Gu Xiaoai looked over and saw Len wearing a white sportswear under the bright lights, kicking a small football with both feet. The black and white football was moved back and forth flexibly on his feet.
Li Juefeng stood against the wall, his black eyes looking at his feet coldly, his voice still disgusting, "You'd better count how many people there are in your class, and then count how many boys there are!"
This is all too embarrassing to mention.
Could he be more promising?!
Len's pretty little face suddenly became even more aggrieved. He was moving the football with his feet and said, "I am in elementary school and can join the football club."
A primary school teacher came to their kindergarten and praised him a lot when he saw him playing football.
"Yeah. Even cats and dogs can enter that kind of department."
Li Juefeng strikes people mercilessly, with sharp bites and deadly blows...
"..."
Gu Xiaoai saw that his son's head was lowered, and his dribbling speed was obviously not as fast as before.
Gu Xiaoai looked at the two men, one big and one small. That was what she should cherish, not a friendship with an inexplicable origin...
She would almost ignore Li Juefeng for a false friendship.
Gu Xiaoai looked at them, Li Juefeng's black eyes were fixed on Len's feet, but he said coldly, "Are you willing to come back?"
These words... were obviously spoken to her.
"Of course I'm coming back."
Gu Xiaoai cheered up, walked over with a smile, reached out and patted Len's little head, and asked him for advice, "LG, if you like, how about signing up for a football interest class during this winter vacation?"
Len raised his head and looked at her, his eyes full of interest, "Yeah."
"Can't I teach you well?!" Li Juefeng frowned dissatisfied and raised his black eyes to stare at her face.
Her clear and clean face was outlined with a smile. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes were floating. She stood there and stared at him without blinking, her pupils reflecting his face.
Li Juefeng was stunned for a moment.
"You don't have so much time to teach him." Gu Xiaoai said, glancing at Len, "Besides, doesn't football need a lot of people to play? There are other children in the interest class learning together."
After hearing this, Len immediately looked at Li Juefeng, with hope on his pretty face.
Li Juefeng stared at him for a long time, and then said "hmm" like a charity.
Len's joy returned to his eyes, and his feet kicked the football faster.
Gu Xiaoai discovered that Len's admiration for Li Juefeng seemed to be growing day by day. Everything was satisfied only if Li Juefeng's approval was obtained, and her appreciation and suggestions... were not as good as Li Juefeng's cold "hmm" word.
He is happy.
…
Gu Xiaoai walked to the sofa and sat down a little tiredly. She handed her phone to the maid beside her and said, "Print out the photos of Len at school today."
"Yes, madam." The maid took the phone, took a few steps and then turned back, "Madam, someone has been sending you text messages. Do you want to read them?"
Gu Xiaoai's eyes froze for a moment. They were all text messages sent by Wen Xi. They were all apologetic text messages.
"No need, just print the photo and delete the information." Gu Xiaoai said calmly.
She couldn't bear this kind of friendship.
The sofa beside her sank, and Li Juefeng sat next to her, crossed his legs, and lazily took a cup of steaming coffee from the maid's hand.
Even just sitting next to her, his aura was so overwhelming that Gu Xiaoai lay down on her side and rested her head on his lap.