Chapter 161 Protecting
The intense pain made the man quickly release her.
Bo Jinyan instinctively reached out and wiped his injured lip with his fingertip.
When I removed my finger, the pad of my finger was covered in bright red blood, which was particularly glaring.
He frowned slightly, then stared intently at her.
Instead of getting angry, he placed his hand on her head and gently stroked it, saying, "If this makes you feel better, I'm willing to endure it..."
After Bo Jinyan finished speaking, she looked up in shock, staring at him in disbelief.
Is he crazy?
She had just bitten him, but instead of getting angry, he comforted her...
Sang Ruo subconsciously raised her hand and slapped her hand away from her head.
She looked up at him and glared at him, unable to resist cursing, "You madman!"
Then, she quickly turned around, placed her hand on the doorknob without hesitation, opened the door, and left.
Bo Jinyan followed her out and stood by the corridor, watching her receding figure, his eyes gradually darkening.
A series of sharp pains came from the corner of my lips.
He stood in front of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, the bright red on his lips particularly striking.
Even though it hurt a lot, the corners of his lips still turned up slightly for a moment.
That's all.
It's alright since she bit me.
After finishing her meal, Sang Ruo returned to work at the clinic.
She wanted to forget what happened today as soon as possible, but as soon as she stopped working, she couldn't help but recall the scenes in the restroom.
But no matter what, she didn't regret biting him...
At dusk, there was a wind in the tower.
When Song Linlin got home, she said that the school food wasn't very good and she preferred Sang Ruo's cooking.
"Then Aunt Xiaoru will get up early tomorrow and cook you some food so you can take it to school, okay?"
"Really? But if that's the case..." Song Linlin looked up at her, her voice lowered slightly, "Won't Aunt Xiaoruo be working too hard? After all, you see so many patients every day, it must be quite tiring."
"It's okay, Aunt Xiaoru will get some rest earlier at night from now on."
If it's to make sure the children have delicious meals, what's a little extra effort?
After Sang Ruo repaired the incense burner, she hasn't taken on any new orders in the past few days.
The first reason was that I was in a bad mood, and the second reason was that I needed to rest early at night so that I could cook for Song Linlin the next day.
For the next few days, she would get up early almost every day to prepare meals for Song Linlin so he could take them to school.
However, Bo Jinyan did not appear by her side again in the past few days, and she finally had some peace and quiet.
There was absolutely no movement from Bojinzhou, and life gradually became much calmer.
On Friday, the school was holding a parent-teacher meeting. The teacher informed her to come to the school around noon so she could have lunch with her child and see how she was doing on campus. The meeting would officially start at 2 p.m.
Because this was her first time attending Song Linlin's parent-teacher conference, she took it very seriously.
She had already driven to school before noon.
It was lunchtime, and after hearing that her child was eating in the cafeteria, she headed towards it.
I looked around the cafeteria but couldn't find the child anywhere.
Just as she was about to call her homeroom teacher, she suddenly heard a scream from the crowd.
It was Song Linlin's scream.
Sang Ruo quickly turned her head upon hearing the sound and looked towards the location in the crowd.
Although many people were watching, she still managed to see through a few gaps that Bo Yukang was tugging at Song Linlin's clothes.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "These are clothes my mother made! You can't wear clothes my mother made! Take them off right now!"
"Bo Yukang, let me go right now! Don't tear my clothes."
Song Linlin quickly reached out and slapped his hand away, then tightly protected her clothes, refusing to let him touch her again.
"Why do you get to eat my mother's cooking? I can't even get to eat it! Why do you get to?"
"I'll throw it all away! I'll make you eat it..."
Bo Yukang suddenly picked up the lunchbox on the table and dumped it directly on the ground.
His actions caused an uproar.
"Wasting food is absolutely shameful!"
"Exactly! No matter what, you shouldn't throw away the food, right?"
"How awful!"
...
Suddenly, various voices of discussion reached Bo Yukang's ears.
The children at this school are all highly intelligent, and each of them is fearless, constantly pointing and gesturing at him.
"What do you know? If you don't know the truth, don't spout nonsense!"
Bo Yukang, however, looked directly at the classmates beside him who were discussing amongst themselves.
In the end, their gaze settled on Song Linlin.
Song Linlin was squatting in front of the discarded food, hugging her arms, tears streaming down her face.
"This is the meal Aunt Xiaoru made for me early this morning, and it's even my favorite pork ribs. Now that you've thrown it away, I'm going to go hungry today..."
Then, Song Linlin's sobs grew louder and louder, prompting those around her to speak up for her.
Bo Yukang was furious and suddenly pulled her up from the ground: "What are you pretending for? This is mine. My mother made this food, and the clothes you're wearing are also made by my mother. You..."
“Bo Yukang! Give me your assistant.”
Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.
When Bo Yukang heard this voice, his back stiffened instantly, and the hand that was holding Song Linlin's arm trembled involuntarily.
He turned around at the sound and immediately saw Sang Ruo striding towards him.
He quickly released Song Linlin's hand and then stood aside.
Yet, there was not a trace of regret on his face.
Sang Ruo quickly pulled Song Linlin to her side, glaring angrily at Bo Yukang in front of her: "What are you doing? Why are you bullying her?"
Bo Yukang looked up at her and said bluntly, "You cook for her and make clothes for her, but you don't cook for me or make clothes for me. I'm so angry!"
“If you have any complaints, you can just tell me. Why did you tear her clothes? And you threw away the food! How did I raise you when you were a child? How could you waste food like this!”
Annoyance welled up in Sang Ruo's heart, and her eyes were filled with a coldness.
Bo Yukang looked up and met her gaze, her voice rising considerably: "Did I say something wrong? You are my mother, and it's one thing for you not to cook or make clothes for me, but you go and cook and make clothes for other children! You have no sense of responsibility at all!"
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