He came from the system to save childhood

Finally, the little cub was held and washed, and then placed in Chen Lie's arms like a fragrant white rice cake. He was still wearing Chen Lie's clothes because the little cub didn't bring pajamas.

Chen Lie's clothes were too big, and the little guy looked like he was wearing a long skirt. He pouted and was obviously not satisfied with his look.

"My clothes are wet, should I wash them first?" Wei Zhe asked as he lifted up the clothes that were wet from bathing the little cub.

Song Yuan nodded honestly. Young Master Chen, thinking of his contribution in helping the little boy take a bath, raised his chin and agreed.

After a whole day of hard work, Song Yuan was the last one to take a shower, but the first to fall asleep. The bed was lying horizontally and looked like it was just made. At this moment, Song Yuan had fallen asleep in the corner.

Chen Lie carried the little cub between Wei Zhe and Chen Lie, under the pretext that children should sleep in the middle to avoid falling. The little cub couldn't struggle, so he curled up and rubbed himself against Chen Lie's arms.

When the little cub was young, he also liked to rub against his mother like this. Later, his mother said that this was not stable and he should be as stable as his older brother.

So the little guy was rubbing against Chen Lie in revenge, and after rubbing against Wei Zhe, he kept rubbing against Chen Lie and making the two of them unable to sleep. Chen Lie's voice was so murky that he circled the little guy's small body and forcibly suppressed him.

"Okay, go to bed quickly. With the nature of the production team, we don't know what they're going to do tomorrow. Be good."

Young Master Chen has already accepted the fate of being "reformed" here. What's more, there are such fun little kids here, so it would be better to give some people a chance to live for two more days.

In the middle of the night, little He Qi was just about to pretend crying to give the original owner's mother who was far away a tear bomb, but before he could cry, Song Yuan started crying.

She cried so loudly that she woke everyone up.

Xiao Heqi was so confused that he almost couldn't hold it in and went ooc. How could someone else steal the script?

Young Master Chen was in a bad mood when he woke up. If Wei Zhe hadn't stopped him, he would have probably grabbed his neck. He gritted his teeth and growled, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Song Yuan sobbed and wiped her tears, like a young wife who had been abused.

"I, I miss mom, mom, wuwu, just now, just now I had a dream, and I dreamed of mom's back again. She, she just didn't turn around to look at me. Is it because I'm so bad, wuwu..."

Almost everyone in the upper class knows something about the scandal of the Song family. His mother committed suicide, and his father is eyeing Song Yuan's shares.

But Song Yuan is a "coward". Although his mother's family is powerful, he dare not resist Song's father and has always been looked down upon by the upper class.

Young Master Chen has always been outspoken, never paying attention to other people's expressions when speaking, not to mention that he was in a bad mood after waking up. He sneered, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Isn't it normal for your mother to ignore you? Your grandmother's family is so powerful, but you didn't take power from your father. Don't you deserve it? Others don't know how your mother died, but you don't? The mistress has even brought it to your mother, and you..."

"Okay, everyone, stop talking!" Wei Zhe rubbed his brows helplessly. He didn't expect that the conflicts that didn't arise in the morning would explode in the evening.

He had also heard about Song Yuan's story, but he only knew the general idea and it was hard to comment. However, it could be seen that Song Yuan seemed to be very dependent on his biological mother.

Song Yuan cried and shook his head, his voice intermittent.

"No, no, father, father has mother in his hands. Mother is very important..."

How could he not know how his mother died? There are many disputes among the rich, but what can he do? His father has the evidence against his mother, and even his grandmother advises him not to act rashly.

The so-called father was the boss and was at large holding the evidence.

Xiao Heqi blinked, vaguely remembering that the so-called handle seemed to be slightly related to the original owner.

[Qiqi, Song Yuan's mother had a biological brother who was lost when he was very young. Only Song Yuan's father knew where the brother was, so he kept using this as a threat. However, the original owner seemed to have saved Song Yuan's uncle in boarding school.]

A furry ball jumped out, with an electronic information book in his thin arms. The relationship chain on it was very clear. Song Yuan's uncle was a teacher in a boarding school and was bullied by rich kids. It was the original owner who saved him.

In the previous life, Song Yuan also pulled the original owner, hoping that the original owner could come out of it. If the original owner came out, perhaps this young boy could avenge his mother sooner.

They say they are here for reform, but the young people who come here never lack good qualities. They are clearly used to flattering the powerful and bullying the weak, and competing for interests.

They should be cold and indifferent, looking down on everything, but each of them has lent a helping hand to the original owner.

The indifference of the upper class did not arise among these young men with shattered lives.

It shouldn't be a one-sided salvation...

The little cub pursed his lips, his baby voice still vague with the sound of being still sleepy.

"Hmm...what is it? Tell me, I'm very powerful and can do anything!"

The little boy stood with his hands on his hips, but the clothes he wore did not fit him well, making him look immature and naive. He was even standing unsteadily due to his leg injury.

Song Yuan hugged himself, and then spoke slowly: "It's news about my uncle. Mom said I have an uncle, and only my father knows where he is."

"So what does he look like? Or is there anything special about him?"

Afraid that the baby would fall down, Wei Zhe sat down holding the child. The sleeping baby no longer had the temper he had in the morning and was like a little baby, making people want to hold and play with him.

"Hmm... I seem to remember grandma saying that when my uncle was born, there was a birthmark on his shoulder. It was very obvious, a bit like a... strawberry?"

As soon as his uncle Song Yuan was mentioned, his stuttering seemed to be cured. Maybe it was because his mother felt too guilty and often mentioned it to young Song Yuan.

"Strawberry... so special, the same seal as the math teacher in the next class..."

Before the little cub could finish his words, Wei Zhe felt his arms go empty, and the soft little cub was carried away by Song Yuan.

The normally silent and timid boy now burst into unprecedented emotion.

"What did you say? Really? Where?"

The three consecutive questions and the automatic shaking almost sent the little one away.

"Damn it, kid, this guy is a human being, not a toy, put him down!"

If Wei Zhe hadn't stopped him, Young Master Chen would have almost kicked Song Yuan in the face.

Under the murderous gaze of Young Master Chen, Song Yuan calmed down a little and apologized to the little boy honestly.

Finally, the four of them decided to take Song Yuan to see it after they were done here, and only then did they comfort Song Yuan, who was crying.

It was very late at night, and the friendship between the young men deepened.