Huo Jian frowned, the expression on his face became even more ugly, and he looked at the little girl who scolded him.

She is very good-looking, but her hair style is a bit unintentional, and she doesn't look very smart.

He lowered his eyes and said unhappily: "What did you say?"

The teacher's eyebrows twitched, and just as he was about to smooth things over, he heard Qunchu repeat it again, "I said you were sick."

Huo Mingxuan hadn't left yet and was about to turn around when he heard these words. When he turned around, his face was a little unhappy, and he was a little surprised when he saw that the speaker was Porridge.

He recognized that this was the child who was talking to Qin Lie just now. He heard her call him daddy. He should be the child adopted by the Qin family.

He was pretty good-looking, but a little rude. He walked up to me and said in a deep voice, "Why are you swearing?"

Porridge blinked and said softly: "Uncle, I didn't curse. We honest people don't curse. I told the truth."

As she said that, she looked at Huo Jian and said, "You have a youthful complexion and sluggish skin. I didn't see your tongue. You should have a red tongue with less coating. My master said that this is called being lazy."

Hearing the last two words, Huo Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and his expression softened slightly.

Anorexia is the Chinese term for anorexia.

Since my son got anorexia, he has taken him to see both Chinese and Western medicine. After a long illness, he became a doctor and learned some things, but he was not cured.

He looked at Congee curiously, "Have you studied Chinese medicine?"

"Yeah!" Qi Zhou proudly raised his chin, and Xiao Chuangzhao dug out of his schoolbag again, took out a porcelain bottle, poured a bunch of red and green medicines out of it, and then picked out a red one.

"This can cure your disease."

Hearing this, several people present were a little dumbfounded.

Huo Mingxuan came back to his senses and looked at the candy-like thing she poured out. He felt a little funny and shook his head. An An's illness was not a secret. He probably mentioned it to her because Qin Lie had mentioned it. The little girl must have remembered it.

He never believed that a five-year-old child could cure diseases.

He shook his head and said, "No, thank you."

Hearing this, Porridge was sensitive to the problem and asked: "Uncle, don't you believe me?"

That's natural.

However, it was difficult to say this directly. He only said tactfully: "An'an is taking other medicines. I can't take yours anymore. The properties of the medicines will conflict."

Porridge was not really stupid, so of course he could hear these words. He snorted, pouted unhappily, put the medicine back into the bottle, turned his little head, and ignored them.

She doesn't want to play with people who don't believe in her.

The little girl was obviously angry, but Huo Mingxuan didn't care. Just as he was about to speak, his cell phone suddenly rang. He looked at the phone number and felt a little embarrassed.

Huo Jian's face suddenly dropped, and he said in a cold voice: "Go to work."

Huo Mingxuan also knew that he was angry. He had originally promised to stay with him all day, but the phone rang again. He gave him a helpless look and hurriedly walked out with his cell phone.

Huo Jian looked at his back, his eyes were slightly red, his head was drooped, and he was a little sulky.

The bodyguard was also a little anxious and tried to persuade him in a low voice, saying that Mr. Huo was too busy and still cared about him, but Huo Jian didn't believe it at all.

He was feeling uncomfortable when a childish voice suddenly came from his ear: "Why are you unhappy?"

He turned around, and it was the fat and heartless girl.

Huo Jian said in a low voice, "You don't understand."

Porridge blinked. She was not going to pay attention to him at first, but now that the other children were crying and no one was playing with her, she had no choice but to look for him.

When she heard this, she said: "Just tell me and I will understand."

Huo Jian ignored her.

Porridge puffed up his face, pouted, and didn't come closer.

Humph, she ignored him too.

She took out the snacks that Grandma Qin had prepared for her and started eating them.

Afraid that she would be hungry, Grandma Qin prepared a whole bag for her.

Congee took a bite of the cake, then turned to look at Qin Feng and handed him a piece.

Qin Feng had just finished eating, but he was still not hungry, and he couldn't bear to refuse his little cousin, so he could only eat in small bites.

Huo Jian didn't pay attention to her at first, but the sound of tearing the bag kept coming to his ears. He turned his head and watched in shock as Zorridge finished three pieces of cake, two apples, a pack of jelly, and a box of strawberries, and even dried them.

A piece of pancake.

He was a little shocked, his eyes fell on her, and he finally understood why she was so fat.

Every bite is eaten with effort.

He was a little surprised, but couldn't help but be attracted to her.

Sensing his gaze, Congee thought he wanted to eat it. After thinking about it, she picked out the smallest strawberry from the box and handed it to him, "Do you want to eat it?"

Unexpectedly, Huo Jian shook his head, looked at the strawberry, and soon felt a discomfort in his stomach. He covered his mouth and ran out quickly, and the bodyguard hurriedly followed.

Qin Feng was also dumbfounded, "What's wrong with him?"

"I'm sick." A common symptom of nausea is the inability to eat.

Congee frowned, hugged the bag and said, "Isn't he asking me to pay for it?"

Seeing that she was worried and worried about losing money, Qin Feng said with a smile: "No, it's not your fault. You shared it with him out of kindness and didn't do anything to him."

Hearing this, Porridge was greatly relieved.

She thought she was going to lose money again.

However, Huo Ji'an never came back after running out. Porridge was a little uneasy. He asked the teacher and was relieved when he learned that he was resting in the teacher's office.

There is not much learning content in kindergarten, most of them are fun activities, and it’s lunch time soon.

Porridge obediently lined up and followed the teacher to the restaurant.

The director was at the door and he recognized him at a glance.

One is that the little girl is good-looking, and the other is that her hairstyle is too eye-catching.

Seeing that Porridge was the first in the queue, just like a short winter melon, the director felt a little funny when he thought of what Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin said.

With such a little kid, how could he be so poor?

He walked forward, touched Congee's head and said kindly: "You are Congee, right?"

Congee nodded softly, "Grandpa, who are you?"

"I'm the director of the garden."

Porridge suddenly realized it, remembered it, raised his little fat paw and replied: "Grandpa's friend!"

"That's right."

The principal loves children very much, otherwise he would not have been in this position for so many years.

He looked at the porridge and said with a smile: "Porridge, go ahead and eat it. If you are not full, just tell the teacher and ask the teacher to give you more. We will take care of the food here!"

He said domineeringly.

Hearing this, Porridge's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Grandpa Director, then I'll feel relieved."

She was also worried about not having enough to eat.

Except for her grandparents and father, no one dared to tell her that she had enough to eat.

Grandpa, the director, is so kind!

She loves school!

Seeing the little girl obviously relieved, the principal smiled again.

What a big deal.

He explained to the teacher again, and then walked away with his hands behind his back, still humming a song.

However, before he reached the classroom, the teacher came over sweating and said: "Director, there is not enough food! The master in the kitchen asked you to buy some more vegetables quickly!"
Chapter completed!