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Chapter 857



Chapter 857

Lin Mucheng was obviously not as calm as Meng Haisheng when it came to the matter of Little Star.

She secretly regretted that as a mother, she usually cared too little about Momo. If she had spent more time with Momo, she might have discovered some clues earlier.

A long time ago, when Momo and Bai Zimo were close, Meng Haisheng and Lin Mucheng intervened deliberately.

At that time, they were afraid that something would happen if the two children stayed together all day.

After all, they were relatively young and did not know much about themselves and life.

They did not want Momo to do something that would make her regret for the rest of her life at such a young age.

Life is so long, she can wait until she is mentally mature before making a choice.

Unexpectedly, they still got into trouble despite all their precautions.

"Teacher Song, have you asked Meng Chuling and Bai Zimo about Little Star?"

Meng Haisheng picked up the beautiful glass bottle on the table and asked casually.

As a superior, Meng Haisheng's aura is very strong. At this moment, his face is full of frost, and he is obviously in a bad mood.

Teacher Song, who was standing by, looked at Meng Haisheng and wanted to leave.

But in order to make things clear, he had to bite the bullet.

"Children are sensitive nowadays. How dare I ask? Let's call your parents first and discuss how to deal with it."

"I also notified Bai Zimo's parents, but the phone has not been connected."

Teacher Song was also quite troubled. The IQ of the children in the junior class was top-notch, but it was difficult to manage children who were too smart. As a teacher, he was also worried.

"Teacher Song, I want to ask Meng Chuling directly. Based on my understanding of Meng Chuling, these stars she folded may have other meanings, not what we think."

"Dad Chuling, I understand how you feel now. As a teacher, I have taught so many children and I understand their thoughts."

"We parents and teachers should treat it positively and not deal with it with emotions. This will still cause great harm to the children's young hearts."

"If it is not handled well, it may even affect the normal growth of the children."

Lin Mucheng, who was standing aside, saw Teacher Song carefully persuading Meng Haisheng and smiled helplessly.

Meng Haisheng's face was so ugly at this moment that those who didn't know would think he was going to beat Bai Zimo up.

Only Lin Mucheng knew that he was jealous. His precious daughter, who he had raised in his palms, was deceived by Bai Zimo, a stinky boy, and folded so many stars and small hearts.

His precious daughter didn't know how many nights she had to endure to fold them, and her hands must be very painful after folding so many.

When Meng Haisheng thought of these, he was furious and wanted to pull Bai Zimo out and beat him up.

"Teacher Song, the situation is still unclear now. Why don't we call Chu Ling out and ask her carefully? Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

Seeing that they were so persistent, Teacher Song stopped persuading them.

After a while, Momo came over.

The anger on Meng Haisheng's face was swept away, and he greeted Momo very gently.

"Momo, did you fold these stars and little hearts?"

Meng Haisheng first confirmed whether the things were Momo's.

"I folded them all. Didn't I give this to Bai Zimo? How come it's here."

Momo looked at everyone present with a suspicious look.

Hearing Momo say this, Meng Haisheng felt cold in his heart. It seems that these little stars and hearts were folded by Momo for that little bastard Bai Zimo.

Meng Haisheng organized his words for a long time before he said dryly, "Momo, do you like Bai Zimo?"

Even if Momo was a little idiot, she realized what Meng Haisheng meant.

She quickly explained, "Dad, it's not what you think."

"Some time ago, Bai Zimo said that he saw some classmates folding a lot of little stars and hearts to give to their elders. He said he wanted to fold them, but he didn't know how to do it, so he asked me to help."

"Later, I taught Bai Zimo, and he gave me some of his folds to show his gratitude."

After listening to Momo's explanation, Lin Mucheng was greatly relieved. His baby daughter was still not smart enough and didn't know what these little stars and hearts represented.

"Teacher Song, you see, it was a misunderstanding."

Meng Haisheng raised his eyebrows slightly. The tyranny just now had disappeared. He now looked like a kind old father without any offensive power.

Teacher Song frowned, and it was obvious that he didn't believe what Momo said.

"Meng Chuling, when you were folding little stars for Bai Zimo, did you really have no other thoughts? I have taught so many students, I know what you are thinking, you can't lie to me."

Momo was confused by Teacher Song's question.

"OnlyWhat do you need to think about when you fold a little star? You can't just recite the Diamond Sutra in your heart. "

Meng Haisheng smiled and touched Momo's little head and said, "Where are the little stars that Bai Zimo gave you?"

"On the bookshelf in my bedroom."

"Oh, there's nothing for you to do here, go back to class."

Teacher Song was stunned. Meng Haisheng let him go before he said anything. He was too protective of his child.

After Momo left, Meng Haisheng continued, "Teacher Song has made things clear now. There is nothing you think about between Momo and Bai Zimo. Then we won't bother you here. If there are other things, we can contact you by phone at any time. "

Meng Haisheng didn't give Teacher Song a chance to say more, and turned away.

He had already connected the whole story in his mind.

Driving all the way home, Meng Haisheng went straight to Momo's bedroom.

My daughter had grown up, and Meng Haisheng hadn't been to Momo's bedroom for a long time.

Her bedroom was mainly pink, and there was a big pink rabbit on the bed.

Soon he found a slightly smaller glass jar on the bookshelf, which also contained many colorful little stars and little hearts.

He went forward to open the jar, poured out a few little stars, and opened them one by one.

"Bai Zimo, this little bastard, really played tricks on me. "

On the small note, it was written "Momo, grow up happily"

Looking at another note, it was written "Momo is the cutest little girl"

Meng Haisheng opened several notes in a row, and each one had words written on it.

Although there was no word of love on these notes, they were full of admiration.

Meng Haisheng's back teeth were almost broken with hatred.

He used to joke with Lin Mucheng that if Momo and Bai Zimo could become a couple when they grew up, it would be a good marriage.

But there was a premise that Momo liked him.

But now Bai Zimo was playing tricks on her, first tricking Momo into giving him origami to represent admiration.

He was very scheming and gave Momo some in return.

Damn, how old is Bai Zimo, but he has so many tricks. In a few years, his naive daughter will not be his opponent.

Thinking of this, Meng Haisheng felt his scalp tingling.

"All these were written by Bai Zimo? "

Lin Mucheng finally realized when he saw the note in Meng Haisheng's hand that the situation seemed to be more serious than they thought.

"What should Haisheng do now? If we go directly to Momo and Bai Zimo to clarify the matter, I am afraid that it will affect the two children. After all, our Momo doesn't know anything yet."

"I remember that you told me some time ago that you wanted to go to Europe for vacation, and Momo also said that she wanted to go to collect inspiration and paint some paintings that she liked."

"Why don't we transfer Momo directly and let her go to an aristocratic school in Europe."

Momo is a genius girl. Meng Haisheng believes that even if she doesn't go to the junior class, her future achievements will not be low.

More importantly, he has already built a business empire for Momo. Even if Momo only paints and does nothing in the future, she will be happier than most children.


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