Chapter 1: Beautiful day begins

. Jingle Bell's alarm clock sounded, followed, as if all alarm clocks had a tacit understanding, followed by Ding Ding Dongdong's ringing and noisy. Reluctantly held out a small white tender hand in the quilt, grabbed the latest alarm clock, and then smashed at the others.
When I heard it, it was very good. A strike, all the alarm clocks fell to the ground tacitly. The little guy in the quilt was obviously able to play professional bowling. However, unfortunately, her purpose was not achieved, and the alarm clocks still agreed. Persistently ringing.
There was a sigh of sigh from the duvet, the pretty little boy turned over and sat up, his golden brown hair cluttered on his head in a mess, his eyes were dimly open, and his face was still pink Hypoxic flushing sleeping under the quilt, and the underwear was pulled diagonally and hung diagonally on the shoulders, showing smooth shoulders and a full snooze-like look, which was very, very cute, this is simply A big killer, a loli that is enough to upset any strange monster.
Little Loli rubbed her eyes, gave a big yawn, and stretched an amazingly lethargic, grunting unpleasantly: "Don't! Damn alarm clock, let people sleep for a little longer!"
It is estimated that the strangers heard that it would definitely be shards of glasses on the ground. How could such a cute little girl get dirty? !!
At this time, a soft knock sounded, and a middle-aged white woman stuck her head in through the open door, and said with a smile: "Dear little one, good morning, it's time to get up."
"I see, Jennifer, I'll come." The little girl converged that unpleasant look, and vomited her tongue very cutely, then stopped the alarm clock on the ground as she got out of bed.
"Okay, how about ten minutes? My wife is waiting for you." The white woman smiled and closed the door again.
Following Little Loli, she sat on the bed with a kind of talented person, and murmured, "Oh my God, I'll have a few more years of this disciplined life, it's a miserable world!"
But within a second, she immediately cheered up again: "But it's okay, compared to something that will carry a lifetime, at least there is hope."
With a grunt like this, the little girl went into the bathroom of the private bedroom and looked at the large mirror. She smiled very cutely, then pulled down her face and said helplessly but viciously, "Good morning, Miss Mason!"
Then she came to the toilet, opened the lid, reached for the trousers, grabbed two of them and realized suddenly: "Damn, I forgot it again." Then she turned and sat on the top, depressed: "Sure enough, only 11 years of inertia in 30 years cannot be offset."
Although she kept mumbling in her mouth, she didn't have any idle hands. After brushing her teeth and washing her face quickly, she hurried out and sat on the dresser to start taking care of herself. In the hands of non-stop dancing, the little guy quickly combed her disheveled hair. Neat, plus a chic butterfly-shaped hair clip, it is even more cute.
Follow her to pick out a few clothes in the closet. The pale green short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans are very common. But when you put it on, you immediately feel a different kind. The short-sleeved t-shirt is better. Her white and tender skin, and jeans with running shoes added a little playfulness to her cuteness.
"Of course the brand of clothes is important, but it must have taste and personality, but not too personality. Leading by half a step will be sought after, leading one step will be despised." The little girl murmured looking at herself in the dressing mirror. , Followed by a tragic vomiting expression: "God, should I jump from upstairs, maybe my next mother will no longer be a descendant of aristocracy of British origin!"
"Kriss!" The door suddenly opened, and a little girl with a slender figure and a very peaceful appearance appeared in front of her eyes. She had curly brown hair and pale blue eyes smiling. Looking at the little girl, although the clothes on her body are also very simple, but her temperament is perfectly set off, especially the decent coat, which makes her look noble and plain.
The sad and vomiting expression instantly turned into a smile, so fast, I was afraid that the Sichuan opera changed its face, but the little guy was very ladylike and said with a little embarrassment, "Sorry, Mommy, it's a little late."
"Let's go together, you're going to be late again." Mom beckoned, and the little girl immediately obediently held her mother's hand and followed downstairs.
The bright sunlight spilled into the living room, and the elegant decoration around it made this wide room look brighter. The little girl's mother looked at the dining table. A 35-year-old man in a white striped pajamas was helpless and sighed helplessly. , Man sitting at the dining table, like most Americans, while reading the newspaper while stirring coffee. Light brown hair, clear outlines of features, deep eyes and high nose, very handsome, especially the pair of eyes, as dark as the bottom of the lake, make people fascinated at first glance.
"Dear, I think you should get dressed and have breakfast." Mom said as she led the little girl down the stairs.
"Well, Mary, dear, this is in Los Angeles, but not in London or Bristol." The man put down the newspaper in his hand and said rather helplessly.
"But you have to set an example for your child, otherwise Angela should use you as a shield again." The little girl's mother shrugged.
"Really?" The man frowned deliberately, turning his head to the little girl and said, "Little girl, do you take me as a shield?"
"Actually, Mr. Jared Mason, I'm using you to stop the spear." Angela said earnestly.
"Look, Mary, Chris doesn't take me as a shield." The man also spread his hands seriously.
"I see, you two, have breakfast." Irene reluctantly gave her husband and daughter a glance, and sat down at the table.
Breakfast is very rich, um ... It is indeed very rich according to Americans' views, oatmeal, eggs, green salad, French toast and pancakes, but for Angela, although it has been eating for almost 10 years, the taste is not suitable She's used to it, but she still misses the churros, soy milk and pancake fruit.
The little girl chewed slowly and ate her breakfast. She didn't talk much and was very ladylike. Of course, she could not wait for two or three times to eat it up and then go to school. But if she dare to do so, immediately Her majestic eyes will be welcomed, and only her father Jared can ignore them under the kind of eyes that can pierce a person's body.
"Mom, I'm done, can I go to school?" Angela obediently wiped the corners of her mouth with a paper towel, and stared at her mother with bright eyes. The emerald eyes were like two gems.
"Of course baby, be careful on the way." The mother nodded and touched her face lightly. Similarly, Jared also struck her face: "Dear, do you want me to send you?"
"Thank you, Dad, but don't need it." Although she knew the man in front of her was her father, and she had been together for more than ten years, she still couldn't help getting goosebumps.
Angela took the small schoolbag that Jennifer had passed, walked to the door two or three steps after carrying her back, turned around and waved to her parents at the dining table, opened the door and ran away, hurriedly running through the garden After exiting the gate, running all the way to the street and looking back to make sure that the sight thrown from home would not reach here, finally jumped up and cheered, and then quickly continued to fly forward.
She ran to the street in a hurry, and then stopped. The corner of Emmentrant Street was the junction of the rich and middle areas of Los Angeles, and it was also the place where she took the school bus. St. John's Primary School attended by Angela is a public primary school. In fact, children from rich people like her should basically go to private elementary schools.
But the problem is that most of the private elementary schools are girls' schools, and many of them have something to do with the church. Although they don't have the overwhelming problems and endless homework as in previous life, there are a lot of rules to follow, especially when After Angela heard many stories about the demons in the church, she was unwilling to go freely in her last life. Moreover, from childhood to age, she has been tortured by the various etiquette and other trainings of her demonic mother. Miserable, is it still tortured after entering school? Especially the school that mom chose.
Although she didn't dare to resist the demon mother, Angela, the second generation, cleverly attracted her father Jared, but she did a little too much. You can imagine a little girl just 6 years old in front of you. Talk about life and ideals? But her luck was still very good. Jared just happened to be a little tired at the company that day-playing golf turned his waist, and his father seemed to be very cold to the aristocratic private school, so he was confused. Under the circumstances, she supported her daughter's decision, followed by Ailin and settled Ailin, so that the little girl was willing to go to a public school.
At this point, the ginger-colored school bus appeared on the street, and Angela quickly waved her hand, meanwhile, Meimei stretched her waist and laughed in his heart: a beautiful day began again! 2k novel reading network