Qiao Yingzi, who had skipped morning classes for two consecutive days, was busy building Lego.
Qiao Weidong contacted Li Meng on the phone: "Teacher Li, I'm afraid I have to ask you for leave because of the lecture."
"I still want to say, why didn't Yingzi come?"
"Yingzi feels a little uncomfortable!" Qiao Weidong, who was neither blushing nor out of breath, lied and winked at Qiao Yingzi.
"Are you not feeling well? If you can come, you have to come and listen to me. How do you get in from your home?" Li Meng suddenly felt something was wrong: "Hey, why do you always ask for leave recently? Yingzi is not at home?"
"Hey, isn't it the weekend today? Yingzi's mother has gone to tutor students. I'm taking Yingzi out to see a doctor."
Li Meng on the other side of the phone thought for a while and said, "Okay, that's it. I'll go see Yingzi later."
"Ah, no, no, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Li. I will ask Yingzi to tutor her classmates later on the content of the lecture. Don't worry."
Li Meng's skeptical attitude became more and more serious: "Okay, let's do this for now, Mr. Qiao."
"Okay, okay, thank you, Teacher Li."
Qiao Weidong put down the phone and sat down on the sofa. He said to Qiao Yingzi: "Yingzi, it's done. You can have fun today for the weekend. Haven't you set up the Millennium Eagle? Today Let’s ride together.”
"Dad, please come with me. You two should hurry up."
"OK."
The father and daughter played Lego passionately.
Li Meng just hung up the phone, thought about it, picked it up again and sent a message, "Yingzi's mother, I want to do a home visit today."
When I returned to the office, I started to get dressed and walked towards Qiao Yingzi's house. I arrived at Shuxiang Yayuan not far away.
Song Qian, who had made an appointment, was already waiting at home.
"It's quite easy to find. This is my first time here."
Song Qian hurriedly invited Teacher Li into the room: "Yes, it's my first time here."
"This is the fruit I brought to Yingzi." Li Meng said as she put the fruit gift box in her hand on the ground.
Song Qian took it in her hand with some embarrassment: "Why did you bring it to her? We should have come to see you, but it was reversed."
The two sat on the sofa and Li Meng was the first to speak: "Yingzi's father called me this morning and said that Yingzi was sick and had to go to the hospital for treatment."
"Ah?" Song Qian was confused. How could she not know that Yingzi was sick?
"Yes, and Yingzi has never come to her first class in the past few days, and Mr. Qiao asked for leave."
Li Meng looked at Song Qian and probably guessed what was going on: "You don't know what's going on?"
"Oh!" Song Qian forced a smile: "I understand."
Li Meng asked carefully: "Teacher Song, have you been too busy recently?"
Song Qian's face was not very good, and she reluctantly replied to Li Meng's concern: "Thank you, teacher, for your concern. If there is really any problem with Yingzi, it must be my negligence as a mother."
Li Meng, who already understood the situation, didn't stay long, chatted briefly and left.
Song Qian was left alone in a daze.
Suddenly she remembered that she saw the old house with lights on yesterday and thought it was rented out. Now it seems that it was Qiao Weidong's fault again.
Put on your clothes and walk towards the other unit.
The journey was not far, and it took only a few minutes to reach the door. This house was the first place where I lived, and it has been empty since then.
Standing at the door, you can hear the laughter inside through the door.
Song Qian, whose pressure in her heart was rising sharply, knocked on the door.
As expected, it was Qiao Weidong who opened the door.
Song Qian looked at the nervous Qiao Weidong and asked, "Where is Yingzi?"
"What...what Yingzi?"
Song Qian swept Qiao Weidong away and rushed directly into the house.
The eye-catching picture is that Qiao Yingzi is cooking, and teacher Xiao Meng from the yoga studio is eating the bird's nest she prepared for Yingzi.
The house is full of Lego, large and small.
There are also starry sky stickers on the wall.
The more she looked at Song Qian, the angrier she became: "Yingzi, is this the lecture you are talking about?"
"mom!"
Qiao Yingzi did not expect that Song Qian would come and attack suddenly.
Xiaomeng looked at the awkward atmosphere and took the initiative to say: "Old Qiao, there are guests at home, and I don't want to introduce them."
"Oh, Yingzi's mother." Qiao Weidong walked to the other side and said, "Xiaomeng, my girlfriend."
Xiao Meng, who wanted to marry Qiao Weidong, reached out to hold Qiao Weidong and added: "Fiancée."
Song Qian smiled disdainfully: "Teacher Xiaomeng, what a coincidence, we meet again."
"Do you know each other?"
"Ah, I've met her at the yoga studio before, but I didn't know that Teacher Song was Yingzi's mother."
Song Qian turned around and walked around the room.
"Teacher Song, we are making lunch, have you eaten? Why don't you sit down and eat together."
Xiao Meng looked like a hostess, which made Qiao Weidong frown.
However, Song Qian ignored her. Instead, she turned to Qiao Yingzi and asked, "I won't let you play, so you just move here to play, right?"
"No, Mom, please listen to my explanation."
Qiao Weidong hurriedly took it over: "Song Qian, don't blame the child, I arranged these things."
"I think you look like a family of three. You can eat, I won't disturb you."
After saying that, she turned around and left. Song Qian, who had just gone out, couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.
She wanted to try her best to hold it back, but she felt that she had lost Qiao Yingzi and couldn't help it.
Qiao Yingzi put on her shoes and chased after him.
As soon as he returned to the downstairs of his house, he saw Ye Haoran who was about to go upstairs.
The aggrieved Song Qian couldn't help crying anymore.
Ye Haoran originally wanted to bring the dishes cooked by the new chef to the mother and daughter to try, but he bumped into this scene.
"Eiko, what's wrong?"
Qiao Yingzi didn't know how to explain it.
Ye Haoran stretched out his hand to help Song Qian walk into the house. Song Qian leaned in Ye Haoran's arms, heartbroken.
Back in the house, Song Qian put herself in the bedroom alone and didn't respond no matter how Qiao Yingzi called.
Ye Haoran patted Qiao Yingzi on the shoulder: "What is going on?"
Qiao Yingzi, who lowered his head and cried, finally spoke intermittently.
Ye Haoran said with a disappointed look on his face: "How could your mother know about such a big thing? You don't know how much Sister Qian cares about you? You do the same, your dad can coax you with just a few Legos, Your mother has been serving you for so many years, and you haven’t said anything about helping your mother cook. Do you want to be a white-eyed wolf?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Yingzi's phone rang. When she picked it up, she saw that it was her father, Qiao Weidong, who wanted to answer but didn't dare to answer it.
Song Qian saw Qiao Yingzi's actions through the glass door and rushed out.
He grabbed Yingzi's phone and answered it: "Qiao Weidong, please listen to me. Don't call Yingzi again, don't disturb our lives again."
When Qiao Yingzi saw Song Qian coming out, she hurriedly held Song Qian's hand: "Mom, I was really wrong, please forgive me."
"I saw it just now. The three of you were cooking in the kitchen, like a family of three. You were so affectionate and affectionate. I was surprised. Why didn't you want to help me when I was cooking in the kitchen? You did. Really? Did you extend your hand? Did I ask you to hold my hand?"
The emotional Song Qian started crying again: "I am a mother, I am a nanny, right."
Seeing Song Qian on the verge of collapse, Ye Haoran quickly comforted her and helped her sit on a chair.
Turning to Qiao Yingzi, he said, "You come in and stay for a while. I'll talk to your mother."
Seeing that Qiao Yingzi didn't dare to move, Ye Haoran took the initiative to push Qiao Yingzi into the house, leaving a crack in the door.
