But when I think about it, the two children are only 3 and 2 years old. It is too early to think about this now.
Bo Zhanye said coldly: "It's your decision."
So daddy doesn’t object? Doesn’t he object to him going to the same kindergarten as Yaya, or does he not object to being an in-law with his aunt?
Of these two, one is sad and the other is happy.
Bo Xiaomo couldn't be happy, but being able to go to the same school as Little Baozi gave the other a chance to change. He said, "Thank you, Daddy." Then he walked out and asked Mo Nanxi to help with registration matters.
Spring Kindergarten is the kindergarten that Lanxixi finally decided on after many comparisons.
Not only is this kindergarten well-equipped, the teachers are friendly and professional, the ingredients are strictly controlled, and it is also equipped with a school bus to pick up and drop off, it is perfect.
After the assessment, Mo Nanxi determined that there were no problems and signed up for Bo Xiaomo:
"Young master, would you like to take the school bus or be picked up by the driver?"
"Which one did Xiao Baozi report?"
Mo Nanxi replied: "Yaya is picking up and dropping off parents." After all, the distance is so close that it only takes ten minutes...
But it's different here. The train ride there is at least 15 minutes.
"Young master, if you also choose to be picked up by your parents, Master Jiu may not be able to catch up sometimes, so he may have to hire an extra driver for you."
You must know that Master Jiu is busy with work every day, so being able to go home and accompany him every night is already a special blessing.
Kindergarten get out of class ends at six o'clock, and many times Jiuye works overtime until eight or ten o'clock in the evening.
Bo Xiaomo understood his father's situation, and after thinking deeply, he said sensibly:
"Let's arrange a driver. Daddy will come and pick him up if he has time. If he doesn't have time, let the driver go."
"Okay, Master."
"Dip!" As soon as Mo Nanxi finished speaking, the door was unlocked, and the beautiful and elegant Lan Jiao walked into the villa.
He said respectfully: "Madam."
Lan Jiao hummed and her eyes fell on Bo Xiaomo.
Bo Xiaomo immediately shrank his neck, lowered his head, and turned around: "I'm going upstairs."
"Wait a minute." Lan Jiao stopped and said to Mo Nanxi, "You go down first, Xiao Mo and I have something to talk about."
"Okay, ma'am." Mo Nanxi turned around and went upstairs to the study to report on Bo Xiaomo's registration and the news of Lan Jiao's arrival.
The large living room has a quiet air.
Bo Xiaomo stood there, not leaving, not replying, not saying hello.
This damn kid doesn’t have this attitude towards Lan Xixi!
Lan Jiao felt angry, but when she thought of Lan Xixi's threat, she stepped over and squatted in front of Bo Xiaomo, looking straight at him:
"Xiao Mo, I am your biological mother. With your IQ, you should understand what this means? Huh?"
Bo Xiaomo naturally knows that since ancient times, poems and songs have spread that maternal love is great and selfless.
But...he couldn't see or feel any maternal love in Lan Jiao.
He doesn't speak.
Lan Jiao tried her best to suppress her temper and said:
"No matter how much you like Lan Xixi, she is just an outsider. I am your mother. Before...if I did something wrong before, I will correct it. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, you can tell me. In the future, we
Get along well. Huh?"
"This is the Michelin dessert I bought for you. I queued for an hour to buy it. Try it and see if it tastes good?"
There was gentleness in his words, and a faint smile on his face.
Bo Xiaomo looked at Lan Jiao, his black eyes were confused and confused.
About three seconds later, his little face changed, and he suddenly raised his hand and pushed her away: "You are just pretending! I don't like you!"
"Bang!" Lan Jiao was pushed to the ground, her injured hand resting on the ground with bright red blood oozing from it.
On the corridor, Bo Zhanye's eyes narrowed and he went downstairs: "Xiao Mo, who allowed you to do it?" Or his mother?
There was a seriousness and anger in his voice that could not be ignored.