Begonia sleepless tonight

Yan Ruyi looked in through the small gap in the car window.

The quiet corridor looks depressing and out of breath.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the seat, listening to the girl crying upstairs.

It's obviously not the first time, but I still feel worried.

Her thoughts gradually drifted away. In a long time ago, she also knelt on the ground, endured verbal humiliation, and was called a wicked person.

"Sister, they went in." Feng Ze woke her up and watched the dean and Teacher Zhang walk in.

I believe that every step they take is as heavy as their own heart.

The hoarse cry of the child echoed in the corridor, and it sounded like his voice was hoarse: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"

"Your courage is really getting bigger and bigger! Where did you go to play?! Didn't I tell you to come back after school and wait for me to wash your clothes!" The flesh is trembling, and the foot almost squeezes the upper of the shoe.

The waving stick cast a shadow on the wall, which was frightening to watch.

The girl was squatting in the corner, the books in her schoolbag were scattered all over the floor, she was hiding with her head in her arms, her toes were all straining.

"What are you doing?!" Miss Zhang didn't care about the documents in her hand, rushed over to hold the girl tightly in her arms, and checked her new wound with distress, "Are you okay?"

All her emotional forbearance before burst out at this moment, and there was still a tear hanging from the corner of her eye.

The dean walked over with old steps, staggering over in front of the girl, staring at the stick in the proprietress's hand: "What? Are you going to clean up my old woman too?!"

Although he is old, he still has a lot of confidence.

The sudden surprise inspection made the proprietress suddenly lose her mind, the stick fell to the ground, and she rolled downstairs in despair.

"Courtyard, Dean." The proprietress was trembling, with her hands crossed in front of her chest, she stood upright, her head lowered, "Why are you here?"

"If I don't come again, this child will be beaten to death by you!" The dean watched this scene heartbroken, and punched his chest with his fist, "It's all me, it's all my fault! I didn't even watch it!" Know what you jackals, tigers and leopards look like!"

She felt sorry for the child from the bottom of her heart, and the stick seemed to hurt her as much as hitting herself. Seeing what happened to her now, she felt guilty in her heart.

The boss also heard the noise outside, and came out with a bowl of hot instant noodles: "What's going on?"

"Here, the dean is here." The proprietress leaned over, tugged at the corner of the man's clothes twice, and pointed in the direction of the dean, her wrinkled bun-like face was full of anxiety.

The boss swallowed the remaining noodle in the bowl like a gulp, and then he realized that he reached out to shake hands with the dean: "Why did you come here without saying a word, we should get ready."

"What are you preparing for?! Did you tell you to hide all the evidence?!" The dean was furious, and slapped the boss's hand away.

Dismissively.

Teacher Zhang helped the child stand up slowly, lifted up all the clothes on her body, pointed to the dense scars on it and asked, "Shouldn't you give us an explanation for these?"

The documents on the ground contained the agreement they had signed, which was full of irony.

The girl broke down in sobs.

The scars all over her body were torn apart, including the one in her heart.

After all, the boss is a man, and he is not as scared as the boss's wife: "Dean, this is where the children got hurt while playing with each other. There must be some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? My eyes are not blind." The dean didn't believe this set of rhetoric at all, and stared straight at the boss's goblin, as if trying to see through him, "What's the matter with the child's injury?" , the doctor will make it clear!"

The dean took the child by the hand and went downstairs, and the boss chased after him without even thinking about it.

Teacher Zhang hurriedly blocked the stairs, holding up his mobile phone: "I have all the evidence here! I have already photographed what happened just now and uploaded it to the computer. What? Do you still want to do something to us?!"

"Me!" The boss was so frightened by Teacher Zhang's eyes that he couldn't move away, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Escorting the girl into the car, Teacher Zhang drove directly to the hospital in the county.

A stone in Yan Ruyi's heart was finally let go, she put her arms around the girl's shoulders, her small body tried to get close to Yan Ruyi, trying to absorb more warmth from her body.

Her body didn't even tremble anymore.

But the girl couldn't adapt to the bumps on the road, and gradually her face became more and more ugly.

The child's hands were tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, his brows were furrowed, his lips turned white from the pain, but he still didn't make a sound.

Fortunately, Yan Ruyi felt the girl's trembling shoulders, and only then did she notice the girl's situation.

She quickly lowered her head and saw that the little girl's complexion seemed to be covered with three layers of flour, which was extremely ugly: "What's wrong with you?"

The dean also turned his head to check, only to find that the boy's face was pale: "Where did you hit just now?"

Yan Ruyi suddenly remembered that a few days ago, it seemed that the couple had been pushed against the wall and bumped into each other.

She hurriedly lifted the girl's hair, already drenched in cold sweat.

Gently touching the little head with his hand, the child trembled and trembled, his face became even uglier.

"Hurry up and send her to the hospital. It might be a head injury." Yan Ruyi didn't dare to touch her any more, took a softer stiff pillow and put it behind her head, hugging her and protecting her.

The atmosphere in the car instantly became a little cold, no one spoke, and everyone looked dignified.

On the narrow driveway, only dust is left on the ground.

……

Sui Yuan's entertainment news is flying all over the sky again.

Jiang Jiucheng sat on the chair and looked at the report sent by his subordinates with satisfaction: "In a short period of time, it has dropped by [-]%, which is not bad."

His computer screen is still stuck in the entertainment section.

Concubine Zhao Hao's appearance above is still clearly identifiable.

Since the news was released today, the entire Internet has become lively.

"It's time for him to taste the feeling of being knocked off the phone." Jiang Jiucheng sneered, with a faint chill in his eyes, "The final value of Concubine Zhao Hao is quite high."

He couldn't wait to see Lu Mian's expression now.

At this time, the sharp gate was almost bursting by the swarming reporters.

Lu Mian stood upstairs, staring at the ants-like crowd below.

The assistant next to him was so nervous that his lips turned purple, and he was confused: "Boss Lu, what should we do now?"

"Drive people away, with so many years of news experience, you don't need me to teach you how to do it?"