The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old

Chapter 17:

In the blink of an eye, it was time for school, so Shen Zhou first took Shen Ran to the school bus to the kindergarten, and then launched his little pink electric donkey from a lottery.

Shen Zhou straddled it and threw two spare helmets at Ye Qinghe, "Come up."

Ye Qinghe was holding his helmet and was stunned for several seconds.

"Come on, I'm going to be late." Shen Zhou urged coldly.

Ye Qinghe reacted, "The three of us will go to school by sitting here?"

"Otherwise." Shen Zhou frowned, "I don't have a direct bus to the school here."

"…"

Although it looks cool that Shen Zhou usually rides, but if he really wants to sit, he doesn't seem to feel very safe...

Ye Qinghe frowned for a while, but he had no choice but to put on the helmet for Ye Ya and sit up with her in his arms.

That helmet was Shen Ran, Ye Ya was wearing a bit too big, the hat fell down directly blocking her vision, she sat in the middle, Ye Qinghe hugged her at the back, and Shen Zhou in front just blocked her from the incoming wind, warm and warm. Safety.

The three sat down, Shen Zhou turned the handlebars, and the little electric donkey, like a pink lightning bolt, slid away from the alley.

Ye Ya leaned in Ye Qinghe's arms obediently, her little hands tightly pulling Shen Zhou's sleeves, in the darkness, she heard a whining sound behind her, Ye Ya's ears moved, and she said loudly: "Brother, there is something behind!"

Her voice was obscured by the wind, but Ye Qinghe could still hear it clearly.

Yu Guang glanced back, Ye Qinghe's figure froze.

"Shen Zhou, classmate. Police... Police!" He was so nervous that he stuttered and pushed Shen Zhou's shoulder in a panic, "The police are behind!"

Behind him, the traffic police car followed closely, and even put a siren to attract their attention.

Shen Zhou was not afraid of danger and rode faster.

"The person in front of you, stop!"

"Stop the cyclist in front!"

The traffic police used their horns to urge.

There's a red light ahead, so I can't run.

Shen Zhou hurriedly braked and had to slow down.

The traffic police came over.

"Get out of the car." He glanced at Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe in the car, and saw a little baby sitting in the middle, his face sank instantly, "Push the car over."

Ye Qinghe first came down with Ye Ya, and followed the traffic police to the side of the road.

With a helmet still on Ye Ya's face, she stumbled and stumbled like a big-headed baby.

The traffic police couldn't stand it any longer, so they bent down and took off the helmet for Ye Ya. Her face was exposed, which made the traffic police look shocked.

She was very good looking.

Her hair was curly and slightly yellow, her bangs were messed up on her forehead, her eyelashes were black and long, like two small fans, her eyes were covered with black and sparkling, her skin was fair, her lips were pink, and she looked like a doll. Ye Ya kept staring at him and the camera behind him, her expression full of curiosity.

"Brother, he shot me." Ye Ya pointed to the uncle who was holding the magic camera behind him, with a cute childish voice.

Only then did Ye Qinghe notice that someone was filming behind him. He was stunned and asked honestly, "Are you guys doing a show?"

The traffic policeman glanced at Yeya, and his tone softened, "We are from "Dragon City Traffic", and we specialize in catching you drivers who violate traffic laws."

In order to standardize traffic awareness and tell citizens the dangers of not obeying traffic laws, the TV station and the traffic police team specially created this program. The program is broadcast every day for only ten minutes each time. There are also overloaded and speeding motorists.

It has been two years since the program was established, and they have seen all kinds of wonderful things, but this is the first time I have seen two children take a child to school on an electric bike.

The traffic policeman bent down and looked at Ye Ya with a mild tone: "Tell uncle how old you are."

Ye Ya was a little afraid of the camera behind her, so she could not help but hide behind Ye Qinghe, leaving them with a proud back of her head, and answered in a shallow and serious voice, "It's a hundred years old."

Traffic police: "…"

Photographer: "Pfft."

Ye Qinghe hurriedly picked up Ye Ya, very embarrassed: "She is a little over three years old." After answering the question, Ye Qinghe said again, "Uncle, we are going to be late for school, can you let us go?"

"Let's go?" The traffic policeman was delighted, "Ride that car again?"

Ye Qinghe did not speak.

He called Shen Zhou again and asked sharply, "How old are you."

Shen Zhou was expressionless: "16 years old."

Ye Ya lay on Ye Qinghe's shoulder, shook her head, and sold Shen Zhou in one go, "Brother Shen Zhou is 12 years old."

Shen Zhou took a breath and couldn't help pinching Ye Ya's face as punishment.

Ye Ya educated seriously: "Brother can't lie."

The traffic policeman laughed mercilessly, "According to the traffic law, you can drive an electric car only when you are 16 years old, not to mention that you are overloaded. Let me ask you, why do you ride an electric car."

It is not surprising that this question is asked.

Shen Zhou was stunned and replied, "Because I have a car."

Traffic police: "…"

Photographer: "Pfft."

The traffic police exchanged words: "I mean, why do you want to ride a bicycle and carry people."

Shen Zhou was stunned again: "Because I have a car with people."

The photographer in the back laughed until the camera shook.

"Stop laughing!" The traffic police glared at the camera and raised their hands to greet the three, "The car is impounded, you and I will come to the brigade."

Ye Qinghe was reluctant to go, "Uncle traffic police, we have to go to school."

"School is late, get in the car first." The traffic police opened the car door with a very strong attitude.

Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe looked at each other.

Arriving at the traffic police team, the traffic police in charge of them severely criticized Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe. The two did not return their mouths, and sat in front of the traffic police and taught them a lesson. During this period, Ye Ya was coaxed by the young lady from the traffic police team. She had snacks and toys, and the orange cat kept in the team played with her.

After some education, the traffic police took out their mobile phones and prepared to make a call: "Tell your parents to call."

The expressions of the two of them changed instantly.

"Speak quickly."

Shen Zhou clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "I don't have parents, and my parents died long ago."

The traffic policeman shook his wrist and looked up.

Ye Ya, who was playing on the side, slowly turned her head, and she saw the black sparrow on Shen Zhou's shoulder protecting Shen Zhou's eyes with wings. This was because the guardian spirit sensed the host's sadness and comforted it in its own way.

Her eyelashes fluttered, she put down her toy, walked over and threw herself into Shen Zhou's arms.

"Uncle, are you going to take Brother Shen Zhou away?" She looked at the traffic police with anxiety in her eyes.

Afraid of scaring the child, the traffic police hurriedly said, "Uncle won't arrest your brother, don't worry."

Ye Ya pursed her lips, tears welling in her eyes, "Uncle, if you want to arrest me, just arrest me. Brother Shen Zhou has to support his younger brother, so you can't arrest him." After speaking, she stuck her head in Shen Zhou's arms.

Shen Zhou, who was originally sad, felt warm after hearing these words. He hugged Ye Ya and lightly touched her head.

The traffic policeman scratched his hair in distress and looked at Ye Qinghe: "What about you, can you let your mother come over?"

"It may be... a little embarrassing."

Traffic police: "?"

Ye Qinghe scratched his face: "My mother died a long time ago."

Traffic police: "..." What kind of human tragedy are these two children! !

"Where's your dad?" This time, he asked very cautiously.

Ye Qinghe sighed deeply.

He didn't want his father to come over at all, but if he didn't come, the traffic police might not let them go.

"I'll call myself." Ye Qinghe slowly took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, and reluctantly called Ye Linchuan's personal phone.

The phone beeped a few times, and Ye Linchuan's deep voice came.

"Where did you go?" the man asked as soon as he opened his mouth.