Gave birth to a reborn zombie cub (MTL)

Chapter 34

 I took Ning Ling back to the courtyard house. Although it was a kindergarten, the teacher also assigned some homework.

Ning Ling was doing her homework, so Ning Qiao went to the kitchen to cook. The three non-human beings and An Shiqing all gathered around the kitchen to watch her cooking, making her a little uncomfortable.

"I don't have any special cooking methods." She couldn't help but said.

An Shiqing stood at the door, "Ah, learn from you, and make it for my son in the future." What

he didn't say was that a woman in the kitchen was busy, such an ordinary scene, since it made him a little touched.

Zombies do not need to cook food to eat.

After he came back, the food was always arranged before he was on the table.

Ning Qiao turned his head and pushed him out of the kitchen.

"You can accompany your son to do his homework." Then the kitchen door was closed, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw three non-human beings stealing food.

Some were dumbfounded and drove them out.

Then I started what I had to do.

The old city has a low flow of people, surrounded by high-rise buildings, surrounded by feasting, feasting, and mundane. Only this area, at night, only faint street lights are on. It seems to be separated from the bustling city, but in it.

Because of the small number of people, it seems to be no different from the suburban villa they lived in before.

Except for a lot of people.

An Shiqing sat next to Ning Ling. Ning Ling had a homework book in his hand. The side of the book was bound with white thread, and Ning Ling's name was written on the front. It was written with a brush, very neat and handsome.

There are brushes and ink on the table, Ning Ling hasn't started writing for a long time.

I originally thought that the kindergarten's problems that one plus one is equal to a few, just do whatever you want, but I didn't expect to go to a strange kindergarten, and the homework is not the same. Today's Chinese homework is to write disciples rules silently.

Ning Ling's brain is good, the mental powers actually strengthened his brain to a great extent, and he can even cheat and copy other people's answers during exams.

Today, after learning the disciples rules, he wrote them down, and he will also write those words.

The problem is that he writes too ugly.

He just came back and started doing his homework. Just after he wrote a word, he realized that his writing was so ugly that he was not as good as a three-year-old.

If the assignment to be handed in tomorrow was such an assignment, he would not save his face, and he might even be laughed at by those three-year-old turnip heads.

This makes him very embarrassed.

So after holding the notebook for a long time without writing, it feels like I'm in a daze.

An Shiqing didn't speak, and Ning Ling answered with silence. After a while, he tentatively said, "Or dad make it for you."

Ning Qiao heard such a sentence when he came out after just cooking a dish.

She didn't say anything yet, Ning Ling glanced at Ning Qiao and slowly distanced herself from An Shiqing, moved her hands, and wrote a few more words in the notebook, trying to clarify the relationship with An Shiqing.

He was like that, as if he was saying: "Look! I didn't let him do my homework, and I am working hard now." An

Shi was flustered and couldn't help but glanced at Ning Ling several times, although Ning Ling is an alien like him, but his personality is not like anyone in their family!

Is it his biological son?

Ning Qiao was already laughing angrily. She moved her hand to her apron and wiped it, walked to An Shiqing's side, stretched out her hand and patted An Shiqing on the shoulder, "Talk." An

Shiqing got goose bumps and felt it. A breath of danger.

"Ms. Ning, what I just said is really wrong. I admit it. I was wrong. I should coach him to do it and supervise him to do it." The person who knows the current affairs is Junjie.

Ning Ling glanced at An Shiqing, her eyes a little complicated.

I didn't expect you to be such a man! No spine, admit it so quickly!

An Shiqing said it very sincerely, but it made Ning Qiao powerless, "I hope Mr. An can do what he said."

Let's do it.

Ning Qiao put down the dishes and went into the kitchen again.

"If you look like this, you can only be a strict wife in the future." Ning Ling said with some disdain, "According to the Sichuan-Chongqing area, that means raking ears!" An

Shiqing chuckled, "Thinking too much, I am Just correct it if you know your mistakes ."

"Cut."

Ning Ling didn't want to talk to him more, and continued to worry about his homework.

"Where can't you do it?" An Shiqing asked.

"Write disciples rules silently and write with a brush." ​​Ning Ling said.

"Why is this difficult?" An Shiqing admitted that he was well-educated, and Di Zi Gui had also memorized it before. He has a good memory, and he can find out a few sentences from the depths of his mind.

Ning Ling handed over the notebook and pen.

"Your mother won't let me do it for you." An Shiqing shook his head.

"I can do it myself, but the handwriting is too ugly, look at yours." An

Shiqing picked up the pen, a little timid, he was okay with the pen writing, and the brush writing was a bit awkward to be honest.

But I still wrote two sentences.

Ning Ling looked at it, but it was neat and tidy, but the handwriting was neat but lacking in style, the brush strength was soft and not vigorous, and it was not a good word at all, and it was better than him, not as good as Rong Jia.

During class today, Ning Ling saw Rong Jia's handwriting. Although she was still a little immature, she had vaguely developed her own style, and was full of unruly and unruly style.

People write better than his dad at the age of three.

So Ning Ling cast a look of contempt.

"You are a real cook, you can't play games, or write calligraphy." An

Shiqing was frustrated by his son's words. He has always been a child of someone else's family. He is good at learning good looks, exercising well, and playing musical instruments. Some, and most importantly, are very profitable.

But all these things, in his son's eyes, are not as good as playing games and doing homework.

"Just calling your mother to come, it's not much better than me." An Shiqing couldn't help but said.

Even if you lose to others, at least you can't lose to Ning Qiao!

Ning Qiao was also shot while cooking.

"That's true." Ning Ling unexpectedly agreed.

Of course he knew that the woman's calligraphy in the last life was actually pretty good, but she had never learned calligraphy, and at most she wrote it when the school requested it when she was in elementary school.

Otherwise, when the people in the laboratory asked her to sign, it wouldn't be so ugly.

Now that I think about it, I feel that the people in the laboratory have something to do with the power of cultivation that suddenly appeared in this world, otherwise, why would they also write with a brush?

When Ning Qiao sent Ning Ling to school today, he paid 30,000 yuan in tuition for a semester, because he thought that the kindergarten had a small number of people, and the dean said that he would pay the fee once, so he didn't need to pay any later.

The tuition is high and it makes sense. The things taught in this school are indeed very different from the outside, but the teacher just issued ten homework books.

Naturally, there are more homework.

Ning Ling thought for a while and took out another homework book and put it aside. Let's practice his handwriting with this destroyed book first.

When I think it's okay, I will write some, at least not too embarrassing.

Anyway, he is a beginner who just enrolled today, and he probably won't be laughed at too much if he writes ugly!

Ning Ling thought about it and began to practice hard.

An Shiqing couldn't find anything to say, so he could only take out his laptop and try to contact the company's business, but no one answered the video call in the past?

After a while, An Haoguo made a video call to him.

"! Yeah son when the waiter how well ah?"

"No shop, now more relaxed" An Shiqing talked about their own situation here, then asked:. "? Why Liu assistant does not answer my calls."

"You To do a job, you must do it honestly. Once the company's business is settled and left to me, I won't trouble you for a second, don't call them, just do yours." An Haoguo said.

When the phone was hung up, An Shiqing was still a little dazed.

So, he really can only be a waiter here?

An Shiqing tugged at the collar, rubbed his hair, and lay on the sofa, "If you come, you will settle for peace."

Then he turned on the TV.

The TV sound from the living room instantly attracted Ning Qiao in the kitchen. She pushed the door open a small slit, glanced outside, and was speechless.

She walked out a few steps, "Don't watch TV here, it will disturb the children's study." An

Shiqing reacted and turned off the TV.

"Alright, he is practicing calligraphy now." He explained two sentences.

Ning Qiao tilted his head to look at the homework written by Ning Ling. The words were crooked, and Ning Ling's little fleshy hands trembling while holding the pen down, and another strange little black tadpole appeared on the homework book.

Ning Qiao called Taotao and asked the other party to help cook a meal, then came back and took Ning Ling's hand and started teaching him to write.

"Baby, hold the pen like this." While speaking, he wrote a word.

Her calligraphy is very correct, a touch of what should be important, and what should be light. People will know at a glance that they have learned calligraphy, and probably the time to learn is not short.

Indeed, Ning Qiao has always been like having ADHD since she was a child. She loves to play and play. In order to sharpen her character, her mother holds an interest class for her. On weekends, she will be sent to a calligraphy class to learn calligraphy and cultivate her sentiment. On the surface, it is true. It was very useful. Ning Qiao was much quieter in terms of patience and character, and she was not as playful as before.

But the truth is that she still loves to play, but she prefers to play alone.

That's why I went to climb the mountain.

Ning Ling watched Ning Qiao's big hand wrap his little hand and wrote beautiful writing brushes, making her mind a little silly.

"Got it? Baby!" Ning Qiao was still talking to Ning Ling, "Wait for mom to go out later and buy some copybooks for you to come back to practice! Now the ugly characters are uglier, the baby is still small, normal, hurry up The homework is finished."

Ning Ling did not speak, and was no longer stubborn to practice writing first, but finished the homework first.

After finishing the homework, the food was also on the table, and the six people gathered around the table to make it and began to eat.

Ning Ling kept looking at Ning Qiao, and the more she looked, the more she felt that this person was so strange.

A strong panic surged in his heart, and even he didn't know what it was.

Is this man really his mother?

Was it the woman who always called him a "monster", looked at him with indifference, and finally sent him to the laboratory?

If not, who is she?

If not, what should he do? What expression should I use to face her? What kind of existence is she to him?

Countless questions came out of my mind.

An Shiqing noticed what was wrong with him, Ning Ling's mind was confused, but an emotion was particularly obvious.

That is fear.

This kind of fear can't tell where it originated, but it was so strong that it would involve him as a whole.

Ning Qiao, who has no abilities, doesn't know, but sensitively feels that his son doesn't seem to be happy. What is he afraid of?