"Wow! Mommy's baby is so good, so it's better for Mommy to be respectful than obey her orders." With another chirp, Ziyu stood up reluctantly, stared at the pink face, stepped back to the closet, and then concentrated on taking out the
Clothes to wear.
Chen'er tidied the sheets obediently. She was not distracted or curious at all about her mother changing clothes openly in front of her. He came out of her body, do you still need to see it? However, she could only say this in her heart.
Think about it, if Mommy knew, she would cry again.
"I finally came down. I thought even your son couldn't do anything to you and couldn't afford to wake you up." As soon as he walked down the stairs to the first floor, a sarcastic voice came from the restaurant.
Ziyu's hair stood up, and he responded not to be outdone, "Of course my son is different from others. He is my 'biological' son."
"Mommy, godmother, let's have breakfast, I'm hungry." This time, Chen'er spoke quickly and strangled it in the cradle at the beginning of the verbal war.
Ziyu and Tong glared at each other without saying a word, and the three of them walked to the restaurant to have breakfast.
The delicious breakfast time was over, and the three of them were sitting around the sofa in the living room discussing the school Chen'er was going to.
"Godmother, how is this school?" There were several pictures of the school spread out in front of her, and Chen'er picked up one of them and asked.
"This is an aristocratic school in City A. You have to be powerful to enter. Apart from these, it is still a good school and free." Freedom is a nice way to say it. The tuition fees for the students who enter are not sky-high.
They are not ordinary people, so they naturally do whatever they want.
A school for nobles? Ziyu, who was sitting on Chen'er's right hand side, was stunned and lowered his head. He didn't know what he was thinking in his deep eyes.
"What about... this one?" Chen'er pointed at one of the pictures and asked, but his eyes quickly glanced at Ziyu.
An aristocratic school?
"This is a private school. From kindergarten to university, there are only 200 students at each stage. You can only get in based on your strength. As long as you can pass the exam, you can go in regardless of whether you have money or not.
And no matter how powerful and rich you are, it's useless if your grades are not good. Moreover, the test questions required to get into this school are different from others. It is said that this was established by a very mysterious person, and no one knows about it.
Who is he? People are spreading rumors that this is a strange school. And those who graduate from this school will definitely work in the most well-known companies with the best benefits in the country."
Hitomi said with a strange look on her face. Even she didn't know who was behind this school. However, the reason why she chose this school was that she believed that Chen'er must have the strength and got into it.
I believe this school will also be good for him.
"Well..." Chen'er looked at the two photos in his hands, seemingly thinking with his eyebrows lowered, but in fact, he had already made a decision in his heart.
"Then, let's go to this one." Chen'er raised the photo in her hand and handed it to Tong. At the same time, her eyes glanced at Ziyu intentionally or unintentionally. As expected, her body trembled slightly.
"This one? Godmother thought you would want to enter this one." Hitomi looked at Chen'er a little strangely. According to her understanding, he should challenge a place like this, not to mention there is a mysterious person there.
The person behind it.
"Godmother, don't you think that behind the luxury, there are too many things that are more interesting to people?" For example, in the past, Chen'er smiled sweetly, but it made Tong feel that a cold wind was blowing.
Chen'er, who did you inherit this from? Why are your hobbies always so weird? At this age, shouldn't you be holding toys?
"Mommy, what do you think?" Chen'er turned around, looked at Ziyu on the other side, and asked lightly.