An hour later, the parents involved arrived one after another.

Those boys are the only seedlings in the family, and when their parents heard that their baby was beaten, they were very distressed, and they asked the teaching director what was going on.

The dean smiled and said the matter, "...... The parents of the schoolgirl are already on their way here, so let's sit down and have a cup of tea! ”

When the parents were in a big uproar, the door to the office was pushed open.

Parents and teachers were unanimous.

The man stood against the light.

The silhouette of the side face is ascetic and cool, wearing an expensive black custom suit, the diamond buttons on the cuffs are luxurious but low-key, and the demeanor of the body is like thin snow and light frost, handsome and indifferent like an emperor.

Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his slender fingers like bright jade pulled loose his tie at will.

His voice was as thin and cold as water: "I am Jiang Mianmian's parent, do you have any advice?" ”

The powerful aura and coercion made the surroundings quiet for a moment.

Moments later, a parent was the first to get up.

He handed Fu Qinghan a business card, and smiled without smiling, "Let me introduce myself first, I am Chen Yong, chairman of Zhizhang Furniture Company." ”

The other parents looked at each other a few times, got up one after another, and handed the business cards to Fu Qinghan one after another:

"I am Bai Mao, the director of the Baichi Cement Factory."

"I'm Shasha Wang, CEO of Shabi Tissue Group."

“……”

The business of these groups is also prosperous, and they can be regarded as a third-rate rich and noble family in Los Angeles.

Five or six business cards were handed in the air, and the parents gloated, waiting to see Fu Qinghan frightened.

Even the dean of education and Zhang Xiaoli couldn't help but sweat.

It's okay to offend one or two families, but to offend so many families, isn't it looking for death?

Fu Qinghan didn't answer any business cards.

He had a cold attitude, "I've already heard about what happened on the phone. I think it is necessary to ask the police to intervene in the investigation. ”

The parents looked at each other a few times, and saw pride and pride in each other's eyes.

This man who came out of nowhere must be afraid of being suppressed and retaliated by them, so he wanted the police to intervene.

Chen Yong unceremoniously picked up his mobile phone, "You asked for it!" I heard that the troublemaker girl has reached the age of eighteen, and adults who deliberately hurt people will be arrested and sent to prison! ”

It wasn't long before the police in Los Angeles arrived.

After listening to the complaints of several boys, the detective asked, "Where is the troublesome girl?" We need to listen to what both sides have to say. ”

The dean pushed her glasses, "She's very emotionally unstable, so we locked her in the corridor toilet." Why don't you send two men in and take her out? I'm worried that she'll hurt people again. ”

Fu Qinghan's eyes narrowed slightly.

His people were actually locked up in the corridor toilet......

He strode out of the office.

Everyone looked at each other.

Fu Qinghan unscrewed the iron cable, the toilet in disrepair was dark and damp, and a musty smell came to his face.

In the corner, the little maid curled up in a ball with her knees crossed, her long hair disheveled, the mask she used to hide her ugliness was nowhere to be seen, and her hideous wounds were mercilessly exposed to the air.

There were bruises on the corners of his mouth, his school uniform was messy and broken, and his white and slender arms and calves were covered in scratches and blood......

She was trembling and her eyes were unfocused.

Alone, like abandoned by the whole world.

It's like his lingering ......

Fu Qinghan's heart suddenly ached.

He squatted down on one knee in front of the little girl.

The big palm stroked the top of her hair, but the little girl pushed it away in horror.

"Mianmian," Fu Qinghan said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, it's me ......"

Mianmian slowly raised her head.

The man's Danfeng eyes were full of pity, his body was clean and clean, and his clean demeanor was just like thin snow and light frost.

It's her Mr. Fu......

The little girl's tears, which she had been holding back for a long time, suddenly fell.

She threw herself into Fu Qinghan's arms and cried so much that she whimpered, "Mr. Fu! Mr. Fu! ”

She called out one after another, like a bloody bird.

She didn't cry when she was bullied, and she didn't cry when she was alone in the toilet, because she knew that no one would care about her tears even if she cried, and no one felt sorry for her.

It's like in her previous life, she lost her eyes and hid in her room all night to shed tears, but she got nothing but ridicule and ridicule from her sister.

But now it's different, she has Mr. Fu, and Mr. Fu will feel sorry for her......

Fu Qinghan's body stiffened.

He wasn't used to physical contact with girls.

His father taught him since he was a child that he should not touch girls casually, and hugging other people's little girls is tantamount to tarnishing other people's innocence, and he is responsible for others......

But the little girl in his arms cried so much, Jiaojiao. It was soft and soft, and his face was crimson and wet, and he was very squeamish.

If he were still alive in the world, he would probably cry like this, right?

The man sighed softly in his heart, and finally hugged the little girl back like fate.

The little girl was born delicate, he hugged it, and even felt her slender bones.

He wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and led her out of the hallway toilet.

The little girl tried to grab his hand, but he avoided it indifferently.

After taking a few steps, he didn't see her follow.

When he turned around, the little girl stood alone, her eyes reddening again, and tears welling up as if she were accusing him.

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