Qing Yiyi started to study in this kindergarten at the age of 2. This year it is already a kindergarten class. Grandpa Zhang has never seen Qing Xiran pick up Qing Yiyi from school alone, regardless of wind and rain, and never let others do it for him.

A person suddenly appeared, and he said that he was Qing Yiyi's step-grandmother and had a bad relationship with Qing Xiran. Grandpa Zhang would definitely not let Peng Yuanying go in and pick up the child.

If something happens, the kindergarten must be responsible. Nowadays, children are so expensive, who can afford this responsibility?

Peng Yuanying's nose was crooked, and was blocked by Grandpa Zhang, shouting at Qing Xiran's back:

"Ranran, Ranran, I am Yiyi's grandmother. I want to see my granddaughter. Let me go in and pick up the child with you, Ranran..."

She would not give up. Today she was just here to explore the way and know which kindergarten Qing Yiyi went to school. The next step was to find out where Qing Yiyi's classroom was, and then find a way to get along with the class teacher.

Then, I will take Qing away one by one and hide it from Qing Xiran to see her daughter. If there is a hostage in her hands, I will not be afraid that Qing Xiran will not sign the transfer procedures for the quota.

Peng Yuanying made a good plan and always thought that after getting the pass, she and Li Xiaoxing had half of the success of entering the safe zone...

Qing Xiran turned around with a cold look on his face, looked at Peng Yuanying with sarcasm, and turned into the kindergarten building.

Passing by the administrative front desk of the kindergarten, Qing Xiran endured the throbbing Nao Ren'er, and leaned over with a pale face and asked Teacher Long at the front desk.

"Why is there only Grandpa Zhang the security guard today? And Grandpa Zeng there is also Grandpa Zeng?"

Their kindergarten has always had two security guards.

"well......"

Teacher Long shook his head and sighed:

"Yiyi Mom, Grandpa Zeng is gone."

"Not?"

"We also received a call from Grandpa Zeng's house this morning. When Grandpa Zeng was sleeping at home last night, he suddenly lost his breath. His family rushed him to the hospital, but..."

Teacher Long couldn't say anything later. Their kindergarten treated the employees very well. Although Grandpa Zeng and Grandpa Zhang were 60 years old, they both retired from the garrison. They were very healthy and friendly on weekdays, and were very loved by children.

Why did it disappear suddenly?

Qing Xiran collected another death message, and the data in her mind changed slightly, but the amplitude was not large. People like her who were very sensitive to numbers would not care about such changes in numbers at all.

She was in a heavy mood and looked back at the parents who were walking towards the classrooms of each child. There were fewer parents today than yesterday.

There are a few fewer than last week, and even a fewer than last month.

She said goodbye to Teacher Long silently and went to the second floor. Parents picked up their children from the second floor to the first floor. Qing Xiran gave in to her side, and her innocent faces were brushing her eyes, and her headache finally got better.

"Mother!"

Qing Yiyi, who is smart and cute, has long been staring at the door of the classroom. When she saw Qing Xiran's figure appearing, she jumped up from the small stool in a pink down jacket, then bypassed several adults, and quickly stepped on her short legs to Qing Xiran.

She bent down and picked up her almost four-year-old daughter, tilted her head, and leaned over her face. Qing slaps her mother's face one by one.

Then, Qing Xiran smiled and turned the other side of her face again. Qing hugged her mother's neck one by one and squirted on the other side of her face.

"Are you good today?"

Qing Xiran then began to ask.

There were two small trowels tied on the head of the little doll, tied with pink rubber bands, and a pink flower on one rubber band. The girl nodded and replied seriously and proudly:

"I'm so obedient. I'll cry once at noon."

"Really, you're so awesome, you'll only cry once."

Qing Xiran put down her little head with an exaggerated expression on her face.

"Go and get your schoolbag, let's go to the supermarket."

Then, while Qing Xiran was jumping to get his schoolbag, he talked to the head teacher about Qing Yi's crying at noon today.

The head teacher, Mr. Jiang, is a young girl who has just graduated from kindergarten, and actually looks older than Qing Xiran.

In fact, Qing Xiran looks very young.

No matter how old-fashioned she wears, her face has a faint childishness. If many teachers in the kindergarten had not seen Qing Xiran's ID card, they would have thought that Qing Xiran was only 18 years old this year.

Time has not left any traces on Qing Xiran because she gave birth to a child.

She looked like this, and when she went out to say that she had just graduated from high school, people believed it.

Her age seems to be at 18 years old, and time has never flowed again.

Teacher Jiang sighed:

"Our class Yangyang insisted on saying 52=100 at noon today, and he quarreled with him 52=7, and the two children started fighting over this matter."

"Super, she's still fighting!"

Qing Xiran could hear the upper body leaning back, and turned her head in surprise to look at Yiyi and Yangyang in the classroom. The two children were leaning together and whispering, and then laughing again. I don’t know what happy they were talking about.

The world of children is really puzzling. Didn’t Teacher Jiang say that at noon, the two children still had a fight? Now they turned into wars?

Teacher Jiang also saw this scene, Chong Qing Xiran smiled strangely:

"Yiyi Mom, I think our class Yiyi is a very smart child. She is less than four years old, but she already knows the addition and subtraction of double-digit numbers. Have you signed her up for some mental arithmetic tutoring class?"

"No."

Qing Xiran, who was a headache when he heard the word "mental arithmetic", shook her head, and her half-length hair fell on her cheeks, making her face look more petite and fragile. She explained:

"I don't know where she learned it, and I haven't taught her at home."

This is definitely not a saying to show off, because Qing Xiran knows the hardship of practicing mental arithmetic, so she has never cultivated Qing Yiyi's mental arithmetic at all since she gave birth to Qing Yiyi.

But her talent was brought out from Qing Yiyi's womb. Qing Xiran was summoned to join the highest garrison team of mental abacus at the age of 8 because she was talented in computing since she was a child.

Obviously, Qing Yi inherited her talents one by one.

"That's a pity, Yiyi Mom, I think you can train Yiyi well in this regard. She is really smart."

Teacher Jiang had some regret in his eyes, so he turned around and took a form and said to Qing Xiran:
Chapter completed!