his little candy

Girl C continued: "It was the day Xueba came to deliver a courier to God Han."

Gu Zheng had a bad premonition in his heart.

It's cold!That's not the courier he found for God Han, so it won't be his fault, right?

"God Han!"

Suddenly a classmate noticed and shouted, and Gu Zheng saw Han Che's back turning and leaving at the classroom door.

Gu Zheng had a headache for a while, and looked at Jiang Tu and the others, "You won't go to the school hospital to make trouble?"

Jiang Tu: "Very likely."

As long as Han Che encounters Song Guo, he will lose his mind.

Gu Zheng and others followed and chased a corridor, but they didn't know if they had strayed off the road, or if Han Shen was flying, and no one was seen as soon as he came out.

school clinic.

"Han Che's grandson really thought I was afraid of him and didn't know his background. The grade director's grandson didn't dare to trouble him. I was the one who was beaten, and I was the one who wrote the self-criticism in the end. Why did I do such a crime! "

Mo Fei was lying on the hospital bed, cursing, and the squad leader standing by the wall looked at him, not daring to make a sound.

Mo Junchen looked at the person on the bed, and after listening, he frowned, and directly pressed the cotton ball on the wound on his hand, the tingling pain suddenly hit, Mo Fei twitched in pain, and almost jumped from the hospital bed stand up.

"Oh, my hand! Doctor Mo, I'm a wounded patient, not a mouse. Can you give me some anesthesia, preferably general anesthesia, I don't even have a good bone in my body after being beaten by that grandson."

Mo Fei turned his head and looked at his hand, "My fucking finger is so painful that it is about to break. Finger pinching, one of the top ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty, is nothing more than that. Doctor Mo, do you think I can give it a ten? disabled, report Han Che's grandson to the juvenile detention center."

Mo Junchen glanced at Mo Fei coldly, and said calmly: "The disability certificate needs to be sent to the Municipal Disability Appraisal Office, but I checked yours just now, and your finger is only slightly fractured. You should be fine after three months of recuperation. After recovery, it will not affect your daily use function, nor will it affect your study, and generally cannot be used as a disability identification standard."

"Fuck, I'm going to take the college entrance examination, and it will take three months! How about Dr. Mo, you make the wound worse, and don't report Han Che to the juvenile detention center? I can't swallow this breath." Mo Fei said in this tone As if he cared more about the college entrance examination, "Damn it, Han Che! I fucked his ancestors for eighteen generations."

When Han Che walked to the door, he heard a burst of cursing from inside. He pushed the door open and walked slowly to Mo Fei's bed. Mo Fei was lying on the bed and didn't see anyone coming in. He was still drooling and cursing .

"Why are you here?" A trace of surprise flashed in Mo Junchen's eyes, and he was still surprised that Han Che made such a big move.

Han Che's face sank like water, and he stared at Mo Fei on the bed, "Didn't you see it?"

At this moment, Mo Fei finally realized that something was wrong. He moved his painful body slightly, turned around, raised his head, and saw Han Che looking down at him. Che heard his words.

There was a miserable smile on Mo Fei's face, and he stammered, "Han...Han God!"

Han Che expressionless: "Continue." After saying that, his eyes rolled over Mo Fei's body, like an X-ray scanning the places he kicked, especially at the end, Han Che's eyes fell on Mo Fei's left hand , looking at the red and swollen fingers, the cold light in his eyes seemed to be more ruthless, and he sighed again, as if he was sighing that he didn't step into a tenth-level disability.

Han Che was actually being lenient. Mo Junchen had checked Mo Fei's wound and knew it well, but he didn't know what made the young boy furious.

Mo Junchen was afraid that things would become serious, so he coughed lightly: "Okay, I'll go back after reading it, and I'll deal with what's here."

Han Che glanced at Mo Junchen lightly, "Who said I came to see him? But, yes, I should come and take a good look."

"Keep scolding, I'll listen."

Mo Fei quickly turned to the squad leader and said, "You misheard, I scolded the squad leader, not you, God Han, you misheard."

Han Che was too lazy to talk about this with Mo Fei, and turned to the topic, but his tone was suddenly cold, "Which hand did you touch him?"

"Who?" Mo Fei was a little inexplicable at first, but after hearing Han Che's words, a string in his heart suddenly collapsed, and the handsome and fair boy standing next to him on the playground emerged in his mind.His throat choked up, and he looked at Han Che tremblingly, "I didn't, really not, only this time, I was also obsessed with ghosts, looking at that little thing looking so delicious, I wanted to..."

Han Che took a deep breath, "You called me that little thing?" He kicked on the bed, directly kicking the iron frame hospital bed to the side. His cold voice seemed to be filled with icy scum, and Mo Fei was so scared that his hands trembled and he wanted to hide.

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, God Han, I swear, only this time, I really haven't touched that little...boy." Mo Fei got up from the bed tremblingly, staggered and fell He fell to the ground, knelt and crawled towards Han Che, pulled Han Che's trouser legs and begged, "Please let me go, God Han."

Han Che narrowed his cold eyes slightly, pulled out his legs in disgust, and fell on Mo Fei with cold and substantive eyes.

"The last time he came to deliver a courier, you also bullied him?"

Han Che's tone was very understated, making Mo Fei's breath seem to return to his chest, but he was vigilant and dense and did not dare to speak nonsense.

"Well, last time we just helped the boy bring in the courier, and the squad leader helped to get it. If you ask the squad leader, the boy left after delivering the courier."

Mo Fei winked at the class monitor, and the class monitor was so frightened by Han Che's gaze, his voice was a little trembling, "Yes... I picked it up. That boy asked if Han Che was in the classroom? I said If not, I brought it in for him and put it on your seat."

Han Che chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "But, I heard that you bullied him. Tell me how you bullied him."

Mo Fei's face paled instantly, "I don't, I think..."

Han Che's face sank: "What do you think?"

Mo Fei gritted his teeth, and kowtowed to Han Che in fright: "I want to touch him..." He raised his head again, and said hastily, "But the teacher came in, I didn't do anything, really, I just had that evil intention. That daredevil."

"God Han, if I had known that you knew that boy, I wouldn't have dared."

Han Che kicked Mo Fei on the jaw, and kicked Mo Fei directly to the ground lying on his back, his icy eyes filled with cold smoke, "Don't touch him."

"May I ask why? God Han, that little boy is your relative?" Mo Fei really wanted to know the relationship between that boy and God Han, otherwise, his beating would be for nothing.

Before Han Che could make a sound, Gu Zheng and others came in.

"Hey, class is over, and I'm still here."

Gu Zheng looked at Mo Fei who was on the ground, his nose was bruised and his eyes were swollen, and his fingers were swollen. It was too horrible to look at. He moved closer to Han Che and said softly, "I'll teach you a lesson. Don't make things big. It's not good for you."

Han Che didn't respond, his indifferent eyes swept towards Mo Fei, then at the squad leader who was cowering and hiding aside, "Come here."

"I...I..." The squad leader suddenly became heartbroken. Han Che, Gu Zheng and the school bullies stared at him so frightened that he trembled as if he was escorting someone to the execution ground with a knife on his neck. Walking up to Han Che without hesitation, his legs were so weak that he almost knelt down.

A trace of disgust flashed in Han Che's heart. Except for his little things, other boys couldn't catch his eyes, but of course Han Che would not show these things. For example, in Han Che's eyes, Su Ruan was just like that ugly In Han Che's eyes, Gu Zheng was like that flirty flower peacock. When he saw the little thing, he felt a sweet orange smell, as if Song Guo could emit a light fragrance. It makes people want to hug and take a bite.

Han Che said something in a clear voice, and then instructed Mo Junchen, then turned and left, and returned to the classroom of Class F.

Mo Fei on the ground looked at Mo Junchen who was approaching, as if seeing Han Che's shadow, he shrank back a little timidly.

"Doctor Mo, you are a doctor, do you want to listen to Han Che? Are you not afraid that my complaint will make you lose your job?"

"Thank you for thinking about my job. I don't want to do such a low-ranking thing, and I have to hang around to play with you kids." Mo Junchen raised his lips: "However, I dare not say no to the words of the little boy Han. Listen, it's not good for you to offend anyone, and you are not asking for death if you offend the Han family."

"What kind of background does Han Che have?" Mo Fei was on the verge of crying, because he became lustful, and he was almost beaten into a tenth-level disability.

Mo Junchen didn't make a sound, but his thin lips slowly curled up, and his eyes swept over his desk, where there was a book, the cover of the book was very simple paper, and it turned out to be an album-bound book.

Class A.

Song Guo was restless in the classroom, fearing that Han Che would be too impulsive, so she went to look for Mo Fei again.

After class, Song Guo wanted to go to Class F, but as soon as the bell rang, a person rushed in from outside the classroom. Mo Fei knelt down in front of Song Guo, bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Song Guo."

Mo Fei didn't say what happened. This was also Han Che's reminder. He didn't want the little thing to suffer any harm in his heart, especially if there were too many people talking, maybe they would spread something randomly.

Song Guo looked at Mo Fei coldly, "Go back to class."

Mo Fei immediately burst into tears, these good students are really kind-hearted, they can still be so polite after being like that, he almost bowed his head in shame, and was helped away by the monitor.

Song Guo returned to her seat, Su Ruan leaned over and asked curiously: "What happened when the flag was raised this morning? Did Han Che hit someone? I stood in front and slept all morning with my eyes squinted. The classmates on the Internet are passing it on."

"fine."

Song Guo shook her head, took out her phone, and saw a WeChat message from Han Che.

Han Che: "What's for lunch?"

Song Guo: "Go to the cafeteria, I don't want to cook, and you can't, and the takeaway is not clean."

The most important thing is that he doesn't know that sentence. Han Che felt that he was very useless: "Well, I will wait for you in the cafeteria."

Han Che: "Why didn't you tell me what happened last time?"

Song Guo knew what Han Che was asking, "I don't want you to worry."

Han Che replied distressedly: "I warned Mo Fei, he won't dare to bully you again in the future."

Song Guo: "Well, class is about to start, and the teacher came in."

As soon as Song Guo finished posting, the phone showed 2% battery.

"Ruan Ruan, have you got the power bank?"

"I'm looking for it, it seems to be in the table frame."

Suruan’s table frame is completely different from Songguo’s. Songguo’s is quite neat, but the books in Suruan’s are messed up and not sorted out. There are also books from the first year of high school, which are yellowed like oil residue. , reached in with his hand, stirred for a long time, but couldn't feel it out, and finally turned it out from the innermost side of the table frame.

The author has something to say: here is an allusion to Han Che's background, it's fine if you don't find out, because I wrote about 60 in this article, if you don't write it later, the background will be a huge foreshadowing.