Smart and cute baby: recruit a marriage for daddy

Six years later

A downtown noble kindergarten.

Teacher's office.

Lying on the sofa in the morning, Qiao Xiaoxi shook his head uneasily. In the air-conditioned space, his forehead was still dripping with sweat.

"Who are you... Why can't I always see your face... Don't, don't come..." she murmured painfully, her eyebrows frowned, her long black hair cluttered on her white and delicate face.

"Mr. Qiao, wake up, Mr. Qiao..." the urgent cry echoed clearly in Qiao Xiaoxi's ear.

"Don't..." Qiao Xiaoxi was awakened by a nightmare. He opened his dark eyes and saw a woman's face in her early thirties.

"Mr. Qiao, are you all right? It's time to take a nap and have class in a minute. Are you all right?" the office director asked Qiao Xiaoxi intimately.

"Oh, I'm fine." Qiao Xiaoxi blinked his dark eyes and covered up the discomfort at the bottom of his eyes with his long eyelashes.

"Well, go wash your face and wake up." then she went back to her desk.

"OK." Qiao Xiaoxi dragged his heavy almost collapsed body to the bathroom inside. Turn on the faucet, directly use your hand to pat the cold water on your face.

The same dream, each time is divided into two stages, intermittent terrible, and let her feel very ignorant.

In the past 19 years, for Qiao Xiaoxi, everything is blank. She only remembers things after the age of 19.

Every time she asked her little aunt Lin Yu what kind of person she used to be, she would repeat the same answer, that is, "you had a serious illness and didn't remember anything when you woke up. You used to be very cheerful, and our Lin family is also a particularly warm family. Xiaoxi, as a person, you just need to live in the present and don't care about the past."

Nevertheless, she always wants to find her memory.

I don't know why she likes children very much in her heart, so what she learned in Britain in the past few years is related to children.

Back in city a, she was very relaxed and applied. She belongs to the largest, most luxurious and most senior noble kindergarten teacher here.

"Mr. Qiao, the largest shareholder of the school this afternoon, will visit each class. Since you applied for a head teacher a week ago, you must do a good job in the work of the class. Don't be singled out by the people on the other side of the board of directors."

Pack up your own Qiao Xiaoxi. When she returned to the office, the director immediately told her.

"OK, I see."

The school has nothing to say about her qualifications and education, but the only thing is that she has never had work experience.

This can be said to be Qiao Xiaoxi's first formal job since she remembered.

Since she wants the board to approve her work, she naturally has to be ready.

In the first class, she didn't take the battle in person, but let the foreign language teacher take the class.

After a class, it took 45 minutes. However, only a dozen minutes later, the foreign language teacher cried and ran to Qiao Xiaoxi's office.

The foreign language teacher cried and said a lot. Qiao Xiaoxi probably understood what she meant, that is, there is a child who is particularly "difficult". No matter what she said, the other person can answer. Not only that, he also speaks some foreign languages higher than those in kindergarten. Let the teacher directly overwhelmed.

Finally, the child took the whole class and made a mess together, which directly made her angry and ran out.

"Well... Don't cry. Take a rest here and I'll go to the classroom." Qiao Xiaoxi comforted her and got up to go to the classroom.

She came to this noble kindergarten for only a week and taught them a few classes in total. She didn't remember the names of many children at all.

Qiao Xiaoxi stood at the door of the classroom and looked at the scene inside. His heart collapsed in a moment. He also understood why the foreign language teacher was so helpless that he cried.

The large classroom, which was once clean and tidy, has become a mess. All the children are "free to move". The books on the table were torn to pieces by them. The chairs and stools are crooked, as if they had experienced a world war.

The most striking child is the little boy sitting on the podium table.