You Are My Rare Passion

She rushed over in three steps and two steps, her voice trembling, "Little tree..."

Gu Junzhu was one step faster than her, fell in front of the little guy in a few steps, knelt down in front of the little guy, held the little guy's back with one hand, and touched the little guy's injured face with the other hand "Honey, who did this?"

His icy voice was like a knife's edge, and it hurt people's flesh to scrape, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle.

Just now, the little guy with a happy face because he saw his parents came to pick him up, heard Gu Junzhu's question, and immediately pursed his mouth aggrieved, "Dad, Xiaoshu won the first place in the exam, and Yi Xinling took the first place in the exam." I got the bottom one, and the teacher criticized her, saying that she was eleven years old, and she was not as good as a five-year-old child. After class, she deliberately knocked my book on the ground.

I asked her to pick it up, but she refused to pick it up, and pushed me, and I pushed her too, and she hit me and scratched my face! "

The little guy turned his face to look at the little boy who was a head taller beside him, "She rode on me and hit me. Fortunately, Brother Xiaoyue saved me and pulled her away. She also hit Brother Xiaoyue!"

Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei followed his gaze and saw that the little boy also had a few scratches on his face.

"How could this be?" Ye Xingbei's voice trembled, "Where's your teacher? Does your teacher care?"

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

The head teacher of the little guy, bit the bullet, walked towards them with an embarrassed face, stopped beside the little sapling, looked at Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei and asked, "Excuse me, are you Ye Yiyang's family?"

"Yes," Ye Xingbei nodded, "I'm Ye Yiyang's mother. My surname is Ye. What's my teacher's name?"

Lin Yajing said, "My surname is Lin."

"Ms. Lin," Ye Xingbei managed to suppress the anger in his heart, looked at Lin Yajing and asked, "What's going on? Our child is injured, why didn't you call us?"

Lin Yajing apologized with a guilty smile: "Mother Yiyang, you don't know. The student who injured your son is a well-known problem student in our school. Her father is a supervisor, and her grandfather is also rich and powerful. That child was punished. Spoiled, she would fight with her classmates every now and then. Every time she got into trouble, the school would contact her parents, and either the assistant or the housekeeper would pick her up. After those people came, they would say good things, but if the child didn’t change, we would no way."

"What's this called?" Ye Xingbei's face turned pale, "Her family is powerful and powerful, and she is determined not to change it. Does our child deserve to be bullied by her? My son is still young, and I am not willing to touch it myself. With one finger, I sent you to school for a few days, and you marked me like this..."

The more Ye Xingbei talked, the more angry and distressed he became, tears welled up in his eyes.

In country Z, a gentle and beautiful elder sister lived near her home.

The eldest sister has a son who is five years older than Xiaoshu.

Once, the eldest sister's son was in a taekwondo class, and his calf was bitten by a child in the taekwondo gym.

The eldest sister, who has always been gentle, kind, and magnanimous, called her son's taekwondo teacher and shed tears while questioning her.

At that time, she couldn't understand that feeling.

It's just that two teeth marks were bitten, and the eldest sister cried very sadly.

But now, her son was scratched in the face, and she suddenly understood that big sister's feelings.