little master

nineteen.

I originally thought it was okay to hold the parent meeting once, and I probably would never go to that kind of occasion again in the future.

But what I didn't expect was that within two weeks, the teacher called me over again with a phone call.

I was in a meeting at the time, and the theme of the meeting was how to improve the service level so that employers can feel the warmth of spring and the sense of security like a mountain at the same time. I have to say that the process of talking about this with a group of big bosses who just went to work was really fucking. The twists and turns, I was so angry that I took a picture alone and confiscated all the mobile phones, and then let them sit quietly and listen to the lecture.

Then my cell phone rang.

A very melodious music sounded, and everyone's eyes were focused on me.

I hung up once, and it rang again within two seconds. I had no choice but to pretend to be calm and walk out of the meeting room, and connected to the strange number: "Hello?"

The person opposite asked: "Excuse me, are you Qi Qingyuan's parents? Please come to the school now."

I:"???"

Something happened to the young master?

Holding the phone that was hung up in an instant, I was very confused and ran out subconsciously.

The distance between the company and the school is not close. I recalled the teacher’s tone of nervousness on the phone, not daring to let go of the meeting. I stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, abruptly shortening the nearly one-hour drive. To two within 10 minutes.

Before I entered school, I was still muttering in my heart, thinking what's going on?Isn't it fine when you go out in the morning?Why did something happen again before morning?

All the questions were not answered until I ran up.

I found the teacher's office based on my memory, knocked on the door, and heard a polite "please come in" from inside, then opened the door and went in.

Then he saw the young master standing with his back to the door at a glance.

I couldn't see anything behind him, but I noticed that his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was hiding a lot of unwillingness and anger, and he was about to strike in the next second.

I walked over immediately, held his shoulders, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He didn't speak, and the shoulder touched by me relaxed unconsciously. I turned him around and saw the wound on the corner of his mouth and bloodshot eyes clearly, and my heart sank immediately.

My heart aches so badly. In the past few months with the little guy, I have already figured out his hard-mouthed and soft-hearted nature. Even if he fights, he is never really angry. Beating and scolding is like a kitten acting like a spoiled child Occasionally, because he was lying in bed, I would spank his buttocks when I was carrying him, but it was controlled within the intensity of the pat, just to wake him up.

When did he get such a serious injury? !

The anger I didn't have time to vent at the meeting just now and the uncontrollable anger when I saw him hurt came to my heart at the same time. I held him in my arms and felt him obediently leaning forward like a wounded little beast, and asked in a cold voice :

"what happened?"

"You might as well ask your child what's going on." A sharp voice came from the side.

It was only then that I noticed that there were other people in the office besides the young master and the teacher.

The woman who spoke pulled her son forward and said very rudely: "Look at how your children have beaten my son!"

I looked at the child who was pulled over, the exposed skin was covered with bruises, the wounds on the corners of the mouth were much heavier than those on the young master's face, and the eyes were also swollen.

What a ruthless hand it must be.

I was moved with emotion, and then, I caught a glimpse of a few boys behind the woman who were similar to her son. The teacher noticed my gaze and said, "This is also Qi Qingyuan's handwriting."

Me: "..." There is a feeling of relief in my heart for a moment, why?

Seeing those teenagers who were almost beaten into pig's heads, I tried my best to hold back my laughter, ignored the aggressive lady, and asked the teacher in a calm tone:

"What's the specific situation? We Qingyuan are usually very obedient, how could we fight with others for no reason?"

The parent snorted coldly: "Very good? Can a good boy beat my son like this?"

I replied to her: "Maybe your son did something that should be beaten?"

Her: "You!"

"Okay, stop arguing," the teacher knocked on the table, "Both parties are at fault, first ask the child what's wrong."

He turned to me and said, "Qi Qingyuan doesn't say anything, you should ask."

Refuse to say anything?

That must have been wronged!

I lowered my head and asked the young master, "Why did he bully you?"

The young master seems to have calmed down now, but he is still unwilling to raise his head. I am happy to hold him, feeling like a dragon guarding the treasure.

But right now, there are those who don't have eyes that annoy my baby, and the dragon can't help but want to show its fangs.

"He's looking for trouble first," the young master said sullenly in my arms after a while, "I couldn't hold back, so I beat him up."

I looked at the parent: "Did you hear that, it was your son who asked for trouble first."

"Then you can beat someone!" She insisted.

My eyes turned cold: "Can you please shut up first? It will scare the children."

Maybe because she was intimidated by my eyes, she moved her mouth unwillingly, but finally said nothing.

I continued to ask patiently: "How did he find trouble?"

The young master paused, put his hand on my arm, and said vaguely: "He wants to fight."

I:"……"

Even without looking at his eyes, I know there must be something going on, but since he doesn't want to say it now, I won't force him.

Anyway, I found out that it was the other party who provoked me first, so I expressed my attitude to the teacher and asked those boys to apologize, and the matter was over.

The other party obviously didn't expect things to develop in this direction, and was shocked after hearing my words: "Let us apologize??!"

I'm right, you are looking for something first, and a bunch of people bullied our family, shouldn't you apologize?

The leading boy and his mother were full of disbelief.

I lightly added: "It's okay not to apologize, from now on you are not allowed to appear in front of Qingyuan again, otherwise, I will replace your parents and teach you what respect is."

Saying that, I moved my wrist.