Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

There was already a quarrel in the mediation room. Some parents of the children recognized Pang Luoxiao's identity and even started to use it to attack her, "How come the director's daughter can do whatever she wants, even fights can be settled, and she can be so messy that she becomes Is it our fault?

Let me tell you, if you don’t apologize to our children today, then we will sue the city tomorrow. I wonder if you, the director, can cover the sky with one hand? "

"You said my child beat you? Do you have any evidence? Is there any injury on the child? Nothing. I can also tell you the slander. Don't think that because you are the director, I am afraid of you."

Several parents agreed.

There are even some parents who dress like dogs, carry small sachets, step on the sky high, put on red lips, and say arrogantly: "We are all highly educated. How can we do anything?"

Can your child make a draft of his lies? If you want us not to hold him accountable, he can at least apologize properly and respectfully. "

Pang Luoxiao could face vicious criminals without blinking an eye or panicking, but he was a little powerless when facing these women. He really didn't expect that these people could confuse right and wrong so much.

He could obviously have taken out the photo and still said it was his.

But now they can't get the video at all. The school's surveillance covers every other Monday, and it happens to be covered today and weekend.

"Do you want evidence?" Long Qingcheng leaned against the door frame with a lazy expression, her lips curled up, showing an indifferent look. She put her phone up, and her cold voice was full of danger, "This counts Evidence?”

In the picture, there are five or six children driving Pang Tangtang, and the leader is the parent who just called Huan Tangtang. Her daughter pulls Pang Tangtang's hair and presses her head to push him into the toilet. No matter how hard Tangtang struggled and begged for mercy, all she got in return was their laughter.

The impact of photos will never be greater than the impact of videos. Pang Luoxiao's eyes were filled with red. He clenched his fists tightly and said in a cold voice, "Okay, okay, how dare you treat me like this?" Daughter, as a father, I, Pang Luoxiao, will not be worthy of being a father unless I send you all to a juvenile detention center."

The girls were all hoarse.

Fang Hui was almost dumbfounded. She yanked on her mother's clothes and finally became afraid: "Mom, mom, I don't want to go to that juvenile detention center. Please save me, save me."

Fang Hui was the one who pulled Pang Tangtang's hair just now.

The arrogant mother, Mrs. Fang, almost turned around and gave her daughter a slap. She said with hatred: "I provide you with food, clothing, and school. You don't need anything. I've done this to you, why are you still doing this?" If you are not satisfied and still fight, are you full?"

"Hey, hey, hey, parent, please don't hit your child." The policeman nearby saw this and hurriedly stopped him.

Even some female police officers sighed. With such violent parents, it’s no wonder that their children can be well.

Fang Hui covered her mouth and started crying.

"Aren't you different from me? You play mahjong all day long at home, and we keep quarreling when dad comes back. You guys have fought countless times, but everything is fine. Why do I have to go to a juvenile detention center every time I have a fight?

Then you hit someone? Is it okay to let the fight go? "

"Shut up!" Mrs. Fang's face suddenly turned red, and she seemed to be shy and embarrassed. After all, everyone outside knew that their husband and wife played the piano and sang together, and they were a perfect example of a husband and wife.

This allowed the daughter to reveal her true status at once and how she would get along in her wife's circle in the future.

She raised her arm and was about to hit her, but she still didn't catch up with the police. The policeman on the side hurriedly pulled the child behind and looked at the parent with a cold look, "Parent, don't let me say it a second time, no." Hit the kids. Hitting the kids won't solve anything."

With evidence, parents no longer have any excuses.

In addition, the police who went to the barbecue found the video and watched the whole story of the incident. Those parents began to beg Pang Xiaoluo to let their children go.

He even played the emotional card.

It's just that Pang Xiaoluo had a tough attitude, and the last few children entered the juvenile detention center for a week and then quit Longcheng No. 1 Junior High School.

As a result, bullying in schools has received a lot of attention. The principal and teachers have even begun to check whether students in each class have similar situations and talk about them one by one to ensure that such things will be prevented from happening.

……

In the corridor, a steady voice came from far to near.

She slowly raised her head, and saw a tall and straight figure of a man walking from a distance. His well-tailored suit fully reflected his figure. His handsome face had clear and smooth lines, deep brows, high nose bridge, and tight lips. The angle looks a bit callous.

He walked slowly in front of the girl with his slender legs and expensive high-end leather shoes.

His voice was indifferent, "Are they fighting again?"

Why didn't Long Qingcheng think it was Di Yuan Jue?

She asked: "Why are you here?"

"The last time you had a fight, the emergency contact set up by the police was me."

Long Qingcheng: "..." Why does she no longer know! ! ! ! !

It's just too social.

……

After saying goodbye to Pang Luoxiao, Long Qingcheng followed Di Yuanjue and left the police station.

Long Qingcheng sat firmly in the back seat, just like a child who had made a mistake, waiting for the reprimand from his family.

But instead of waiting for the man's scolding, he waited for a glass of hot water. "Drink some water first. I'll ask the servant to cook some food. I'll eat some when I get back."

Long Qingcheng took the water naturally and nodded, sipping it in small sips.

Her little deer eyes blinked at the man working in front of her, looking at him who was dressed more formally than before, "Master Jiu, why did you come back to Dragon City today?"

"I had just finished the meeting and was about to return to the capital when I received a call from the police station, so I got off the highway." He capped the pen, his hoarse voice showing a hint of exhaustion.

Long Qingcheng felt very distressed, "I'm sorry for bothering Master Jiu."

Di Yuanjue put his slender fingers on his legs and glanced over with his cold eyes, "How are you and the Qin family doing?"

That day, the unhappy breakup with Qin Wuyue completely turned into a confrontation between the two men.

It's just that no one can covet the people who belong to his Emperor Yuan Jue.

Long Qingcheng told Mr. Qin that he would treat him to dinner tomorrow. Di Yuanjue smiled vaguely at the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said slowly: "I will accompany you tomorrow."

Long Qingcheng nodded with understanding: "...Well, okay."

Within ten minutes, a black business car parked steadily at the door of Bay Villa.

Long Qingcheng opened the car door and was about to get out of the car when a wave of warmth came out from underneath...