The moment Song Shiwei's father called out his name, Wang Changhua suddenly understood what a double blow of body and spirit was.

Even if the body is beaten, the spirit must also be deceived.

However, he still sniffed, pointed at a boy in school uniform not far away, and said aggrievedly: "Uncle Song, I'm not Chen Zhu, he is."

"Um?"

Song Shiwei's father looked at the intact "genuine masterpiece" and was a little stunned.

He rushed to the school after receiving a call from his daughter. Through the "review" between his daughter and a particularly talkative girl with a pair of small tiger teeth, he roughly knew what was going on:

It turns out that Weiwei was often harassed by a poor student named "Li Jianming" in school;

Later, a boy named "Chen Zhu" in the class finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to drive Li Jianming away, so he was resented;

Tonight, Li Jianming asked someone to take Chen Zhu out to teach him a lesson. I heard that he was injured;

So that my daughter, who never likes to show off her family conditions, would actually find me, which shows that she is really angry.

So when Song Shiwei's father came in and saw Wang Changhua with a bruised nose and swollen face, he mistook him for Chen Zhu and grabbed him to thank him.

"What's going on..."

Although Song Shiwei's father was quick-thinking, he couldn't figure things out for a while, so he turned to his daughter for instructions.

Song Shiwei didn't admit her mistake. She saw Chen Zu when she came in. She just looked at the lively client, and her clear eyes were confused for a moment.

Finally, Chen Peisong stood up and took the initiative to break the strange atmosphere: "Director Song..."

"You know him?"

Mao Xiaoqin asked curiously.

"Song Zuomin, executive director of CITIC Securities, is often in the newspapers."

Chen Peisong told his wife in a low voice.

"It turned out to be him."

Chen Zhu was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the father of Song School Beauty was actually Song Zuomin.

This person seems to be quite famous in the financial industry in eastern Guangdong, but his peak moment coincides with his own.

It was more than ten years after Chen Zhu started trading stocks at work. By that time, Song Zuomin had already retreated to the second line. Except for participating in some high-level domestic and provincial economic conferences, he usually did not appear in the public eye.

At that time, when I was occasionally photographed, he looked like an old expert with gray hair, but he was not as high-spirited as he is now.

Song Zuomin, with the ladder handed over by Old Chen, also walked over to shake hands and greet him: "Is Chen Zuo your child?"

"Quinzi Quanzi..."

Lao Chen said a few words modestly, and also told Song Zuomin the truth about the process during the greetings.

Song Zuomin was also stunned for a while after hearing this. The cause was not a problem, but who would have thought that there was a slight deviation in the process, which led to an oolong result.

"No matter what, I want to thank your family Chen Zhu!"

Song Zuomin seemed to be talking to Chen Peisong, but in fact he looked at Chen Zhu and looked at him carefully.

Chen Zhu responded with a smile. With his father Chen Peisong present, he, a high school student, didn't need to say much.

Song Zuomin felt that this was a sign of Chen Zhu's lack of self-respect, and his first impression of him was even better.

Mao Xiaoqin was not idle either. Her row originally had three seats, and next to her were Chen Zhu and Huang Baihan.

However, Queen Mother Mao looked at Song Shiwei standing still, patted the two boys on the shoulders and said, "You guys go and sit in the back."

"oh."

Chen Zhu and Huang Baihan didn't say anything and obediently gave up their positions.

Mao Xiaoqin moved her buttocks, pulled Song Shiwei's little hand, and said with a smile: "Your name is Weiwei, right? Are you tired of standing? Come sit here with Auntie."

In fact, Song Shiwei's personality was not very used to the sudden approach of strangers.

However, Queen Mother Mao's smile was sincere and warm, and even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes contained the kindness of a middle-aged woman. Song Shiwei could probably feel this kindness, and hesitated for a while, but finally sat down next to Mao Xiaoqin.

Queen Mother Mao looked at the bright-eyed and white-toothed Song Shiwei next to her, seemingly not feeling the coldness and alienation on her body at all, and asked with a smile: "Your nickname is Weiwei, what is your nickname?"

Song Shiwei moved the corner of his mouth and replied quietly: "Song Shiwei."

"This name sounds nice and very ladylike. Who gave it to you?"

Mao Xiaoqin praised him and continued to ask naturally.

"grandfather."

Song Shiwei was obviously not used to this style of chatting. His face was expressionless, but his palms silently grasped a corner of his school uniform.

"The older generation is quite good at naming. Our grandfather also gave Chen the name. I just hope that he will be more calm in his work and conduct in the future..."

Probably middle-aged women have the ability to easily break down each other's social barriers while chatting.

While chatting, Song Shiwei suddenly turned his head and glanced at Chen Zhu.

Chen Zhu actually felt a sense of "asking for help" from this look.

Chen Zhu responded with a "helpless" look, saying that if you don't want to talk, just leave by yourself. I won't interfere.

"Your mother is pretty awesome too."

Huang Baihan said with a naive smile: "I don't think the school beauty Song has said so much nonsense in a week."

"Not all middle-aged mothers are like this."

Chen Zhu curled his lips and said, "The first time I went to your house to play with you, your mother asked me how old I was and where I lived..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard Mao Xiaoqin ask kindly: "Weiwei, in what month were you born..."

Chen Zhu and Huang Baihan looked at each other, and suddenly felt like "you have finished speaking."

At this time, the principal of the school, He Yong, also came over and greeted Song Zuomin politely.

Song Zuomin's face became solemn, and he didn't show off his face at all. He asked straight to the point: "Principal He, I just want to ask you, how do you plan to deal with this matter? How do you plan to deal with the student named Li Jianming?"

"this……"

He Yong was also in a bit of a dilemma. It was not that he wanted to protect Li Jianming, but if he really wanted to expel him, he would have to report it to the Education Bureau. That would be a stain on Li Jianming.

However, he also understood Song Zuomin's anger as a father.

My daughter has been pestered by a boy at school for so long, and neither the school nor the teacher noticed?

In fact, He Yong also feels that he has been wronged. Don't you know what your daughter's beauty is?

Every time during recess, there are always two or three boys running outside the classroom of Class 11, just to catch a glimpse of your daughter, and then go back to brag with their classmates.

Li Jianming's pursuit of Song Shiwei was actually well known to his third-year high school teachers and he reminded him many times.

But Li Jianming never dared to cross the red line. The most he received every day was verbal harassment, and he would leave after being reprimanded. You can't fire someone just because of this...

But these words cannot be said, otherwise Song Zuomin will be even more angry.

In fact, Song Zuomin had already made arrangements as soon as he heard the news. At this time, he answered a few more calls, and then said to He Yong: "I have already called Mr. Qi from the municipal bureau. I believe he will find him soon."

You are."

He Yong was a little confused when he heard that "Lao Qi" was the executive deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau, in charge of various high schools in Guangdong City.

If he knew about this, there would be no need to hesitate anymore.

Therefore, it is really not that easy to be a middle school and high school teacher. Some students’ parents have strong social resources and can bypass the school to promote something.

Here a group of people chatted and negotiated terms, while over there Wang Changhua's family sat alone.

"Long flower."

Wang Changhua was really puzzled: "Why is it that you are the one who was injured and everyone is surrounding Chen Zhu, but don't you have a few classmates to visit you?"

"Why not?"

Wang Changhua retorted forcefully: "It's just that my friends don't know, otherwise they would all come over and this small police station wouldn't even be able to stand."

"Hmph~"

Mother probably also knew Wang Changhua’s habit of bragging, so she sneered and said:

"I don't want that much. As long as you can find a girl who is similar to the girl just now, I will consider that your three years of high school have not been in vain."

Just now she thought Song Shiwei was here to visit her son, but she made a mistake and felt quite humiliated.

"Song Shiwei is actually not very beautiful, right?"

Wang Changhua started to look for love frantically: "There is another person named Yu Xian in our school. Mom, let me tell you, she looks..."

His mother waited for a while and found that Wang Changhua had no movement, so she couldn't help but ask: "What does he look like?"

Wang Changhua's Adam's apple rolled and she pointed at the door of the office hall: "She looks like that."

Wang Changhua's mother looked over and saw two more girls in high school uniforms standing at the door of the police station.

One of them was particularly beautiful, and she was over 1.7 meters tall, but she seemed to be running a little hastily, holding on to the door frame and trying to adjust her breathing.

Her long, highlighted burgundy hair looked a little messy due to sweat. A few strands were stuck to her temples. She brushed them aside, revealing a delicate face with oval seeds. Her flushed and sweaty cheeks exuded a healthy glow.

, and also adds a bit of charm and softness.

"Coming to see you?"

Wang Changhua's mother was a little suspicious.

"Uh-huh……"

Wang Changhua only glanced at Yu Xian secretly, and neither of them spoke. Now she could only make up a reason to respond.

Still, his father couldn't stand it anymore, so he pushed his wife and said, "They went to find Chen Zhu again. To blame, I can only blame your son for not really being Chen Zhu."

(The plot of this chapter is over. This is not a real Shura field. Everyone is just taking care of them. After all, they are about to graduate~)
Chapter completed!