It's just distressing.

The distressed person who wanted to hurt her son was pulled over, slapped a few times, and couldn't relieve the hatred even if she vomited blood.

"We really can't help it," Lin Yajing looked helpless: "Yi Xinling's grandmother said that if their children get into trouble at school in the future, don't worry about us, let us give her address to you parents who were bullied by her niece, and let them go to her by themselves, and she will apologize to you personally." ”

Lin Yajing said as she handed Ye Xingbei a delicate business card, "Mother Yiyang, this is the address of Yi Xinling's house, if you are really angry, you can go to them, but ......"

She wanted to speak and stopped, hesitated for a while before saying, "I heard that the leader of our Jiangcheng is the proud protégé of Yi Xinling's grandfather, you ...... Alas......"

She said half of her words, didn't say any more, lowered her head and touched the little guy's head, "Ye Yiyang, Yi Xinling is disobedient, let's stay away from Yi Xinling in the future, okay?" ”

The little one nodded obediently.

Lin Yajing smiled at him, looked up at Ye Xingbei, and said enviously: "Yiyang's mother, you are so happy, Ye Yiyang's child is very smart, he is a little genius, you look like you are twenty years old at most, your son is so old, if you don't say it, I thought you were Ye Yiyang's sister." ”

Ye Xingbei reluctantly pulled the corners of his lips at her perfunctorily, and was in no mood to greet her.

Lin Yajing also saw her impatience, and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry, Yiyang's mother, that child's family, even our principal can't afford to mess with us, we can only turn a blind eye, it's not that no parents have gone to their house to look for it before, and their family is also a kind apology, and it should be compensated, but Yi Xinling has been taught repeatedly, she is only an eleven-year-old child, and no one can do anything about her." ”

"Eleven?" Ye Xingbei frowned: "Third grade, shouldn't you be nine years old?" ”

"Not all of them are nine years old, some go to school early, some go to school late, Yi Xinling was not in good health when she was a child, she went to school late, and she only went to the first grade at the age of nine," Lin Yajing looked at Ling Yue who was standing beside Ye Yiyang, and a little pity flashed in her eyes: "Ling Yue went to school early, the first grade at the age of six, and he is eight years old this year." ”

Ye Xingbei followed her gaze.

Ling Yue saw Ye Xingbei looking at him, a little cramped, his body was tense, and he looked at Ye Xingbei and said hello: "Hello, Auntie." ”

"Good," Ye Xingbei put away the anger and anxiety in his heart, and said with a pleasant face: "Thank you for helping Xiaoshu." ”

"You're welcome," Ling Yue's delicate face tightened, and he said politely: "Xiaoshu is my tablemate, I like him, we should help each other." ”

"Yes!" The little guy grabbed Ling Yue's hand and looked proud: "Mom, Brother Xiao Yue is my best friend, Brother Xiao Yue will help me, I will also help Brother Xiao Yue in the future, we are brothers in life and death!" ”

Life and death brothers?

The corners of Ye Xingbei's mouth twitched.

I wonder if Gu Qingrun can cure her son's problem of using words indiscriminately?

She could see that her son liked Ling Yue very much and was proud to have Ling Yue as a friend.

In country Z, her son has always lived in a simple house, with no children of the same age around him, and he has not gone to kindergarten.

Her son never had a friend.

In the past, she always thought that she took good care of her son.

After coming to Jiangcheng, she found that in the past, she did take good care of her son's life, but she ignored her son's spiritual world.