Leng Yi'an grimaced at the backs of the two, hugging Song Xingchen's legs: "Who is afraid of you?" ”

He now has his mother's protection, so he doesn't have to be afraid of anything.

"Mother An'an, isn't this good?" The teacher took a step forward worriedly: "The Zheng family is not only rich, but also has connections at the top, and those who offend them will not end well." ”

"Is it so powerful?" Song Xingchen thought about Leng Haochen's status in City A, and couldn't think of a few more powerful men than him.

The Zheng family even found no such person in the upper class, how powerful can it be?

Unless......

Song Xingchen rubbed Leng Yi'an's little head and said with a smile: "Teacher, thank you for the reminder, I am mentally prepared." ”

It turned out that no one here knew An An's identity.

The prince of the Leng family, who can easily move?

The teacher looked at Song Xingchen's relaxed expression, thinking that she hadn't figured out the seriousness of the matter, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

Song Xingchen said apologetically: "I've caused trouble to the school this time, no matter what the consequences are, we will bear it with all our might, I'll take An An away first." ”

Then, she took Leng Yi'an out of school and took a taxi home.

On the way back, Song Xingchen touched the little guy's face distressedly: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Leng Yi'an glanced at Song Xingchen cautiously, and begged in a low voice: "Mom, can you, don't tell Dad about the things in school?" ”

Song Xingchen was stunned for a moment: "En? ”

"Otherwise, Dad will be angry again." Leng Yi'an sniffed, obviously a little scared.

Song Xingchen hesitated: "This matter can't be hidden from your father......"

The Zheng family's posture obviously won't give up, and she can't hide it.

However, Leng Yi'an bit his mouth and said aggrievedly: "Then if I don't go home, my father will definitely be angry and send me to my grandfather, it was like this before, I don't want to be separated from my mother." ”

"I used to ......" Song Xingchen suddenly felt distressed: "Are you often bullied at school?" ”

Leng Yi'an snorted and glanced at her awkwardly: "Who made me a child without a mother, when you didn't come back, I really wanted to throw you into the sea to feed the fish." ”

Song Xingchen: "......"

Leng Yi'an added: "But after seeing my mother, I couldn't bear it." ”

When Song Xingchen heard this, he immediately felt distressed.

"Mom, can you keep it a secret for me?" Leng Yi'an asked again.

"Okay......" Song Xingchen finally compromised: "I'll help you keep it secret, but you also have to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, if you can't guarantee your own safety, you must not be impulsive." ”

She didn't want to see An An hurt again.

Leng Yi'an squeezed his little hand and hummed in a low voice: "Got it." ”

Song Xingchen smiled, thinking that the little guy didn't know how much bullying he had been subjected to at school, his mood was inexplicably very heavy.

After the two returned home, they were a little sneaky because they were thieves.

Thankfully, there aren't many people in the living room now, and most of them are busy in the kitchen and garden.

Song Xingchen squeezed Leng Yi'an's little hand: "Go upstairs, I'll get you a medicine box." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the housekeeper Uncle Wang came in from outside the door and was stunned when he saw them: "Madam, little young master, why did you come back so early?" ”

Leng Yi'an was taken aback, and ran upstairs without looking back, not even having time to say hello, for fear that Uncle Wang would find out the injury on his face.

Uncle Wang sensed that something was wrong: "Madam, what's wrong with the little young master?" ”

Song Xingchen hurriedly blocked Uncle Wang's sight, and said embarrassedly: "An An had an awkward quarrel with me in the morning, and I went to pick him up from school, but I didn't coax him." ”

After hearing this, Uncle Wang smiled distressedly: "The little master doesn't have a mother, and he really likes his wife, so he will play a little temper and work hard for his wife." ”

Song Xingchen's heart was sour, and he lowered his head and said, "I know, I'll go and coax him, if it's okay, don't let people disturb us." ”

Uncle Wang said understandingly: "Don't worry, I will tell everyone." ”

After that, he said bitterly about Leng Yi'an's loneliness, not wanting Song Xingchen to think that the little young master was a willful little devil.

Then he told Song Xingchen about Leng Yi'an's preferences, and sincerely hoped that Song Xingchen could coax Leng Yi'an.

Song Xingchen knew that Uncle Wang was sincerely helping her, but it made her feel a little guilty and uneasy, and after saying a few words, she ran away in a hurry.

There was also a medicine box in the room on the second floor, Song Xingchen took advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention, and hurriedly entered Leng Yi'an's room with the medicine, only to see the little guy covering his head with a quilt, and said vigilantly: "Who?" ”

Song Xingchen wanted to laugh, and stepped forward to pull the quilt: "Be careful not to suffocate, don't worry, no one will disturb us." ”

While speaking, she took out iodine wine and cotton swabs, and said softly: "Mom treats your wounds and endures some pain." ”

"I'm a man, a big husband, so I'm not afraid of pain." Leng Yi'an shrank obviously, but he still said strongly: "I'm not even afraid of surgery." ”

Song Xingchen thought that Leng Yi'an's health was not good, so he was silent for a while, and his eyes were a little sour: "Well, my mother knows, An An is the best." ”

Leng Yi'an is only so young, but he is already a frequent visitor to the hospital, and his illness is like a boulder pressing on Song Xingchen's body, which makes her feel very heavy every time she thinks about it.

After dealing with the small wound on his face, Song Xingchen pulled down the little guy's clothes.

Leng Yi'an was still a little shy, covered his shoulders and said, "It's just a bump here, it's okay." ”

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, his little face wrinkled in pain, and just now he accidentally pressed on the wound on his shoulder.

Song Xingchen hurriedly pulled down his hand, and saw that Leng Yi'an's shoulder was already swollen, and a bruise was very obvious, and he was immediately distressed and angry: "Why is it so badly injured?" ”

I knew that I shouldn't have let people go so easily.

Leng Yi'an saw that she was distressed, a happy look appeared on her little face, and comforted: "Mom, I didn't suffer a loss, my mother is so powerful, I won't be afraid of him." ”

Song Xingchen sighed, and couldn't bear to blame him anymore, silently helped him reduce swelling and stasis, and wanted to take him to the hospital for a checkup, but was refused.

Leng Yi'an enjoyed the feeling of being cared for by Song Xingchen, and preferred the two to be alone.

Because they were afraid that others would find out about the wounds on their faces, after taking the medicine, the mother and son hid back in the room and did not come out.

Song Xingchen listened to An An talk about school, teachers and classmates, and Song Xingchen told him stories, as warm as the most ordinary mother and son.

The two didn't come out all afternoon, but when they arrived at the meal, Uncle Wang saw that the two of them didn't go down to eat, so he came up and knocked on the door worriedly: "Madam, little master, it's time for dinner." ”

Leng Yi'an immediately hid in the quilt, put his head on Song Xingchen's shoulder, looked at the closed door panel and said, "Is Dad back?" ”