Wen Jianmin looked at the child under the light, a little annoyed, put down his mobile phone, and got up and left the office in disappointment.

When Winmer stepped off the stage, several of his classmates rushed up, rubbing his hair and touching his trophy, all congratulating him.

Wen Mo's smile was a little shy, and the whole person was a little confused, Wen Qiao stepped forward, thanked those classmates for him, and then said, "Lai Huayuan, sister invites you to dinner, celebrate for our Xiao Mo." ”

The students rejoiced, and a group of people hugged Wen Mo and walked out.

Wen Chi dragged 2580,000 yuan, walking in a tiger's style, as if he had won the grand prize, and he was even more proud than Wen Mo.

As soon as I left the cultural center, I saw a large group of reporters suddenly rushing up at the door, all with cameras in their hands, flashes one after another, and the microphones poked in front of Wen Mo's face.

Those reporters were like hungry wolves that saw their prey appear, and their eyes sparkled.

"Hello, you're the junior Olympiad champion Wimmer, aren't you?"

"I heard you're autistic."

"What is education like in your family?"

"May I ask who is your parent?"

The incessant questioning poured in, and they were surrounded by water, and the flashing lights pierced Wen Mo's eyes.

Wen Chi's anger was on the verge of erupting: "Where are you all journalists?" Who asked you to come? Don't be interviewed, get out of the way. ”

Wen Qiao reached out and hugged Wen Mo, blocking the reporters who were desperately trying to put the microphone to his mouth.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

While holding Wen Mo, she also told Wen Chi not to get into physical altercation with those reporters.

These unscrupulous reporters will take some photos and videos when the time comes, and Wen Chi will be pushed to the cusp.

She protected Wen Mo with one hand and Wen Chi with the other, and walked to the intersection with difficulty, Su Yun stretched out her hand to block those reporters with difficulty: "We don't accept interviews." ”

"I heard that Wenmo is autistic, and he can't speak, right?"

"You're a parent, aren't you? How do you educate this kind of autistic child? ”

"Isn't it particularly difficult to educate such children? Do you suffer a lot as family members? ”

A black Maybach was parked on the side of the road, and Fu Nanli only thought that he had seen it wrong, but saw that it was Wen Qiao who was being chased by a group of reporters with long guns and short guns.

The driver beeped twice, and Wincho saw her savior.

"Get in the car." Fu Nanli stretched out his hand to open the door, Wen Qiao hurriedly hugged Wen Mo, pushed away the reporters crowded beside him, and got into the car, followed by Su Yun and Wen Chi.

Wen Chi sat in the co-pilot, and there were four people in the back seat.

Wen Qiao huddled beside Fu Nanli, looking worriedly at Wen Mo, who had been lowering his eyes and trembling a little, "Xiao Mo, are you okay?" ”

Silence didn't speak, as if he couldn't hear her.

Those reporters were like zombies besieging the city, hanging on the car window, and Fu Nanli told the driver to drive in a deep voice.

"Young Master, are you still going to dinner?"

"Send them back first."

"Yes."

The car was speeding on the wide road, and Wen Qiao looked at Wen Mo worriedly: "Xiao Mo, are you okay?" ”

Wen Mo held Wen Qiao's hand tightly, trying to calm the panic in his heart caused by the sudden influx of people, and not wanting his sister to worry became the only motivation to support him to overcome the psychological barrier.

He looked up at Wincho and squeezed her hand.

"Those people, don't take it personally, you know?"

Winmer nodded effortlessly.

He ...... What's wrong? His big hand suddenly took hold of her small hand.

Wen Qiao was startled, and her mother was sitting next to her, and she wanted to pull it out.

The man was strong, and he didn't allow her to back down at all, and clenched her hand.

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