Chapter 338 It Hurts Again [Update]

Jiang Rou walked into the simple office with heavy steps.

When Yang Zhenzhen saw her, her eyes widened in surprise.

We haven't even arranged anyone to notify them, how come it came so quickly?

Jiang Rou didn't notice Yang Zhenzhen's existence at all. She was looking for Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaohua anxiously. After seeing the child, she couldn't take her eyes off them.

Two little children were hugging each other tightly.

Zhou Xiaohua was completely hidden in Zhou Xiaochuan's arms. No one could see her face, only her fragile back.

The little shoulders were still twitching.

You can tell at first glance that she is crying.

Zhou Xiaohua couldn't make any sound. When she cried, it was just silent tears with watery eyes. She looked so pitiful.

How could someone bully such a young and soft girl?

Jiang Rou's heart almost broke.

She looked at Zhou Xiaohua and also at Zhou Xiaochuan.

Zhou Xiaochuan's clothes were wrinkled, his trouser legs were covered with dust, and his face was also covered with dust.

The boy had a handsome face, with two scratches on the left side of his cheek.

Although it was a shallow wound and no blood was seen, it was obvious that he had been caught.

This is the evidence of being beaten!

Jiang Rou's heart ached again.

At the same time, a surge of anger arose.

How dare you bully her child? Even if he is still a child, she cannot let him go!

"Comrade Jiang, you're here. I was just about to look for you..."

Yang Zhenzhen spoke after being surprised.

but.

Jiang Rou seemed not to have heard her voice and walked right past Yang Zhenzhen.

She walked towards Zhou Xiaohua and Zhou Xiaochuan.

Slow down and suppress your anger a little.

Jiang Rou restrained herself as much as possible and spoke softly.

"Xiaochuan, Xiaohua, mom is here."

When Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaohua heard the familiar gentle voice, they slowly raised their heads.

The moment they both looked up.

Jiang Rou's suppressed anger was almost unbearable.

The scratch on Zhou Xiaochuan's face is near his left eye, just below the eyelid.

Because he was too close, his eyes had not only black pupils, but also obvious red bloodshot, an abnormal blood color.

Zhou Xiaohua looks even more pitiful.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, and were red and watery.

His face was also wet.

The haggard and pitiful little girl burst into tears as soon as she saw Jiang Rou.

Even Zhao Guifen couldn't help but blurt it out.

"Oh my God, why are you crying like this? What kind of injustice have you suffered? Did you even beat the little girl?"

Zhou Xiaohua's tears were streaming down her face as she looked at Jiang Rou with watery eyes.

[Mom, Mom, hug me...]

Jiang Rou reached out and hugged Zhou Xiaohua carefully and lovingly.

Zhou Xiaohua softly lay in Jiang Rou's arms, her little arms tightly wrapped around Jiang Rou's neck, and her wet little face was buried in them.

She hid herself like an ostrich.

The damp and cold tears stuck to Jiang Rou's skin.

Jiang Rou tightened her arms and hugged Zhou Xiaohua tightly, while reaching out to touch Zhou Xiaochuan's entire body.

Especially the areas covered by clothes.

"Xiaochuan, does it hurt?"

Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

Everything seemed fine, there were no injuries on his body. The only scars were on his face, which were two scratches.

Jiang Rou felt a little relieved.

She frowned, looked at Yang Zhenzhen with a stern expression and asked.

"Teacher Yang, who beat Xiaochuan?"

Zhao Guifen immediately followed up, "Teacher Yang, we sent our children to school properly. Xiaochuan and Xiaohua were so well behaved. How come they were beaten up in just half a day? Whose children are they? Tell me quickly!"

Yang Zhenzhen listened and felt a little confused.

"Wait... Don't be so anxious, let me start from the beginning..."

Zhao Guifen: "How can we not be anxious? Teacher Yang, you are still young, you have never been married, and you don't have children. Children are so important to mothers. Xiaochuan and Xiaohua, they are the lifeblood of Roumei!"

Jiang Rou asked, "Whose child is this?"

Yang Zhenzhen: "No... Xiaochuan was not beaten... Just listen to me..."

When Zhao Guifen heard this, he started to get anxious.

"What? Xiaohua is crying like this, Xiaochuan has injuries on his face, and they haven't been beaten yet? Teacher Yang, you can't lie with your eyes open."

Jiang Rou's tone was still cold, her expression serious and fierce, "Whose child is this?"

“I already said I wasn’t beaten…”

Yang Zhenzhen was anxious and panicked, and was speechless.

The more anxious she was, the more unclear her explanation became. Looking at Jiang Rou's expression, she was a little scared.

Once you are afraid, it becomes even harder to explain.

"That's him! See for yourself!"

Yang Zhenzhen was helpless and could only point a finger.

Jiang Rou and Zhao Guifen turned their heads at the same time.

This teacher's office is not big at all, it's just a small narrow room.

In the middle is a desk, which is used by teachers Yang Zhenzhen and Ding Yunfei in turn.

The environment is very simple, there is not even a window.

So the inner corner of the room looks pitch black.

Jiang Rou and Zhao Guifen were both concerned about their children. As soon as they entered the room and saw Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaohua, they naturally ignored other places.

So I didn't notice the dirty corner.

Now take a closer look.

Then I realized there was a boy sitting there.

The child looked to be about seven or eight years old and was much stronger than Zhou Xiaochuan.

What was more eye-catching than the child's figure was his face.

The boy's face was covered in bruises, all signs of being beaten.

Both eyes were swollen, the nose looked crooked, there was blood on the face that had not been wiped off, and there were two pieces of paper stuffed in the nostrils, which seemed to have barely stopped the bleeding.

Just that face looks miserable.

Not to mention his body, which looked even shabbier with traces of mud all over it.

And the weird lower body...

The boy was not wearing pants on his lower body, but a piece of clothing, so he seemed to be naked underneath.

Jiang Rou looked at the boy with a frown on her face, but she didn't make any immediate judgment.

Zhao Guifen shouted.

"Hey! Whose child is this? Why was he beaten like this?"

As her eyes fell on the boy, he shrank his body pitifully, his face wrinkled in all colors, and he almost cried.

Yang Zhenzhen finally had the chance to speak.

"His name is Wang Fugui, he is a kid from the village, and he was the one who had the fight with Xiaochuan this time."

Jiang Rou raised an eyebrow.

She understood something.

Zhao Guifen was still in a daze.

"What? This boy is the one who fought with Xiaochuan? How did he get beaten like this? It was so serious, who beat him? It couldn't be Xiaochuan, right? Xiaochuan is younger than him, not as tall as him, how could he beat him? Impossible, impossible, Teacher Yang, you must be mistaken."

Yang Zhenzhen shook her head. "I wasn't mistaken. It was the two of them... who were fighting."

Zhao Guifen: (ΩДΩ)