Song Xingchen smiled reluctantly, she would find out what happened to An An.

He believes that An An will not hit people for no reason. Teacher Zhou said everything he should have said, and then took Song Xingchen to the office.

Before they could go inside, they heard the woman's shrill roar: "I tell you, this matter is not over, you see what he has done to my son?" How did your school recruit people, and this kind of violent maniac with mothers and no mothers would dare to put them in aristocratic kindergartens? ”

The voices of the teachers dissuaded sounded in the room, but to no avail, Teacher Zhou was worried: "That one is Mother Zheng, her temper is not very good." ”

Song Xingchen didn't say a word, pushed open the door and walked in, only to see two or three teachers in the room surrounding a luxuriously dressed woman in the middle to persuade him.

The lady was holding a little fat man of four or five years old in her arms, and there was a bloody mark on her chubby face. And Leng Yi'an stood behind the chair in the corner, his little face was bruised and swollen, and there were bloody nail marks, his pale little hands grabbed the back of the chair, and he looked at Zheng's mother spitting and flying, his eyes were full of stubbornness and coldness.

Until he saw Song Xingchen striding in, his stubbornness and strength immediately turned into grievances: "Mom." ”

As soon as Song Xingchen saw the aggrieved look on Leng Yi'an's face, his heart hurt.

"An An." She immediately stepped forward and hugged An An into her arms, and before she could exert much force, she heard the little guy gasp in a low voice, and his body trembled.

"What's wrong?" Song Xingchen's face changed, and he lightly touched Leng Yi'an's shoulder: "It hurts here?" ”

Leng Yi'an pursed his lips and glanced at Zheng Hao's direction, and said coldly: "He hit me with a chair, but I have already beaten back." ”

"Hey, you little bastard, you dare to talk nonsense." When Zheng's mother saw Song Xingchen enter the door, she was wearing simple clothes, and she didn't look like the wife of a rich family, maybe she was a civilian specially recruited by the school.

Realizing this, her arrogance suddenly became even more arrogant: "How did you teach your son? Teach him to beat his classmates and not repent, teach him to be a violent maniac at a young age, you see what he has done to my son, if something happens to my son, can you afford to pay for it? ”

As she spoke, she was going to pull Leng Yi'an's ears with her teeth and claws.

Song Xingchen quickly stopped: "Mrs. Zheng, please calm down." ”

She believed in An An and defended very firmly: "If this incident is wrong with us, we will apologize and be willing to compensate, but what happened has not been clarified, don't do it......"

Seeing that Song Xingchen didn't admit his mistakes, Zheng's mother dared to quibble, pointed at Song Xingchen and An An's noses and scolded: "What else do you know?" You poor and sour people, when you encounter something, you want to shirk responsibility and sophistry with a dead face, is it possible that you still want to open your eyes and talk nonsense, empty mouth and white teeth to slander my son? ”

As he spoke, the spit flew straight into Song Xingchen's face.

The teachers were all spicy, and Mrs. Zheng, who was quite unreasonable, had no choice but to stand aside and persuade with a face of embarrassment, but to no avail.

Leng Yi'an didn't like to see Song Xingchen being wronged, so he grabbed her hand and stood up, looking at Zheng's mother coldly: "Zheng Hao's mouth is not clean, and he is not beaten." ”

"You little king and eight calves, are you still energetic?" The Zheng family is a nouveau riche, and they think that if they are rich, they are uncles, and they can't wait to wear all the gold on their bodies when they go out, and they walk like a rich duck.

Mother Zheng scolded people even more domineeringly, and she was not soft-mouthed.

Seeing this stinky boy, he dared to talk back to him, and reached out to hit Leng Yi'an's face: "Today, I will teach you a good lesson for your parents, a rabbit cub." ”

"Let him go." Song Xingchen's face changed, and he protected Leng Yi'an behind him, and the momentum on his body suddenly became fierce: "Since Mrs. Zheng is unwilling to be reasonable, then let's talk about the facts." ”

It's okay for others to scold her, but it's not okay to scold An An. This woman deceived people too much, and she couldn't bear it for the sake of An'an.

Song Xingchen looked at Leng Yi'an's eyes and asked, "An An, you tell your mother why you are fighting with your classmates......

"Leng Yi'an hit me first." Zheng Hao didn't wait for Song Xingchen to finish speaking, he stuck his head out from behind Zheng's mother and said fiercely:

"Don't worry, baby, mom will definitely get justice for you." Zheng's mother didn't want to think about it and said: "My son is injured like this, you still want to blame him?" ”

She turned her head and pointed at Teacher Zhou's nose and scolded, "How does your school do things?" Just watching that stinky boy beat my son like this, and dare to find this woman to quibble with me, you don't want to be responsible, do you? ”

Teacher Zhou saw that the flames of war had burned on his body, and his little face wrinkled into a bitter melon: "Mother Zheng, listen to me......"

Song Xingchen didn't listen to the noise over there, squatted down and hugged Leng Yi'an, and whispered to reassure: "An'an, don't be afraid, mom knows that you are not that kind of violent child, tell me, why did you do it with your classmates?" ”

Leng Yi'an pursed his mouth, glanced at Zheng Hao, and refused to say awkwardly.

Song Xingchen patiently persuaded: "An An, mom is here to help you solve the problem, but if you really hit your classmates for no reason......

She glanced at Zheng's mother, who was still arguing with the teacher, meaningfully: "That is, you did something wrong, we have to accept punishment, and there is no position to blame others when you are beaten and scolded, I will go to apologize to others." ”

"No, it's not." As soon as Leng Yi'an heard that Song Xingchen was going to apologize, he immediately took her hand aggrieved and anxious, and said loudly: "Zheng Hao scolded me first, he scolded me for being a wild seed without a mother, I am not, I have a mother." ”

Moreover, his mother is also beautiful, gentle and nice to him.

Song Xingchen felt a pain in his heart, and subconsciously hugged Leng Yi'an tightly.

I see.

The little one has not had a mother since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many such grievances he has suffered at school.

She had never seen Leng Yi'an show such an angry and sad look like a wounded little beast, which made people's hearts clench.

Leng Yi'an was hugged by Song Xingchen, his eyes instantly turned red, he was angry and aggrieved: "So I was angry and did it, and he fought back, he hit me with a chair and hit his shoulder......"

Zheng Hao immediately said: "I didn't, Leng Yi'an lied." ”

When Zheng's mother heard this, she immediately hid Zheng Hao behind her, and glared at Leng Yi'an angrily: "Lying at a young age without blinking, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, I said how did you be a mother, how did you teach such a violent maniac to lie, and talk nonsense in front of so many people, your face is really thick enough, when our son is a bully, right?" ”

Zheng's mother was very proud, what she said was harsh, Leng Yi'an stopped doing it, and rushed forward to glare at her: "Don't talk about my mother." ”