Mo Duoduo's little donkey was running on the road, and the little girl sitting in the back seat was in a happy mood. At this moment, she was clapping her hands and singing a new children's song taught by the kindergarten teacher.
"Little White Rabbit, she loves to cry so much, she whines when she's unhappy.
It said it had a short tail and whined at its father.
It didn't like the clothes without flowers, so it whined at its mother.
It said the radish was not delicious and rolled around.
Wuwuwu, Wuwuwu, black eyes turn into red eyes..."
Although Mo Duoduo was very angry at being little Guaiguai in the morning, she was still in a good mood when she heard her daughter's soft and waxy voice. Following the rhythm of her daughter's humming, she also began to hum.
stand up.
Arriving at the kindergarten where little Guaiguai was, Mo Duoduo jumped out of the car, held on to the faucet, and put down the pole of the little donkey battery car. Then he turned around and took little Guaiguai off the battery car.
"Mowendi, don't think that because you have Mr. Mo's support, you think that I don't dare to do anything to you!" Mo Duoduo bent down and tidied up the collar and schoolbag straps of the little boy. He was very interested in this ghost.
daughter, she was really at a loss what to do, "I'm warning you, you are not allowed to fight with the kids in the kindergarten!"
Little Guaiguai has always been learning boxing and kicking from Dad Mo, and her skills are pretty good among her peers. However, Mo Duoduo strongly and resolutely resists her using any violence.
This little guy is already wild and shrewd enough now. If he continues to use violence, it will be fine. In the future, he can become a female bully in the kindergarten.
"Yes!" After hearing Mo Duoduo's words, the little boy quickly stood up and gave Mo Duoduo a naughty salute. Then he spread his legs and ran towards the kindergarten.
"Remember what you said!" Mo Duoduo stood behind her and shouted worriedly.
Xiaoguai, who had already run into the campus, did not look back. He just waved his white and tender little hands towards Mo Duoduo, which was regarded as agreement.
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After Mo Duoduo sent the little boy to school, he held the car axle and was about to turn. At this time, several black top luxury cars lined up in a row and drove over from the boulevard in front. The long boulevard was because of this row of cars.
The driving of the luxury car caused a flurry of flying sand and rocks.
Mo Duoduo sat on her little donkey, holding the car faucet with both hands and putting her feet on the ground. She was not used to the luxury cars roaring in front of her.
Because there is a kindergarten across the street from the kindergarten where little Guaiguai is. Speaking of that kindergarten, it is really resounding throughout the empire and famous overseas. All parents in the empire are eagerly looking forward to it, and their heads are filled with excitement.
I want to send their children to the Royal Kindergarten, which is known as the aristocratic academy among the imperial aristocratic academies.
The children there are all relatives of the empire and the children of important government officials. Even if ordinary families want to get in, there is no way. It is said that when the principal there accepts a student's application for admission, even three generations of his ancestors will conduct thorough inspections.
The purpose is to ensure the image of his school as a pure aristocratic college.
Mo Duoduo sneered at this. We are all human beings. What are we doing with so many levels? We are just trying to hold on after we are full, so we have nothing to do!
However, today's convoy seems to be different from what we have seen before. Because there are six Mercedes-Benz cars driving in front and behind, and there is an extended Lincoln sedan in the middle.
When Mo Duoduo saw this scene, she couldn't help complaining in her heart.
Peat, people are so irritating when compared to others, is there anything? Their little girl can only ride on her little donkey to school all year round, but these aristocratic children are such a waste of resources, the last time they had to learn such a big posture...