Stop There, Daddy

After this, the real parent-child race began.

There were a total of 10 projects organized in kindergarten. The order was like this. First was a competition between the children, then a competition between parents and children, and then a competition between parents.

Wen Baobao learned knowledge very quickly. His current knowledge reserve was no less than that of ordinary primary school students, and his EQ was similar to adults.

But this does not mean that Wen Baobao is neglecting his physical exercise.

In fact, He Siming was also very concerned about Wen Baobao’s body. For example, He Siming himself, even if he was busy with work, he would take around six hours a week to go to the gym for three exercises.

He could ask himself and naturally asked Wen Baobao to do so. Wen Baobao would often exercise in the gym room at home and often run in school, so Wen Baobao’s physical fitness was really good.

And Wen Baobao’s physical coordination was also very strong. Among all the children, Wen Baobao’s performance in the competition could be said to be the best.

Wen Luo was very happy. After every competition, she encouraged Wen Baobao, handed water, and so on. It looked like she was really Wen Baobao’s mother.

When the results were read on the kindergarten broadcast, Wen Baobao got all the first place.

After He Siming heard this, he picked up Wen Baobao and kissed him on his little face. “Baby is so amazing. As expected of my son.”

Wen Luo was also very happy.

Now it was the turn of the children to compete with their parents.

The first project was three people.

The so-called four feet of three people means that the child is in the middle. The parents are on both sides. The two legs of the child and the parents are tied together with a strip of cloth.

See who can reach the finish line first, and that family is the champion of this competition.

The kindergarten teacher came over to tie the legs of He Siming and the other three. Looking at this scene, Wen Luo seemed to think of something and felt very familiar.

The competition began.

However, at this moment, a chaotic memory flashed across Wenrot’s mind.

She wanted to catch those memories, but they were like butterflies in the flowers and birds in the branches. Even her in any case couldn’t catch their tracks.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Luo didn’t follow the rhythm of He Siming and Wen Baobao. The strip of cloth tied to her legs loosened and she fell to the ground. Her knees were broken. Although she was covered by sports pants, Wen Luo knew that it was probably blue and purple.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He Siming was the first to react. He quickly untied the strip of cloth tied to his leg and quickly came to Wenrot, rolling up her pants.

Sure enough, the bruises grazed the surface of the skin and bleeding.

The teacher who participated in the competition also hurriedly came over. He Siming said, “Sorry, Teacher, she’s injured. I need to take her to clean up her wounds first.”

“Therefore, our family temporarily leaves the competition, and we will leave the baby to you.”

The teacher nodded, and Wen Baobao understood what He Siming meant. He was so happy that he followed the teacher obediently.

He Siming crossed the armpit of Winduo with one hand, the other hand crossed the bend of his legs, and carried him out of the playground. He asked the school staff about the infirmary, then quickly brought him to the infirmary.

There were only two doctors in the infirmary but Wen Luo was not the only one injured.

A few children were also accidentally injured in the competition, so the doctor said they were in the back.

He Siming furrowed his eyebrows and said, “Doctor, let’s go. Give me the medicine and I’ll find a place to apply it to her.”

The doctor hesitated for a moment.

He Siming said, “I have professional medical training. You don’t have to worry that I won’t.”

Seeing that He Siming’s expression was not fake, the doctor nodded and agreed. He went to take the physiological salty, a bottle of painkillers spray, an ice bag, and took the medicine for blood circulation. He gave it to He Siming and told him to send him to seek treatment if anything was wrong.

He Siming took the medicine and carried Wen Luo to an empty classroom.

“Maybe it hurts. You have to hold back,” He Siming said softly.

Wen Luo nodded and said, “I can endure such pain.”

He Siming first cleaned her wound with his normal salt water, then sprayed the wound with a spray of pain, and then applied an ice bag to the purple area.

When He Siming applied the medicine to Wen Luo, he was very focused and serious. He was almost all eyes, afraid that he would take the wrong step.

Wen Luo looked at He Siming like this, feeling a little sweet.

He Siming gave her the blood vitality medicine and a bottle of water to Wen Luo, letting her drink it.

Afterwards, He Siming stayed here to accompany Wen Luo.

Wen Luo felt that it was a little boring for the two of them to not speak here, so he took the initiative to ask, “Mr. He, Wen Baobao is really amazing. His grades are so good, and his physical fitness is so good.”

“Who told him to be my son,” He Siming smiled and said.

Wen Luo didn’t think that He Siming was being arrogant, but she thought that He Siming was a very interesting person.

“By the way, Mr. He, Wen Baobao has always been so smart since he was a child, or did you intentionally train him?” Wen Luo asked. “I want to learn from you. When I have children in the future, I’ll teach him.”

He Siming’s eyes trembled and he said, “Wen Baobao was with her mother when he was young. I didn’t teach him too much. He was influenced by his mother a little.”

Wen Luo was silent when he saw He Siming mentioning his wife.

After a while, Wen Luo changed the topic and talked about economic and artistic matters with He Siming.

She didn’t talk to He Siming and Wenrot didn’t know that He Siming and she shared many hobbies and ideas.

This made Wen Luo feel that it was a coincidence that her memory had lost. She had only been in contact with art and literature for a short period of time. However, under such circumstances, she had quite a few hobbies with He Siming.

The two of them chatted happily and it was noon at imperceptibly.

If He Siming supported her, Wenrot would be able to walk.

Wen Baobao borrowed the mobile phone of Little orange’s parents and told He Siming that he was eating with Little orange in the afternoon. He Siming took Wen Luo to the restaurant outside for dinner.

He Siming ordered the dishes, then gave the menu to Wen Luo, who smiled and said, “What a coincidence, it’s all what I like to eat. I don’t have to order anymore.”

After the dishes were served, the two of them ate. Wen Luo thought about how He Siming had seriously drugged her before and was moved.

“Mr. He, do you like me?”

After saying that, she regretted it.

As a girl, how could she ask a man if he liked him?

But to her surprise, He Siming stopped his chopsticks, looked at her and nodded.

“I do like you.”