Are you good friends

Jiao Yan knew what a good friend meant, and was a little happy to have a good friend on the first day of kindergarten, so he acquiesced to the logic of classmate Zhang: "Okay, let you lead it."

Zhang Chenfei happily held the little prince's hand again, craned his neck to see if his mother had come: "Daddy will pick you up or mother will pick you up?"

"The babysitter picks me up." Jiao Yan looked at the children who were picked up by his parents and slowly looked down at his toes.

"Nanny? You have a nanny in your family. You are really rich." The little Zhang Chenfei didn't know exactly what the nanny did. He remembered that once his father said he wanted to hire a nanny, and his mother scolded him as to where there are so many. Money, so I think nanny is a very expensive thing.

"Feifei!" Mother Zhang appeared at the door of the kindergarten and waved to her son.

"Mom!" Zhang Chenfei ran over happily.

Jiao Yan looked at the suddenly empty hand, slowly clenched his small fist, and looked for the figure of the wooden nanny from left to right. Looking around, I couldn't help but glance at Zhang Chenfei, and suddenly found that he was pointing here and talking to his mother.

"Mom, that..."

"I see, you want a brother like that, don't you?" Since she went to kindergarten, Mama Zhang was almost annoyed by the son who was talking about his younger siblings, and she pointed out to her when she saw a beautiful child.

"No, no siblings, I want him," Zhang Chenfei pointed to the prince in a small suit and said, "I want him to be my daughter-in-law!"

Mother Zhang laughed badly and pulled at her son's ears: "Nonsense, I am a boy."

As he was talking, the babysitter came. Jiao Yan was picked up by the nanny, thought for a while, and waved to Zhang Chenfei.

"Quickly, I will see you again." Mother Zhang pushed her son.

"Goodbye Yanyan, see you tomorrow." Zhang Chen grinned.

Jiao Yan lay on the shoulder of the wooden nanny and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

After only one year in kindergarten, Jiao’s father invited a tutor to give Jiao Qi a pre-school tutoring, saying that the kindergarten teaches few things. The tutor was a retired elementary school teacher, and his amiable grandmother, Jiao Yan reluctantly accepted the matter of studying at home.

It's just that no one plays with him anymore.

In the second grade of elementary school in a blink of an eye, the school decided to set up a bilingual experimental class in the second half of the semester. The experimental class hires a foreign teacher and requires additional tuition, so you can go to it if you have money. Dad Jiao, who has been doing very well these days, certainly won't treat his son badly. Besides, he paid the money to let him go to the experimental class.

The class was re-allocated, and many of the experimental classes were students who did not know each other. Jiao Yan walked into the classroom with a small schoolbag on his back, found an empty seat, took out the homework assigned by his tutor, and started writing.

"Jiao Yan?" Hearing someone calling his name, Jiao Yan looked up and saw a shadow rushing over like the wind, sitting directly at the same table with him.

"Zhang Xiaofei." As the only good friend, Jiao Yan naturally recognized him.

"So you are in this school! I have never seen you before. If I know you are there, I will transfer to your class in the first grade." Zhang Chenfei danced excitedly, opened his Ultraman schoolbag, and found A milk candy stuffed Jiao Yan, "This is for you."

"I'm changing my teeth, I can't eat sugar," Jiao Yan grabbed the candy. "Don't eat it either."

"Occasionally eat one that is fine, and my mother will give me two in a week." Zhang Chen gritted his teeth to show him where he was missing.

Jiao Yan couldn't help but smile.

There are few people in the experimental class, and there are only 20 students in a class. What position does not affect listening to the class, and the teacher does not reallocate positions. The two of them were at the same table.

The school bell rang, and Zhang Chenfei quickly packed his schoolbags, waiting for Jiao Yan: "Where do you live? Let's go together."

"The babysitter will come to pick me up." Jiao Yan slowly packed his schoolbags, and all the books were neatly arranged in different categories.

"Then I will accompany you to wait for the nanny at the door, anyway, I usually go home by myself." Zhang Chenfei took his hand and walked towards the school door.

"Da Fei—" Gao Shiqing rushed over like a cannonball, climbing around Zhang Chen Fei's neck for a half circle, "Go, play games."

"No, I'm going home to do my homework." Zhang, a second-year student, worked hard to maintain his image.

"Bah, when did you do your homework?" Gao Shiqing ruthlessly exposed him. As one of the few high IQ academic gods in the school, they are both members of the "no homework test high score alliance army".

"Boom!" Zhang Chen kicked him, took Xiao Jiaoyan away from his friends, and ran to the school gate to buy spicy noodles for Jiao Yan to eat.

Jiao Yan had never eaten this kind of Sanwu food, so curious, he tried to take a bite.

"When it's spicy, Shiha twice," Zhang Chenfei gave him a demonstration, "Shiha, Shiha..."

The two children were so spicy that their mouths were red, and they were eating at the same time. After eating three spicy sticks, the nanny has not yet come.

"Is it still the wooden nanny?" Zhang Chenfei was impressed by the green-faced nanny of the Jiao family.

"No, this was just changed last semester." Jiao Yan licked his numb lips and bought a bottle of beverage to drink with Zhang Chenfei.

Zhang Chenfei asked him to drink first, and when Jiao Yan drank it, he took it and groaned half a bottle: "Everyone is gone, she won't come, I'll send you back."

"No, I'll just go back by myself."

"Be obedient, you are my daughter-in-law, and I have to protect you."

"...Who is your wife?"

"You promised me when you were a kid, did you forget?" Zhang Chen said vowedly, holding Jiao Yan's hand firmly.

Jiao's family and Zhang Chenfei's family were on the same road, but they were a little further away than Zhang's.

Jiao Yan's house is in a high-end residential area, the kind with elevators. Knock on the door, the babysitter is at home.

The babysitter is a woman in her thirties. She just opened the door and exclaimed: "Oh, look at me, just cooking and forgetting the time, didn't pick you up... Is this your classmate?"

"Well," Jiao Yan replied, looking at Zhang Chenfei, "This is Aunt Luo, I'm home."

"Classmates are here, stay and eat." Aunt Luo greeted her warmly.

"Okay." Zhang Chen was curious and wanted to go in and take a look, and swiftly agreed.

The babysitter choked for a while. He had never seen a child so invisible, and hurriedly went cooking with a dry smile and let them in, as if he was very busy.

The decoration in the room is very good, just a smell of oily smoke.

Jiao Yan took a friend home for the first time, and didn't know how to greet him, so he sat on the sofa with him staring. Zhang Chenfei picked up the phone in the living room, called his mother, told her that he would stay at Jiao Yan's house for dinner, and told her the specific address.

"Well, then you have a good meal, and mother will pick you up at eight o'clock."

Luo Meixiang didn't expect the child to be so rude, but the meal was already ready and could only be served. Fried bean sprouts, fried potatoes, porridge buns.

Sitting at the European-style dining table that seemed to be of very good quality, he took a bite of the shabby bean sprouts. Zhang Chenfei couldn't help frowning: "Auntie, your cooking skills are not good. It's not as good as my dad made with chemical equipment. The babysitter is so expensive, shouldn’t all the meals be super delicious?"

Why is this kid so unpleasant! Aunt Luo turned blue and turned to watch TV in her room.

Zhang Chenfei has seen many such fake and affectionate adults, and naturally has no good impressions, so he asked Jiao Yan in a low voice, "Why did your dad find such a nanny? This meal is too unpalatable, right?"

Jiao Yan didn't change his face and ate it one bite at a time: "At least, she is willing to talk to me." The babysitter in kindergarten did not talk all day, and he was very scared.

The little Zhang Chenfei still doesn't know what distress is. He just knows that it's a little uncomfortable: "You can talk to me, do you have a cell phone?"

"Yes." Jiao Yan pulled out the rope hanging around his neck, underneath it was a lightweight children's mobile phone.

Zhang Chenfei took it and deposited a number: "I don't have a mobile phone. This is my mother's number. You can call this to find me at night. Don't worry, my mother knows you are my wife."

"..."

In the days that followed, Zhang Chenfei sent Jiao Yan to the gate of the community every day, and went home by himself.

One day, the two walked together as usual, but Jiao Yan stopped in front of a snack bar: "I won't go home yet."

"What's wrong?"

"Auntie said she would not cook at night and let me eat out."

Hearing this, Zhang Chenfei became angry immediately: "Eating outside again? Why is this nanny like an uncle? You have eaten out a few meals this semester!"

Jiao Yan bowed his head and said nothing. He has a lot of pocket money, and sometimes eats outside when he doesn't want to go home. It tasted delicious at first, but it feels a little disgusting after eating it for a long time. Later, the nanny found out that he would buy food outside by himself, so she told him not to cook every now and then.

"Go, go to my house for dinner." Zhang Chenfei took Xiao Xiaojiao's wife by the hand and took him home.

The Zhangjia community is not as high-end as the Jiao’s, it is an old community without elevators. Mother Zhang opened the door and saw two children, she was very surprised: "The flames are here, come in."

Mama Zhang has always been particularly fond of this overly good-looking child. He asked them to play on the sofa, brought a large plate of fruits to the children, and then shouted at the kitchen: "Zhang Zhi, there are children who come to the house as guests and make something delicious."

Father Zhang emerged from the kitchen, took a look, and nodded: "Okay." He estimated Xiao Jiaoyan's height and weight, recalculated the dinner ingredients, took out a ruler to measure, and cut a larger piece of pork belly. .

The four dishes and one soup made strictly in accordance with the recipes made Jiao Yan unable to speak.

"Feifei, do you still want younger siblings?" Father Zhang looked at the petite and lovely Jiao Yan, then turned to ask Zhang Chenfei.

"Don't don't," Zhang Chenfei shook his head into a rattle, "I can't take care of Yanyan in time, and I don't have time to coax another kid!"

Father Zhang and Mother Zhang looked at each other, and Mother Zhang covered her mouth and smiled: "I don't care, I listen to my son."

Zhang Zhizhi nodded, and silently crossed out the plan to study ways to make childbearing easier.

"Let Yanyan live in our house, we will get married when we grow up." Zhang Chen Fei looked at his mother eagerly.

"Puff—" Jiao Yan was choked by Tang.

Zhang Chenfei slapped him on the back seriously.

Mother Zhang leaned forward with a smile: "Hahahaha, did you ask Yanyan if you agree? She said she wanted to marry someone."

Jiao Yan blushed, not knowing whether he was choking or angry, and turned his head to stare at Zhang Chenfei.

The child's mobile phone hung around the neck of "Dingdingding" rang, and I took it out to see that it was Dad Jiao calling. When he was about to pick up, he was suddenly taken away by Zhang Chenfei, hanging up the phone and turning off the phone in one go.

"Boy, what are you doing!" Mother Zhang patted her son on the back of the head.

"If you are wronged, you have to tell your parents that if the nanny doesn't come to pick you up or cook for you, you will pretend to be missing." Zhang Chenfei refused to return his phone to Jiao Yan after being beaten, and gave it to Xiao Xiao with a serious mind. The wife has an idea.

"This is not good," Zhang Zhizhi explained slowly, holding his wife by the hand to continue beating the child. "His parents will be worried."

Regarding the Jiao family, Mom Zhang heard her son talk about it before and knew something. She couldn’t help but said: “I don’t usually care about it, do you know now?” Dad Zhang shook his wrist before realizing that she shouldn’t be in front of her. Jiao Yan said this in his face.

"It's okay for you two to play, and I'll call him later." Mother Zhang asked for the phone, restarted it, and let the two children eat more. After eating, go to Zhang Chenfei's room to play.

Zhang Chenfei happily took Jiao Yan to visit his room, and showed him the comic book: "I rented it at a small bookstore. It looks good."

"What is it?" Jiao Yan took a look, because the rent was a bit old. On the fancy cover, there was a man in a suit holding a girl in a princess dress, which was a bit out of tune with the boy's room full of game posters. Look carefully at the title:

"The President's Million Brides"