188: C188 Disfigurement

C188 Disfigurement

Mo Liming did not accept the apple that Mo Xiaohe handed to him. He was so angry that his brows were full of wrinkles. "Wait and see!"

Mo Xiaohe took a bite of the apple. It was crispy and quite tasty.

This made Mo Liming furious. This son of his was getting harder and harder to control!

"Dad, men don't have to make things difficult for men. You opened the winery according to your preferences and I chose to enlist in the army because I liked it. We can sit down and talk. " Mo Xiaohe said shamelessly.

You want to have a nice chat now? Mo Liming stared at him.

"You had a good chat with Second Uncle when you cut him down first?" What man had the heart to make things difficult for a man, the Mo family was not a sissy!

"Cut the crap, it's the same if you take off your clothes earlier or later!" Mo Liming and Mo Xiaohe's biggest disagreement was here. One wanted him to do business, while the other didn't. Two burly figures stood in this small ward, the smell of smoke seemed to be in the air, and Little Jiu Jiu quietly grabbed onto his blanket, preparing to pull it.

"Did you really drink the broken piece? You nodded about being a soldier. " Mo Xiaohe met Mo Liming's ice-cold gaze and said with determination and calmness.

"He still dares to mention it!" You and Second Uncle are going to get drunk together, and you still have reason to do that? "

He had never agreed to be a soldier. This Mo Xiaohe had teamed up with his brother to fix his business, and now he was even bringing up this issue.

"I will never be able to keep up with a promise. Father taught me that." Mo Xiaohe said leisurely.

What a good man! He will never be able to keep up with his words. Mo Liming glared at him. Even if he had anger in his heart, he wouldn't be able to vent it out.

As expected, the fight didn't start. Mo Liming left with a dark face, while Xiao Jiu turned over and was a bit depressed.

"Brother Mo, that's your dad after all. There's no point in arguing with him." Little Jiu Jiu was afraid that the fire in his heart would be detrimental to his body.

"Then what do you think is meaningful?" A father's filial piety? Mo Liming was not kind at all!

"Don't be angry, no matter what, he is your father. Our village says that if our son doesn't fight with your father, that is filial duty."

"Then I'll take off my clothes?" Mo Xiaohe asked him with a dark expression.

Xiao Jiu choked. He knew Platoon Leader and Wang Xianliang's respect for Mo Xiaohe. Mo Xiaohe was a promising person, it was too much of a pity to take off his clothes like this.

The night was as cool as water, and a gauzy moonlight covered the land. Mu Qingqing stood by the window of the ward and closed her eyes to look at the person downstairs. This little tail had been following her for several days now, but she still couldn't tell who he was.

She was lost in thought. She had never seen this person in her previous life, but she remembered that at this time in her career as a woman, she was so depressed that she almost wanted to jump off a building.

The reason was because every time Su Cuiyun made a phone call, she would not pay for the living expenses. Her words were all saying that Mu Family was so poor that they didn't have a single cent, so Mu Anren didn't give her any money. Upon hearing these words, Mu Qingqing suddenly felt that her life was a burden. For a moment, she just couldn't think straight.

The most difficult time had already passed. As Mu Qingqing thought of these things, the strength in her palms increased.

Su Cuiyun was too harsh on her.

On the morning of the third day, Mu Qingqing got up early to go home. When Mo Xiaohe pushed open the door and entered, the ward was empty.

"Where's the patient?" Mo Xiaohe was a bit confused. Could it be that this girl went to an ordinary ward?

"We can't find her either. We didn't see her when we checked out this morning." The nurse was also very depressed. She was just a living person, and a fourteen-year-old girl. Her face was injured, so she shouldn't commit suicide because she couldn't bear it!

"She didn't transfer to an ordinary ward?" Mo Xiaohe asked in confusion.

"No, there's no record of transfer here." The nurse shook her head.

Mo Xiaohe backed out and immediately called Aa Qi and Aa Jiu to ask them to find Mu Qingqing's whereabouts.

With her head wrapped in gauze, Mu Qingqinglei left for school. His eye-catching appearance caused a bunch of school alumni to watch the show.

"A mummy!" Yang Xiaolin, of course, did not let go of this interesting story.

"Qingqing, you should go back to the hospital. You're injured to such an extent, yet you still came to school. You really fought with your life on the line." Xiao Huali stared at her worriedly. She could tell that the accident had been caused solely by her face.

"There are a lot of courses in high school. I'm afraid I can't keep up with them." Mu Qingqing insisted on staying in the classroom. She didn't want to meet Zhan Yufei under the same roof. That kind of feeling made her feel suffocated.

"I finally know how you got a top scholar like me!" Xiao Huali had no choice but to give up. Mu Qingqing's injuries were already so severe that her face was disfigured. Did she not care at all?

In class, Mu Qingqing became the target of praise from the teachers of the various subjects. Mu Qingqing was the target of praise from the teachers of the various subjects. Afterwards, he also hit Xiao Huali. As the last in the entire school, he wanted to learn more about Mu Qingqing's spirit.

This matter caused Mu Qingqing to furrow her brows. Her best friend was always being beaten like this, so she didn't feel too good about it.

After the class, a slim figure walked into the grade office with light steps.

The blue and white grid was separated into desks. The quiet office only had the sound of flipping papers.

"Mr. Wu." Mu Qingqing whispered.

"That's right." The square-faced man with his head buried in the pile of books raised his head and looked at her with a solemn expression. What's the matter? "

Mu Qingqing looked at the surroundings hesitantly. All the teachers were in this office. If they talked later, it might anger them.

"We'll talk about it when we get out?" Mu Qingqing asked the class teacher for his opinion.

Mr. Wu thought for a while, got up and walked out.

In the corridor, Mu Qingqing's hand rested on the stainless steel railing, her gaze fixed on the distant green lawn.

"What is it?" Mr. Wu looked at her with a serious face. Usually, he was not smiling, but now he was even more serious.

"Teacher, Xiao Huali and I are very good friends. She usually works very hard. Girls all have their own pride. The more frequently you talk about her, the more it would be a blow to her. " Mu Qingqing was a little nervous after calmly saying this. She didn't know what Mr. Wu would do with it.

The serious person beside him suddenly laughed.

"Mr. Wu?" Mu Qingqing looked at him in shock.

"You are an honorable figure of our school. I didn't expect that there would be a day when I, as a teacher, would be taught by my own students." Mr. Wu's face carried a trace of a smile. His depressed expression became much brighter because of this smile.

Mu Qingqing lowered her head in embarrassment. She wasn't trying to educate her teachers, she just felt that their actions would harm Xiao Huali's psyche.

"To beat her up because she's the head of the student affairs office." Mr. Wu felt a bit helpless.

The head of the student affairs office? Isn't that Chen Yan, Xiao Huali's uncle?

Mu Qingqing immediately understood. She had been asked by someone else to help her.

"But, you're knocking on every subject teacher, aren't you afraid of ruining her?" Every time she ordered Mu Qingqing's name in class, she would order Xiao Huali's name again. Even a saint couldn't bear to be knocked on like this.

"The purpose of our school's education is to make every student improve." Mr. Wu said meaningfully. After teaching for so many years, this was the first time he saw the first person in his class speaking up for the last person.

It had to be said that Mu Qingqing's brilliance was the glory of the entire Third National Male Middle School. Not only did this student have good grades, he also had a good character. When Mr. Wu chatted with the teachers in the office, he would inevitably mention Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing went silent.

Recently, Xiao Huali's depression had gone up a level. Other than the pain Zhou Guangjie brought to her, the majority of it was the daily beating by the teachers that made her lose face, making her unable to raise her head in class. Mu Qingqing was really worried that she would get depressed if this went on.

"Teacher, she is a straightforward person. Recently, she has been working very hard. Can I ask you and the other teachers to leave some face for her? Don't beat her up like this every day." Mu Qingqing mustered up her courage to plead to the teacher in charge, who was known as the black-faced teacher.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Mu Qingqing continued, "She would look for me for supplementary lessons on Saturday and Sunday. Her foundation in junior high is too poor. I'm from the same town as her. Previously, she was very cheerful and lively, but recently, she has become more and more depressed. I'm afraid that if she goes on like this, she will get depressed. "

Mr. Wu's expression was intriguing when he heard the words' depression '.1

The bell for class rang. Mr. Wu said with a dark expression: "Got it, you can go back to class."

Seeing that he wasn't well, Mu Qingqing turned around and walked towards the classroom.

The autumn afternoon was particularly lazy. There were many people dozing off in the classroom, and even Mu Qingqing became a bit tired. Xiao Huali straightened her back and listened to the lecture with such relish that Mu Qingqing, like a chick, dozed off.

This girl's cultivation went berserk, Mu Qingqing thought to herself.

"The old devil is here!" It was unknown who called out in a low voice, but then the sounds of books flipping started to increase in the classroom. The teacher adjusted his glasses, spittle flying from his lecture.

"Teacher Yuan, sorry to bother you." With a serious square face, he greeted the teacher and called out Mu Qingqing's name.

Mu Qingqing was confused and walked out of the classroom. When she walked out, she saw Mu Anren, who was standing on the corridor.

He wore a thick suit, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious.

"You guys chat." When Mr. Wu went to his office, only Mu Anren and Mu Qingqing were left in the corridor.

"Child, you're already injured, why are you still coming to school?" Mu Anren's tone was very gentle, but more of it was heartache. After waking up from the alcohol, he heard Aunt Qiong say that Mu Qingqing hadn't come back for the whole night. Only then did he wake up from his stupor and think of the car accident yesterday. He rushed back to the hospital, but he couldn't even see Mu Qingqing.

"I haven't been in this school for long, so I don't want to miss too many classes because of taking leave." I don't want to specialize.

Mu Anren's gaze fell on her head that was wrapped in gauze, "Qingqing, although learning is important, Daddy is more worried about your body. Listen to your dad, I'll tell your teacher to take a few days off from school, recover from your injuries, and then come back to class. "

The accident was an accident, but the one who was out of luck was Mu Qingqing. Mu Anren felt bad inside.

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