"...Let's be honest first." Fang Yong opened the car door for him and instructed, "Remember to call the school committee, she should be anxious."

"I understand, I'm nagging!" Bo Qiancheng slowly sat in, his body hurt, but when he looked at the neat row of fat balls on the broken screen, he smiled with a grin.

She made several calls just when he was dealing with the wound in the clinic.

What an old mom!

Just like that...do you care about him?

I felt excited and had a clean break after entering the house.

Bo Yuanqing, who was on a business trip, came back, and his suitcases were piled at the door, with empty boxes loosely spread out, and the packaging was written with foreign languages ​​that he couldn't understand.

Where to participate in academic exchanges this time?

As soon as he left the entrance hall, before he had time to change his shoes, he was shouted by the elegant middle-aged man: "Where are you going to fool around again?! Look at what time it is now!"

The classical clock in the living room, the hour hand is slowly sliding from the number 10 to 11.

Bo Qiancheng twitched impatiently, and ignored him on weekdays, but now he put on a parental aura.

The blood on the clothes and the gauze on the corners of the lips were exposed to the bright lights in the living room. Bo Yuanqing, who was originally angry, felt a little panicked, but couldn't hide his face. He still asked in a tough voice: "What's wrong with your injuries?! Who did you fight?"

The hand climbed up and was brushed away impatiently by the boy: "You want to care! Don't be hypocritical."

"I'm hypocritical? I'm caring about you! Where did your blood come from? Who beat it?"

The man frowned, full of anxiety.

But in Bo Qiancheng's eyes, this way was unspeakable, which made him disgusted.

He shook away the man's hand that stretched out again, pulled the wound, and burst into tears in pain, but he gritted his teeth tightly, refusing to show a trace of fragility.

He sarcastically said, "What can I do if I tell you? Call me back?"

"Yes, I'll go to school to find your teacher tomorrow! Ask him how he disciplines students and hits people! They all have bleeding! Is it reasonable?!"

"Come on, don't be embarrassed. You're not a primary school student. If you fight, you'll ask your parents to judge him. "

He pushed Bo Yuanqing, but the man was unprepared, so he almost fell down.

Seeing this, Li Rou, who was sitting on the sofa, pushed the perfume that Bo Yuanqing brought back from France, stood up and scolded coldly: "Why did you talk to your father? He worked hard to travel outside. The first thing he said when he came back was to ask you how you were doing recently. You kid are too heartless."

Bo Qiancheng ignored her and was too lazy to change her shoes, so he just wanted to go back to his room as soon as possible.

Li Rou did not let him go and continued to criticize him, "Look at you like a crazy person! I talked about cutting my hair last time at a parent-teacher meeting! How long has it been? The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Don't let your father down again when you visit relatives like last year!"

This sentence finally tripped the young man's footsteps. He sneered and turned around: "I'm embarrassed? Didn't you say you're disgusting when you see my face? How dare I cut it? Maybe this time I'm not just scissors, but fruit knife and watermelon knife!"

Li Rou's face suddenly changed. Seeing Bo Yuanqing's confusing gaze, she panicked and shouted at Bo Qiancheng: "What are you talking about?! If you don't cut it, don't cut it. You have grown up and your wings are hard. I can't control you anyway."

Bo Qiancheng hummed without a smile, poking his heart with his hands, and his voice was sarcastic: "I am a scar body. Thanks to you, this injury will never be eliminated in my life. Today, the doctor went to the clinic and asked me how the injury came about. I thought it was my enemy stabbed. I was embarrassed to say that it was my biological mother stabbed! I was stabbed when I was ten years old!"

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