It's about the baby girl. Seeing the serious look of the girl in front of her, Qiao's mother raised her heart and asked, "What's wrong with Wanwan at school?"

Ruan Qiu said: "Wanwan is fine, I just want to know if you know her situation."

Qiao's mother was influenced by her invisible prudence, thought about it carefully, and replied: "Her father and I are usually very busy, and work is in a very important period, so we don't know much about her school. But every time she came home she was fine, we asked her how her school life was and she said it was fine."

"Has it always been like this?"

"It's always been like this at home. We saw that she was very happy. Oh, by the way, when our family first came to Jiangcheng, she just transferred here. She didn't adapt very well, and she looked depressed, but she soon passed away. Alright." Mother Qiao frowned and said worriedly, "Ruan Qiu, did something happen to Wan Wan at school?"

Ruan Qiu said indifferently, without any change in tone: "Have you not been to school to see her? In the third year of junior high school, the school held a parent meeting, and the school started to register. Didn't you go to accompany her?"

There was no expression on her face, or even emotion in her eyes, but Mother Qiao felt the silent accusation and anger.The anger was hidden under her calm surface, which made Qiao's mother terrified. What shocked her was not the attitude of the girl in front of her, but the meaning in her words.

"Her father and I have been to the parent-teacher meeting. Wanwan said that she has grown up and has to go by herself at the school registration..." Qiao's mother's unmoving smile could not be maintained, and her tone became bewildered.

Ruan Chu put his hands on the table and his face, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Have you been to the school and found anything?"

Mother Qiao only felt that there was a subtle meaning in the smile on her lips, and now she was in a bad mood, so she put away the polite smile on her face, "Ruan Qiu, just say what you want to say."

Ruan Qiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think Wan Wan has very few friends?"

"She is shy and introverted," Qiao's mother said.In fact, she also wondered in her heart. In her eyes, her precious daughter is really a pain in the ass. She has a good temper and looks so good-looking. It stands to reason that she will never lose her friends, let alone pursue her. However, in the three years of junior high school, I seldom heard her talk about it.She still remembered that once in Beijing, there was a little boy from an aristocratic family chasing Wanwan and asking her to be his bride.

Ruan Qiu shook his head and said, "It's not because of this. I'm afraid you don't know that Wanwan's only friend is Lin Xiaoxiao for three years in junior high school."

Mother Qiao frowned and said, "I know Lin smiles."

The smile on Ruan Qiu's lips widened, and he asked, "What do you think of Lin Xiaoxiao?"

Mother Qiao looked into her dark and quiet eyes and said, "You are familiar with Wan Wan. I think you can see the character of that child."

Ruan Qiu nodded and said, "Then you must not know that Wan Wan has no one to talk to at school except Lin Xiaoxiao, who is her only friend."

Mother Qiao's calmness was broken, her eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Why?"

Ruan Qiu smiled coldly: "Because no one wants to talk to her."

Mother Qiao was extremely puzzled and looked at her eagerly.

"Do you know that before I became friends with Wanwan, her reputation at school was that she was a girl who was taken care of in junior high school. Her parents were servants for rich families, and she had many boyfriends. Weak and scheming, girls are jealous of her and slander her, boys slander her and covet her, and there are people who keep spreading bad things about her behind her back..."

Her voice was soft, but Qiao's mother was furious when she heard it, and there was a sharp light in her eyes.

Ruan Qiu changed her voice and asked her pretending to be puzzled: "Auntie, have you heard of these words? I really can't figure out how a little princess like Wanwan can become a little beggar that everyone hates?"

Mother Qiao smiled bitterly, and said helplessly, "Wanwan doesn't like to show her family background outside. Every time her father and I go to hold a parent-teacher meeting for her, she will specially tell us to dress more ordinary."

She was full of frustration and guilt, as well as anger at the classmates who bullied her daughter at school. After so long, she didn't know that her precious daughter had spent three years in such a situation. She always felt that Wanwan was so obedient and obedient , so painful, how could you lie.She always smiles when she goes home every day, and she will be tired of acting like a baby by her side. She has never told her any grievances, not even negative emotions.

She told them that Uncle Zhang picked them up to and from get off work every day, so she didn't have to pick her up, and she could take the bus to and from school by herself.She also said, "Mom, don't dress too well when you hold a parent-teacher meeting for me. I'm afraid that my classmates will be friends with me because my family is rich."

They used to be at their home in Beijing. When Qiao Wanwan was in elementary school, she ran home crying one day. Mother Qiao asked her for a long time before she said sobly that she heard a good kid at school say behind her back that if it wasn't for Because she is good-looking and her family is rich, they don't want to play with her.Qiao Wanwan is an idiot, she always fails the exams, and boys who play with her will only look at her alone.

Mother Qiao believed her words. Even if she attended the parents' meeting, only parents were sitting in the class. In the parents' meeting of Chennan Middle School, students were not allowed to enter the classroom. She talks.Where there is such a clear love and hatred between adults, everyone will maintain their appearance of decency and politeness.

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