Chapter 232 Le Bao, can you come to my house and beat up my brother?

After spending the day playing with her godmother, Le Bao's aversion to school returned the next day.

When Lu Chenyue came up to wake her up, the little one's eyes were still moving, but she just wouldn't open them.

Having dealt with so many unruly children, Lu Chenyue has developed some of his own methods for handling them.

He picked the chubby boy up directly from under the covers and forced the machine to turn on.

Brushing teeth, washing face, and getting dressed are all done in one go.

The chubby boy was so exhausted by his father that he woke up even though he didn't want to.

She was very unhappy.

She pouted, glancing at Lu Chenyue every now and then, and rolling her eyes at him.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and eat, then go to school."

Shen Wanning gently tapped her on the head. This little rascal, already acting up first thing in the morning.

The chubby boy, who had been forcibly dragged back by his mother, started eating breakfast sporadically.

He takes a bite of rice, holds it in his mouth for a long time without chewing or swallowing, dawdling and procrastinating.

"What's wrong with you today, baby? Are you feeling unwell? How about Grandpa feeds you?"

Lu Jianguo couldn't bear to see his granddaughter looking so listless.

"Grandpa, I'm not feeling well."

Someone offered her a way out, and the little one immediately seized it.

He nodded frantically, indicating that he was indeed feeling unwell.

"Oh dear, Grandpa, take a look. Maybe he's sick."

The chubby boy's words instantly made the people at the table anxious.

Apart from Shen Wanning.

"Dad, don't worry about her. She just doesn't want to go to school and is pretending."

Shen Wanning directly exposed her charade.

"Mommy, baby's got a mental illness."

Seeing that his mother had exposed his pretense, the chubby boy panicked and said that he was indeed sick.

"He doesn't have a fever."

Lu Jianguo touched Le Bao's forehead, then touched his own; he had no fever.

Seeing that the little brat was determined to continue pretending, Shen Wanning was too lazy to argue with her anymore.

"Hello, Dr. Liu, Le Bao is sick. Can you come over and give her an injection? Oh, one injection isn't enough, she needs several. Okay, no problem, we'll wait for you at home."

The little one, who had been pretending to be weak, stopped faking illness when she heard her mother on the phone and immediately tried to climb over the table to snatch her mother's phone.

"Mommy, Mommy, no shot!"

She just doesn't want to go to school, it doesn't mean she wants to get a shot.

She would rather go to school than get a shot.

"Aren't you sick? Mommy will call the doctor to treat you. A few injections will do the trick."

Shen Wanning hung up the phone, and the phone screen remained displaying a bunch of randomly dialed numbers.

She didn't actually make a call; she just randomly dialed a few numbers to make the phone ring.

As they get older, the little ones become harder to fool.

"Mommy, I'm crying! I'm going to school!"

The people at the table suppressed their laughter and all gave Shen Wanning a thumbs up.

"No, Mom has made the decision. You don't need to go to school today. Just stay home and rest. The doctor will come to give you your injection in a little while."

Shen Wanning wasn't ready to let her finish so quickly.

You little punk, you're no match for your mom.

"Mom, I'm not sick, really, look."

To convince his mother that he wasn't sick, the chubby boy jumped off the table, ran to the door, then ran back, hugged Shen Wanning's leg, and smiled ingratiatingly.

Shen Wanning was almost driven to the brink of collapse by this little brat, but she still pretended to be serious and said:

"So you were faking being sick just now?"

The little guy stopped talking.

She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers.

"Look up at your mother."

Shen Wanning pinched her chin and lifted her head.

"You were faking illness just now. Did you see how worried Grandpa was? Grandpa loves you so much. Just because you didn't want to go to school, you lied and made the adults worry. Grandpa is old and can't take a shock."

Tears welled up in the little guy's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I made a mistake."

"You're not just letting me down, you're letting down the people who care about and love you."

Shen Wanning wiped away her tears and told her to go apologize to the others.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I was wrong, Grandpa, I'm crying!"

"Oh, baby, you're so good. You admit your mistakes and correct them. You're still a good child."

Lu Jianguo felt sorry for the little guy and held him in his arms, comforting him for a long time.

"Waaah, waaaah."

After being comforted by his grandfather, the chubby boy couldn't hold back any longer and buried his face in Lu Jianguo's arms, sobbing loudly.

"Mommy, aren't we getting a shot?"

As she cried, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Shen Wanning.

She hadn't forgotten that her mother had called the doctor to give her an injection.

"Pfft."

The group couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

Shen Wanning couldn't help but smile and tap her head.

The world where only Le Bao was injured has been achieved.

"Okay, Mom will call the doctor right now and tell him not to come."

She pretended to dial a number on the phone, and then solemnly told the doctor not to come, right in front of the little one.

In the end, Le Bao finished his breakfast in his grandfather's arms.

After finishing their meal, the couple successfully got their little one to school and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after arriving at school, the chubby boy was having a blast playing with everyone again, completely unlike his feigned illness and reluctance to come in the morning.

"Le Bao, what were you doing yesterday? Why were you picked up?"

King Rou Rou asked her curiously.

At this point, the chubby boy got really excited.

"I beat up the bad guys! I'm fierce! Protect my godmother!"

"Wow, Le Bao, so you went to fight yesterday? Did you win?"

The children all gathered around, listening to Le Bao boast about her glorious deeds.

In their eyes, someone who could get adults to come and ask her to fight must be very powerful.

As a result, Le Bao's reputation as the leader and fighting king grew even stronger in the kindergarten.

"I won! I bumped into her like that, and then she started crying."

She imitated the way she stubbornly rammed into people yesterday, and was incredibly proud of herself.

"Wow, Le Bao, you're amazing!"

"Le Bao, you're the best."

"Your Majesty, Le Bao, you are the king."

"......"

"Le Bao, can you help me beat up my brother? He keeps stealing my things."

At that moment, a little boy squeezed to the front, took out his treasured candy, and offered it to Le Bao.

It has to be said that these kids, despite their young age, have a very good grasp of social etiquette.

They also know that if you want someone to do something for you, you have to make some arrangements first.

The idea of ​​hiring an outsider to beat up one's own brother is probably quite rare.

"Okay, where's your debt, buddy?"

The chubby boy quickly accepted the candy, his eyes shining.

"My brother goes to school and comes home after school. Can you come to my house and beat him up?"

Good heavens, not only did you hire someone to beat up your own brother, but you also had them chased to your home to beat him up. You're probably the first person in history to do this.

But the chubby boy being lifted up didn't realize anything was wrong.

"Hey, let's go to your house after school."

She agreed without hesitation.

"Yay, thank you Le Bao."

"Le Bao, Le Bao, can you help me?"

"Me too, me too."

"I want one too."

"......"

Suddenly, the little guy's business skyrocketed.