Female President's Protector

On the bus, Zhang Yi said with a hippie smile, "Sister, are you going back to your place now?"

Zhang Wanling gave Zhang Yi a gouged look, with inexplicable resentment and tenderness in her eyes, she nodded lightly, sat on the seat of the bus, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly, his deep eyes flashed a bit firm, and he secretly said in his heart: "Sister, don't worry, you will be by your side in the future."

After coming out of Mengchen, Zhang Wanling walked directly to the bus stop sign. It is conceivable that she usually travels by bus, and her life is indescribably difficult.

After a while, a middle-aged woman with a swollen belly got into the car, scanned the situation in the car, and came to Zhang Yi with a frown: "Don't you know I'm pregnant?"

Zhang Yi was slightly stunned, he knew what the middle-aged woman meant, he pulled Zhang Wanling who was about to get up and give way, pretending to be surprised: "I didn't do it."

"You..." The middle-aged woman flew into a rage when she heard the words, pointing at Zhang Yi and scolding: "Don't you have any old people in your family? Don't you have children? I don't know if there are people who will give up their seats on the bus?"

Regarding this kind of moral kidnapping, Zhang Yi rolled his eyes: "My grandfather and grandmother are educated, and they don't fight on the bus; my younger brother and my sister are well-educated, and they don't behave or make noise; my parents don't smoke, and my mother takes the bus. Don't shout, your family is of high quality, my family can't compare with yours!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the empty seats behind: "Isn't there an empty seat behind?"

"I just like to sit on you, how about it, how dare you do something to me, how dare you hit me?" The middle-aged woman looked superior, as if she could do whatever she wanted because of her big belly.

Zhang Yi curled his lips: "I want to hit you too, but I haven't practiced the dog-beating-stick technique."

"You..." The middle-aged woman immediately yelled at the injustice of the society, the decline of the world, Zhang Yi's immorality, her friends and so on.

Zhang Yi pretended not to hear it at first, but he didn't expect the woman to scold more and more outrageously, and even scolded Zhang Wanling, who was always sympathetic beside him, suddenly Zhang Yi became angry, and loudly reprimanded: "It's okay for me to give up my seat for you!" Affection is not an obligation. I am not the one who made your belly bigger. Even if you stand up and cause your miscarriage, it is your husband's responsibility. Whoever makes your husband can't even earn the money from the fight? My own man has no ability to make you a big girl. Instead of blaming my mother-in-law for taking the bus, instead of blaming the society?"

As soon as these words fell, the entire carriage fell silent, Zhang Yi's words exaggerated the many people in the carriage.

Indeed, many people are like this nowadays. Once people don’t give up their seats, they will blame them. Nowadays, the hostility is everywhere in the society. I don’t know when it started. Giving up your seat has become an obligation.

Society needs positive energy. Normally, if there is really no seat in the car, many people will choose to give up their seat, but it is not that there is no seat in the car now. This middle-aged woman can sit in other vacant seats because she feels that she She will be superior to others when she is pregnant, and the whole society has to let her go.

After Zhang Wanling heard Zhang Yi's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then she hit Zhang Yi with her small white hand, telling him not to talk nonsense.

Zhang Yi smiled wryly, his voice was extremely gentle, and he was completely different from the one who just angrily scolded the middle-aged woman: "Sister, did I say something wrong? If we don't let her, we would be inhumans. I don’t have a seat, I think a lot of people will let her, but now there is a seat in the car, why should she be superior? The child is not mine.”

The middle-aged woman's face turned livid at this time, and she kept panting.

Zhang Yibai glanced at the middle-aged woman, showing no signs of pity.

Just when he was about to continue to say something, Zhang Wanling gave him a gouged look, and immediately stood up: "You sit here."

"Hmph, no need, just wait for me." The middle-aged woman twisted her face and gave Zhang Yi a hard look, then found an empty seat and sat down.

"Hehe." Zhang Yi sneered, suddenly found that his sister was staring at him, couldn't help touching his nose, and said with an embarrassing smile, "Sister, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Yi, how did you become so cold-blooded?" Zhang Wanling murmured in a low voice, as if she was talking to Zhang Yi, or talking to herself.

The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer the words very tactfully, he knew very well that his sister's temper was too soft.

Along the way, the whole carriage became extraordinarily quiet. Everyone was listening to the middle-aged woman crying on the phone. It seemed that she wanted to find someone to teach Zhang Yi a lesson. Silk's mercy.

"Xiao Yi, let's get off the bus." Of course, Zhang Wanling was most worried, as soon as the bus arrived, the standing horse pulled Zhang Yi out.

Zhang Yi wanted to say don't worry, but he choked on the words.

In Minhang District, most of the houses here are rented houses, and some white-collar workers live in the higher-end ones, but the shantytowns live here are mixed, and there are everyone.

The siblings came here after getting off the car, and Zhang Wanling walked in front alone.

After a while, he arrived at a rented room of about ten square meters. After Zhang Wanling opened the door, Zhang Yi's nose felt sore. There was only a bed, some toiletries, and cooking utensils, and nothing else.

"Sister..." Zhang Yi's voice became hoarse, and he hugged her tightly: "Sister, I'm sorry!"

Zhang Wanling pushed Zhang Yi away, pursed her lips and smiled: "It's nothing, I'm used to it."

"Why do you let yourself live so hard?" Zhang Yi asked self-deprecatingly.

Why is it so hard?

Zhang Wanling shook her head lightly, could it be that she said that all these years her wages from doing odd jobs in Mengchen were used to find his whereabouts?

Or is it that I have been watched by others all the time, and Yanjing has been fighting against me everywhere these years. If Zhang Yi hadn't been drawn out, I guess I would have gone with my adoptive father and mother.

Of course, she didn't say these words, she brushed the roots of her hair with her slender fingers, and looked at Zhang Yi with her eyes: "You shouldn't have come back."

"What will you do if I don't come back?"

"I'm living a pretty good life now." Zhang Wanling was slightly taken aback, and said with a wry smile.

Zhang Yi suddenly stood up, pointed at the bare rental house, and said with a trace of anger: "Is this a good name? Tell me, are they still unwilling to let you go?"

As long as Zhang Wanling nodded and said yes, he didn't mind letting Sanniang lead his subordinates to bloodbath them, and at most they fled back to Europe together.

"There is no such thing, Xiao Yi, don't think too much." Zhang Wanling's face was a little unnatural when she heard this, her eyes flickered.

Zhang Yi sighed, pulled Zhang Wanling's catkin and walked out the door: "Sister, let's go."

"Honey, it's him." As soon as Zhang Yi and the others left the door, they heard a very familiar voice!