"Click -" The door of the orphanage was opened, and 6-year-old Song Munian put down the snacks in his hands and ran over with his short legs.
At a glance, he saw the little boy standing behind Dean Gao. The little boy had peach blossom eyes, a white face, and red lips. He was as delicate as a porcelain doll. He was clutching the corners of his clothes in embarrassment.
Dean Gao smiled and said: "Nian Nian is good, this cute little boy is called Su Tingci. Do you remember?"
Song Nian nodded blankly, but actually didn't listen to a word. But he kept staring at Su Tingci and said, "Auntie, he is so pretty, can I marry him?"
Dean Gao: "..."
Su Tingci blushed when she heard this: "No... No, I'm a boy."
Song Munian muttered: "A boy?" He lowered his head as if he had encountered some world problem, and then he looked up and said, as if he had made some kind of determination, "As long as it's you, it doesn't matter."
Su Tingci's face suddenly turned red again. Dean Gao: "..."
Purpose: Cherish youth time