Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Before Lin Jie's voice fell, Wang Zhaomou's hand on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder clearly felt the boy's body tense instantly.

Calmly glanced at Ji Lianhuo, Wang Zhaomou put down his hand on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder, and turned to look at Lin Jie who was dying.

Lin Jie seemed to be holding on to the last straw, staring at the man in front of him.

Ji Lianhuo has already destroyed all the important pages in the book, but it doesn't matter, as long as the man believes in himself a little bit, it is enough to save himself!

When Lin Jie saw the person in front of him, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips to himself, and his eyes under the lens shone with a bit of brilliance, carrying an indescribable charm.

"Do you think……"

"Everyone likes to pry into other people's privacy like you?"

Lin Jie stood there blankly, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Little Jie, stop talking!" Lin Jie's mother stepped forward to stop her son, eyes full of pain.

The son has obviously done something wrong, and the more he talks now, the more wrong he will be!

Wang Zhaomou lightly raised his glasses with one hand, turned around and put his hand on the young man's shoulder, which was a complete protection.

Lin Jie's mind was in chaos, and he stood there numb.

Looking at the back of the young man leading Ji Lianhuo away, Lin Jie's heart was ashamed. Ji Lianhuo turned his head slowly, and after meeting his gaze, his originally clear and harmless eyes showed a somewhat unclear expression. Threatened, the corners of his lips raised a little bit.

The innocent victim turned around with a murderous smile.

Lin Jie felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Unable to bear it any longer, he yelled at the man's back.

"You don't even know what Ji Lianhuo is!"

"He is a white-eyed wolf! He has bad intentions! You will definitely regret it!!!"

Lin Jie still wanted to shout, but suddenly he covered his mouth tightly with one hand. Lin Jie struggled to look, and seeing his father's panicked gaze, the resentment in his chest was suppressed little by little by this gaze.

Hearing the voice behind him, Wang Zhaomou paused slightly, and continued to walk out of the office without looking back.

Ji Lianhuo took a cautious look at Wang Zhaomou, only to see a helpless smile on the man's face.

"Brother Zhaomou..." Ji Lianhuo looked sideways, carefully looked at the man's eyebrows, and asked cautiously in his tone.

"Su Yunwen also said, I will regret it." Wang Zhaomou looked at the young man beside him with a smile in his eyes.

"Lian Huo, will you make me regret it?"

"I won't!" The boy quickly shook his head, his eyes were bright, "Brother Zhaomou, I won't let you regret it!"

Seeing the sincerity in the young man's eyes, Wang Zhaomou smiled gratifiedly, took the young man into the car, and greeted the driver.

"Go to the hospital."

Seeing that all the bodyguards in the office were withdrawn, the homeroom teacher was not relieved when he saw Lin Jie's parents entangled him tearfully.

"Mr. Chen, please save Xiaojie, Xiaojie is also your student, he was just confused for a while."

The head teacher sighed, remembering the aggressive appearance of the couple just now, and thought "Why bother"!

At that time, if the couple asked Ji Lianhuo to speak a word, even if it was because Ji Lianhuo was an orphan, they would not be able to end up in the current situation.

"Mr. Chen, I beg you, Ji Lianhuo is still in your class, please tell Mr. Wang, as long as you keep Xiaojie out of the mess, we will definitely repay your kindness..."

"I can't say anything." Teacher Chen looked embarrassed and tried every means to get rid of the parents in front of him.

Lin Jie stood aside, looking at his parents who were usually arrogant, but now begging for help in a humble manner, and looking at Zhang Feng and his mother who were about to sneak away, he was suddenly furious.

"You traitor!" Lin Jie rushed forward and punched Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng's mother screamed in fright and wanted to pull Lin Jie, but Lin Jie slapped him aside.

"You still want to be a witness?" Lin Jie punched Zhang Feng on the bridge of the nose, his face flushed with anger, "You still want to testify against me!?"

"Lin Jie, stop!" The homeroom teacher immediately shouted, stepping forward to grab the student, but he was too old to pull the young student in front of him.

Seeing this, Lin Jie's parents stood where they were, with unconcealable anger towards Zhang Feng and his mother.

"You're on my team!" Lin Jie punched Zhang Feng again, his eyes turned red, "Even if I go in, I'll hold you!"

"Stop it!" Seeing that the head teacher was in a hurry, Lin Jie's parents stepped forward to help the head teacher pull the crazy son away.

Zhang Feng had half a tooth broken by Ji Lianhuo before, and now he suffered such a meal, lying on the ground and couldn't get up, his mind was buzzing, he couldn't help feeling sick, he turned his head and started to vomit.

"Quick, call an ambulance!" The head teacher almost collapsed.

After such a fuss, these two children will be considered useless this year!

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Wang Zhaomou took Ji Lianhuo to the hospital for treatment of his burns. As soon as he returned to the villa, he received a call from the head teacher.

Wang Zhaomou was not surprised to learn that the two students fought again after he left and were sent to the hospital.

"Mr. Wang, how is Ji Lianhuo's situation?" The head teacher asked with concern on the other end of the phone.

Wang Zhaomou glanced sideways at the young man sitting by the bed, "I went to the hospital to treat the burnt area, but fortunately it was a superficial second-degree burn, and the doctor said it would heal within two weeks."

"That's good." The teacher in charge breathed a sigh of relief, his voice still heavy.

"The countdown to the college entrance examination has begun, and the monthly exam is due next week. I, as a teacher, have a great responsibility for this incident."

"I can't blame you." Wang Zhaomou said in a gentle tone, "You lead two classes, and there are too many students. It's really hard to manage."

Hearing this, the teacher in charge felt a lot more at ease.

"Mr. Wang, after you all left, I asked the students in Ji Lianhuo's dormitory.

There are six people in a dormitory, and no one has spoken more than five words to Ji Lianhuo. Ji Lianhuo has been in school for a month, and he doesn't have a single friend. "

Listening to the teacher's reaction, Wang Zhaomou remained silent. This kind of situation is indeed not normal for a young child.

"Ji Lianhuo's upper bunk is a student named Luo Wuyi. He was the only one who said something nice about Ji Lianhuo in front of me, which reflected that Lin Jie and Zhang Feng had indeed been together for a long time.

I know that Ji Lianhuo's previous situation was very bad, and his psychology has undergone many changes, but it is also good to have a friend at school. "

The teacher in charge said euphemistically, and Wang Zhaomou had already heard what the teacher meant.

"I'll talk to Ji Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou looked at the time, said goodbye to the head teacher, and hung up the phone.

Putting away the phone, Wang Zhaomou walked towards the boy sitting by the bed, and looked down at the gauze on Ji Lianhuo's leg.

It was very painful to be scalded, and a layer of skin would have to be peeled off when there were blisters. It was at a critical time that this child encountered such a thing again.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo raised his head and met the man's eyes with a cautious tone and clear eyes, "Did the head teacher say anything?"

"Mr. Chen is concerned about your injury." Wang Zhaomou sat beside the young man and raised his hand to caress the top of the young man's head.

Ji Lianhuo subconsciously lowered his head and rubbed against the man's palm.

Sensing the boy's small movements, Wang Zhaomou smiled gently.

"You have been at school for almost a month. Do you have any new friends? You can invite me to your house some other day."

Ji Lianhuo was quiet for a moment, looked up at Wang Zhaomou and shook his head.

"Is it because you haven't met new friends?" Wang Zhaomou tried to show the caring gesture of an elder, with a soft voice, "Can you tell me why?"

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, raised his hand to take off his school uniform, pulled up the sweater under the school uniform, and turned his back to Wang Zhaomou, showing a shocking scar on his shoulder blade.

Wang Zhaomou had seen the scars on Ji Lianhuo's front before, but now looking at the scars on the back, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The boy's body was like a rag doll, covered with various scars, small and large, long and short, all over the back.I don't know how many beatings and injuries he suffered before entering the villa.

Ji Lianhuo put down his sweater and faced Wang Zhaomou with a bit of timidity in his eyes.

"Brother Zhaomou, isn't it ugly?"

Wang Zhaomou frowned and shook his head, trying to make the young man feel less inferior.

"Old Qi also has a lot of scars on his body. He used to be a special soldier, very powerful."

Hearing this, the worry in Ji Lianhuo's eyes dissipated, and turned into a little joy.

Uncle Qi was by brother Zhaomou's side, and was inseparable before. Will he be like this in the future?

"There's the longest one on the shoulder. It was chopped down by the gangsters on the street at Yehun Bar." Ji Lianhuo faced the man in front of him, his eyes moved slightly.

"Brother Zhaomou, the gangsters you let the driver hit."

Wang Zhaomou nodded and listened intently.

"Before that, they beat me once because I didn't pay the protection fee."

Ji Lianhuo touched his shoulder, "The injury is from that time."

Looking at the young man, Wang Zhaomou suddenly realized a contradiction that he hadn't noticed before.

Ji Lianhuo was with Ji Dabao at the time, and he couldn't beat the group of gangsters at all, and Ji Lianhuo was a taciturn, non-provoking character, so how could he fall into the position of being targeted by gangsters?

"When the bastards first came to collect the protection fee, I wanted to refuse, but I paid it because of Dabao." The young man lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.

"Some of the vendors on the same street as me were dissatisfied with the exploitation of the gangsters, so they joined forces in private and refused to pay them protection fees. Everyone spoke out righteously and said that they would fight against the gangsters together."

Ji Lianhuo looked up at Wang Zhaomou, his eyes hard to hide his disappointment.

"I believed it at the time."

Hearing this, Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and patted the young man's back.

"The hooligans came to me later, and they said that I was the only one who didn't pay the protection fee that week."

Ji Lianhuo smiled wryly.

"I didn't believe what they said at the time, thinking they were lying to me, but when my stall was overturned and the knife fell on me, I saw the stall owners who said that they wanted to fight gangsters together, and greeted them. Watch the lively customers sell things."

"People can't be trusted." Ji Lianhuo's lips turned white, "Except Brother Zhaomou."

"Where's the old man who sells sugar-fried chestnuts?" Wang Zhaomou touched the boy's head.

"Uncle Yu is the only one who didn't join the resistance from the beginning. Many stall owners called him cowardly." Ji Lianhuo enjoyed the comfort from the top of his head.

"But I don't think he's hypocritical at least."

Wang Zhaomou nodded thoughtfully, somewhat understanding why Ji Lianhuo had no friends at school.

Judging by the extent of the wound on the shoulder, there is definitely enough pain to remind the boy day and night of the consequences of trusting others.

It's hard to imagine that Ji Lianhuo seems to have placed extra trust in himself.

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and saw the gauze on the boy's leg, with a little blood oozing faintly.

"Does it hurt?" Wang Zhaomou lightly tapped the area near the gauze with his fingers, but saw Ji Lianhuo suddenly pull aside the school uniform and cover it over the wound.

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes and saw the boy's flushed face.