And at this time in the classroom, the noisy is holding a pen to write homework, his sitting posture is very upright, unlike other children, writing for a while, will lie on the table, the quality education in the school is very in place, however, just in front of the person and behind the person, there is still a big difference, but in the trouble, no matter where he is, it is like this.

"Gong Jiu, is your father here?"

A little boy ran over and lay down at the noisy table.

He didn't even raise his eyes, and continued to write his homework, of course, without answering the little boy's questions.

"Gong Jiu?" The little boy blinked, what's the matter, was his voice quiet just now?

Didn't you hear it? When he wanted to say it again, a little fat man next to him laughed.

"Xu Zimeng, if you ask him what he is doing, he only has his mother, not his father, I heard my mother say that his mother only has one eye."

And when the little fat man was about to say something, suddenly, a book flew over and smashed directly on the little fat man.

It was also the little fat man who was scared to pee his pants.

Standing up, he walked up to the little fat man, and looked at him condescendingly, he was a head taller than the children in the class, and his mind has always been mature, so for these children, it is a natural suppression.

"If you're talking about my mom like that, I'm going to beat you to death."

As he spoke, he picked up his book from the ground.

He sat down on his seat again and continued to write his homework.

"What is the murder?" The frightened little fat man was also muttering.

"He just doesn't have a father, otherwise, why did his father never pick him up?"

The other children are gone, probably frightened by the sudden smashing of books.

He doesn't have friends here, and he doesn't need friends, he just needs a mother.

He clenched the pen, lowered his head again, and wrote his homework, but no matter how insistent he was, no matter how old he was, he was also a child, he was a child without a father, and his father was gone.

He wrote stroke by stroke, at this time, there was only one him in the whole classroom, and the other children were waiting for their parents outside.

When he finished his homework, he put his bag back on his desk and walked out.

"Hey, this kid is really tall?"

Some parents have noticed the commotion.

After all, this is a primary school student, how can he grow so tall, he may be about half a head taller than ordinary children.

How tall does this parent have to be for him to grow so tall.

"He doesn't have a father."

The little fat man just now held his father's hand, and he was also arrogant.

In this way, the child's father also smiled awkwardly, but he couldn't help but glance at the child, and saw that the child was standing aside, and the school uniform on his body was also worn meticulously, and he looked at the one next to him, the school uniform was dirty, and compared with the child, it made her want to lose.

The little fat man shook his father's hand again.

"Gong Jiu, this is my father."

"Hello uncle."

He politely greeted the adults, and then he stood there waiting for his mother. 168

Mom said that no matter what others do, it is someone else, and if someone else does something wrong, he can't learn from others.

She said that children should be polite.

And his sentence of good uncle made the child's father a little inexplicably weak-hearted.

"He doesn't have a father."

The little fat man didn't know what was going on now, so he had to say such a sentence if he had nothing to do, and the people standing around heard it.

And then they all went to make trouble.

sucking his little nose and tightening his little hands, but he is stubborn and doesn't shed a single tear.

At that moment, a hand was placed on top of his little head.

He raised his little face and saw Mu Tianen, and then his tears were also rolling in his eyes.

What happened here just now, Mu Tianen saw and heard it, having a healthy family is extremely important for a child's health.

In fact, she could know from Ling Yuan that the first time she met Ling Yuan, why did Ling Yuan cry, at that time he was also as big as making trouble, and he appeared in one place out of place, and then even if he was an adult now, he still didn't like to stay in the Ling family.

Because watching those family members have fun is a kind of harm to him, and if he doesn't want to hurt, he stays away, and if he doesn't want to hurt, he gives up.

So he rarely returns to South City.

She also rarely goes back to that home.

Mu Tianen touched his son's head again, even if no one scolded him, but with such a sentence, if you don't have a father, you have already hurt this child's heart.

At this time, another person came over, also squatting in front of the trouble, he was too tall, and only in this way could he look at the child level, and also let the child not break his little neck.

"Boys can't cry."

Ling Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the noisy little shoulder, "Stand up straight." ”

The noisy couldn't help but stand up straight, and stared at Ling Yuan in front of him curiously.

"Daddy......"

Suddenly, he shouted.

This sentence made Mu Tianen stunned directly, shouldn't he be called grandpa?

Of course, Ling Yuan was the same, but he didn't know, how could this kid call him Dad?

Mu Tianen also remembered that in fact, Ling Yuan looked very similar to the noisy father in the photo, with the same thick eyebrows and big eyes, and also resolute facial features.

I often look at my father's photo when I make trouble, so it is possible to recognize Ling Yuan wrong at first sight.

Ling Yuan rubbed his little head again, then stood up, and also held his little hand.

He doesn't have any children himself, the one born by Ling Ze is a frail one, since he was a child, he has been treated as glass by the Mu family, and he is not allowed to touch or move, so he rarely touches the child, but no matter who the child's parents are, they are the children of their Ling family, and they are also the only bloodline of the Ling family.

Naturally, he likes it too.

It's just that he can't touch the child, and the child seems to be a little afraid of him, so there is really no such a young child who is willing to be close to him, but such a small hand makes his heart stiff, and he can't help but soften a little.

And the little fat man directly shrunk his little body, as if he had done something wrong, and in the eyes of other parents, they couldn't help but feel a little more blame.

How does this parent teach his children, can he speak, how can he curse the father of other people's children to die, the father of other people's children is obviously alive and well, you have a left sentence, he has no father, and he has no father in the right sentence.