My Cold And Beautiful CEO

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"School, I once wanted to drop out and didn't want to go there, but if I didn't go there, I would feel very uneasy. If I can't go to school for a long time, I will definitely want to go again, very strange thought." Shu Ya said with a smile, but that smile looked so weak and so distressing in Qin Hao's eyes.

"Did you know? For ordinary students, the favorite thing in school is rest time, but I'm different, and the thing I hate most is rest. My dream at that time was to be able to finish school and get out of school. Get out of here, then change your identity and join the school as a teacher. I want to be a teacher who can listen to the children's words, hidden words, and lies. "

"In the past, I did n’t understand why they were targeting me. I did n’t know where I had done wrong, and I did n’t understand where I had offended them. Could it be said that children without parents must even breathe? At this point, Shu Ya got up from Qin Hao's arms, walked to the closet, opened the door, and took out a thick notebook from the corner.

This is an old notebook with no prints and dark clouds, full of repressive tones. The yellowed pages show its age. Some things are too painful for me with my mouth. Only words can Express it all.

Open a page casually and write in it;

Today, Wei Wei finally added a chicken leg to the bento box, and it seems that it has not been meat for half a month. The insurance left by mom and dad was taken away by those relatives, and there was n’t much left of Wei Wei ’s parents. Although Sister Weiwei has been hiding from me, but I know that she has been working outside school recently. This meat meal may be her wages for several hours.

It ’s time for lunch break. I ’m already hungry. Pick up the lunch box and rush to the cafeteria to give us a hot meal ~ Grandpa. Grandpa is a good guy. He knows what ’s happening in my house and does n’t ask me to collect money every time I warm up . After the meal was over, I was very happy and ran to the classroom. I remember the feeling, my body was floating lightly, as if I could fly with a little force. However, at this moment, I was seen by Guo Ningxiang and several of her followers. Zhang Xiaoyan stretched out her legs, and when I ran, I was too late to brake, I was tripped over, and the lunch box flew out.

Actually, I wanted to protect it, but my hands didn't seem to be enough, and rice was scattered out of almost half a box. Sister Wei Wei got up in the morning to make dishes, and the chicken legs were gone, and she became an ant. food. My hand was on the ground, a large piece of blue, purple in severe places, and my knees were frayed, and my blood was bleeding. It hurts!

Guo Ningxiang, a few of them, including the students passing by, were laughing and stepping on my lunch box intentionally. I really hate it! I'm useless myself, I dare not fight, I dare not fight! Also hate why they should target me and bully me. Do children without parental protection need to be tortured? !!

At that moment, I was really helpless lying on the ground, I didn't want to get up from the ground, thinking how good it would be if I could die like this. In this way, not only will I not be bullied anymore, no one will scold me for having no tutoring, no father and mother, broom stars, and seeing mom and dad. I really hope someone can help me, even if it just pulls me up, I will be very grateful to him. Unfortunately, who cares about my lonely child?

Open another page

I am still not so good today.

I was too scared of class time, because there was a teacher in class during the class, and no one dared to treat me, but as soon as the bell rang, a few boys who didn't like to study came to me to bully me. They picked up my books and books as flying saucers and threw them from one end of the classroom to the other. I went to pick them up and put them on the table. They came back and threw them. If I did n’t pick them up, they threatened me and said, Books and books in the bucket.

Can I still read the book in the bucket? And this winter, I think the book that has entered the water should be frozen. I have no other way out except to let them play?

Today I will be a stupid child who has no heart or heart. They will have fun and they will not steal my stuff.

Shu Ya then reached out and opened a pile of paper at will, which is a new one:

It ’s the third day of school. Today, it ’s our team ’s duty. When cleaning, Guo Ningxiang asked me to go to the water room to get water. I brought the water back. A boy said that he would spray water on the ground to hold down the dust. I spilled on me and my clothes were wet ~. Then Guo Ningxiang didn't know where the canned herrings got from me, and I laughed and told my classmates that I smelled bad.

God, can you help me, why do they always target me?

No one will bully me if I don't go to school, and the world is peaceful when I stay at home.

But I can't do this. Sister Wei Wei worked hard to earn money by working after school, and she couldn't sleep well every day. Just to save enough tuition for two people, I couldn't waste Sister Wei Wei's hard-earned money, I had to go to school.

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Today the head teacher asked me to go to her office and asked me why I do n’t wear school uniforms recently, why? Isn't it because their clothes are always scribbled and torn by splashing water, I ca n’t wear clothes full of ink or smelly to class?

The head teacher asked me if I was bullied. I hesitated. Before she asked me, I didn't dare to say it, but this time, I really couldn't stand it, so I told the teacher all these things. The teacher told me, let me rest assured, she will find a way to help me solve it, and will teach those bad classmates who bully me. I believe it. I think that she, a teacher and an adult, should not lie to a little girl like me.

After school, I was blocked by Guo Ningxiang in the grove of the school, and I was beaten. They slap me, rip my clothes, and threatened to find someone strong ~ **** ~ me, I am really scared, beaten At that time, I wanted to die again, I felt that it was boring to live like this, and I felt that there was nothing to live by.

Later, the class teacher didn't come to me again. Every time she saw her, she turned a blind eye to me. This matter was gone, and I was even more bullied. I heard people say that Guo Ningxiang's family seems to be very influential. It is not something ordinary people can afford, so the teacher will shrink back.

Seeing this, Shu Ya was already in tears, she reached out her hand again, and wanted to turn the page, but Qin Hao grabbed it ~ holding her wrist.

Looking up slightly, I saw Qin Hao looking extremely angry, and looked at her with distressed and pitying eyes, and shook his head; "Don't turn it over, it's enough, it's enough, it's enough ..."

These are just a few days of her six-year life. It is conceivable that during those six years, except for the summer and winter holidays, Shuya's body bullying and insults occurred on her body every day, and some were even excessive and serious.

Think about it, this kind of things are unbearable for an adult, let alone a weak and unreliable girl. With such a life experience, how can Shu Ya not be inferior and timid? Her refusal to contact people is just a means of self-protection she is accustomed to.

Qin Hao knew that Shu Ya had suffered bullying on campus, and that her six years of experience were painful and gloomy, but she knew what she saw and what she had heard before she knew what kind of life it was.

He held Shuya's small hand vigorously, his eyes were slightly red, and it was not tears, but a raging killing; "Wife, you're wronged. My heart is almost a ball now, I saw the demon beside you, but no angel to guard you. I ca n’t help you change the past, but, please rest assured that from now on, no more demons will appear around you. Because the biggest demon has been taken You surrender! "

The author Mo Wangchu said, "The second one is given away, and two more are offered. Seeking flowers, seeking flowers, asking." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .