Wen Yan had a headache: "Don't cry first, I'll have a good time with you! The little fat man snatched Fanfan's toy and pushed Fanfan, right? You are right to protect your brother, but you can't just hit him in the face as soon as you go up." Throw a punch? What if you hurt the important parts of your eyes? We have to be polite first, and then tell the teacher if it doesn¡¯t make sense. The teacher won¡¯t ignore it at school. Of course, I¡¯m not telling you to endure bullying and not fight back , you didn¡¯t let you hold back when others beat you first, you have to be tough when you should be tough, you have to know the severity.¡±
The more he talked, the more wronged Xiaotuanzi felt, and he almost lost his knees from crying. Wen Yan couldn't bear to see it, and hugged him up: "Okay, stop crying, a man is so ashamed to cry. You go wash up and go to bed early, you have to go to school tomorrow."
Xiaotuanzi went upstairs whimperingly, still feeling very wronged. In the child's mind, it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong, which is the most troublesome.
Mark Tingchen said in a muffled voice, "I didn't feel sorry for him, and I didn't let him get up. It was you who gave in first."
Wen Yan squinted at him: "Did you do it on purpose for me to see? Summer clothes are so thin, you let him kneel on such a hard stool, I'm afraid his knees will be bruised tomorrow. I didn't I¡¯ve seen a small stool at home, where did you get it?¡±
There was a faint smile on the corners of Mark Tingchen's lips: "To cure him, I specially prepared it. I asked Shaoqing about it. It was the parents of that little fat man who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and indulged the child's temper and followed it with lawlessness. I think it's a little fat man The dumpling is not too much, you have to decide whether it is right or wrong. In the past, my solution is not just to forget it like this."
The little fat man's parents were indeed a bit unpleasant. At first, their attitude was as if their child was a prince, and he had to walk sideways wherever he went. I have to agree with this gentle statement, but now that the matter has been resolved, there is no need to talk about it again. If you study it deeply, it will appear that you are making use of the topic: "Okay, it's not a big deal, let's forget it, anyway, it's not your son who was beaten, what else do you want? I'm tired, I'm going to take a bath and go to bed, you Rest early, too."
Mark Tingchen closed the magazine in his hand, got up and went upstairs with her: "In your eyes, am I the heinous?"
Wen Yan's footsteps paused slightly: "What are you talking about? I didn't think so, I just thought that everything is fine now, and there's no need for Xiaotuanzi to bear as much as you did back then. Wouldn't it be better to live a more relaxed life? "
Mark Tingchen stepped forward and held her slender hand: "Where did you go for dinner tonight? You came back at this time, so you must have eaten outside."
Wen Yan thought of the 'strange feeling' that Ji Yanan gave her, so he lied: "I just found a random shop and settled down. Do you care about this? Caring about this won't make me angry."
"Is it Ji Yanan's Cantonese restaurant?"
Wen Yan's body froze suddenly, and she asked reflexively, "Are you following me?!"
Mark Tingchen let go of her hand, without any emotion on his face: "No, you smell of Cantonese food. Go take a bath and go to bed early."
After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the study.
Wen Yan's heartbeat speeded up inexplicably. Anyone would react like this when a lie was exposed. She was surprised by his keen sense of smell, and annoyed that he shouldn't lie casually. It was nothing at all. In his suspicious eyes, Will something happen? The more indifferent he is, the more frightening he is. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com