Dousha Bao

Chen Jiao's expression was a little cold, and his eyebrows were twisted. He looked at Wang Yincheng and pointed to the messy group of people in the hall: "I'm really annoying. It's a big **** to fight a little boy!"

Wang Yincheng saw that Chen Jiao was all sweat on his forehead and said, "What's going on?"

"Hey, don't mention it! The boys in my son's class are fighting with a group of juniors in junior class! In fact, it's okay, no big deal, the teacher has to pull it off early, but there is a fat little scalp in junior class It was cut off. The kindergarten had its own way of dealing with this kind of thing, and it would not be so troublesome, but the little fat mother came over and didn’t take it. The fat man had money. Last year, he funded a music building for the school. People don’t work at home! My son and a boy in his class can take the lead and move their hands first. Once the fat mother’s mother makes trouble, other children’s parents also start making trouble. Fucking..."

"..." Wang Yincheng had never raised a child. He didn't know that bringing a child would face various embarrassing things. He didn't know how to comfort Chen Jiao.

However, Chen Jiao suddenly turned and stared at his face for a while: "Hey, I said it is a son, no wonder the head of the family will admit the wrong person, you look too much like my son's child."

Wang Yincheng thought it was embarrassing and inexplicable when he thought about the matter just now. How much does it take to admit it at first glance? !

Chen Jiao looked again: "Hey, hey, I haven't seen that kid very much. I just glanced at the teacher when he shouted him away. I didn't pay much attention to it now. Like!" Chen Jiao has always been responsible for picking up his son Ye Fei, and has always known that there is a man named Liu Xu who has a good relationship with his son, but he hasn't seen much, because Liu Heng will pick up his son on time no matter how busy he is. Time is in control. But Chen Jiao is a heartless and heartless person, and basically will be late every time he picks up his son. Fortunately, most of the parents who came to pick up the children were not able to pinch the time, so Chen Jiao's unreliability was assimilated by the entire army's unreliability.

Wang Yincheng took a break in his heart and moved his face to look at the pile of people not far away, suddenly thinking that the child should now be in the big class.

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If even Chen Jiao would feel like it, then of course other people might also admit their mistakes, including the fat mom,

The woman is very young, her skin color is white and dressy, she is embellished with pearlescent jewels, a jade necklace and an agate bracelet gold chain. She just hugged her son in the infirmary for a good baby. It is no wonder that she is angry now In the end, his family invested a lot of money to build a music building. In the end, his son was beaten without cutting his scalp.

The woman ran on the second floor, and Wang Yincheng was glimpsed at the staircase, holding a skirt and pointing at Wang Yincheng, and said angrily: "It is your son who encouraged the child to fight, and also beat my baby!!!? What are you doing? How to educate children? How to be a parent!!! How come my baby, who is so good, was beaten by the uncultivated one in your family!!!"

The woman ran up and stood in front of Wang Yincheng with glaring glare, and the jewel earrings of the sapphire blue shook people's eyes.

Chen Jiao and Wang Yin were stunned, and Wang Yincheng hadn't had time to speak. Chen Jiao calmly scolded: "I'm so..."

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The woman didn't expect to come up to be reasonable but she was scolded for no reason. "You, what are you talking about?"

Relying on the handrail, Chen Jiao has already reached the limit. His own son is not a baby? He is better than anyone else! ! ? Is your son beaten? Isn't my son beaten? ? Don't look at the group of boys in junior class as well as playing hormones, is it better than Ye Feizhuang! !

Chen Jiao had no patience at all. He pulled his cuffs away and opened the neckline. He had stayed here for more than an hour. At the beginning, he heard that his son took the lead in fighting and he reasoned to apologize with others’ parents. Now, "What should I do... He's not the child's parent but my friend, what do you want?"

The woman was stunned, but he didn't expect to admit the wrong person, but he also angered at Chen Jiao's so impetuous and impatient tone: "What should I do? There is also your son who took the lead in fighting? Your son beat my son now. Justified?"

Why does Chen Jiao feel so tired of talking to this woman? "Yes, my son hit you, so I ask you now, what do you need us to do!? Did you understand this?"

A woman is always irritable, and she doesn’t care about anything... she has to make trouble if she doesn’t care, but she is acting based on her feelings, but men are different. Men are sensible, and their motivations, causes, processes, and results are born. It's a thinking model to solve things.

The woman paused again, frowned slowly: "Your son must apologize to my son."

auzw.com "OK."

"Be sincere."

"Row."

"Bow."

"..." Don't say Chen Jiao, Wang Yincheng can't stand it.

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Regarding the issue of children, which parent does not protect the calf? Which parents do not feel wronged by their children? Ye Fei and Liu Xu took the lead in the fight. It was indeed the two who rushed up first, but the two little boys also had bruises and bruises on their bodies. Ye Fei also had obvious slap marks on his face. When I came to the phone in the kindergarten, I was so soft when I saw it. There was a trace on his son's face. The little kid didn't cry. The teacher wiped his face half-armed. When he saw Chen Jiao, he even ripped his lips and shouted. : "Dad."

He had suffocated his chest and couldn't get out of it. Chen Jiao sneered, holding his chest against the armrest and said nothing.

The woman shouted: "Are you talking!?"

After a throat, the parents around the hall on the second floor looked over here, and some people sneered: "How can this person be a parent? If a child doesn't know how to beat someone, can't you be an adult?"

It seemed that Wang Haiyun instantly found a close and walked over to the group of parents.

Wang Yincheng glanced at Wang Haiyun and said, "Why did you fight?"

"..." No one spoke, and the parents couldn't tell why, and a deputy director of the kindergarten stood there. It was difficult for Wang Yincheng to ask, and she was even more embarrassed.

The parents looked at the deputy director, and she could only say: "We had asked when the children were pulled away when something happened, but the children in the fifth class all said it was because they saw the boys in the third class collectively bullied Children Ye Fei and Liu Xu asked the third junior class, they all said that Liu Xu and Ye Fei first moved."

"..."

Wang Yincheng nodded, looking at Chen Jiao, who was so angry that his patience was flushed: "What about your young son? Go and ask him why he fights!?"

Chen Jiao twitched his head in annoyance: "I groaned. I asked as soon as I came. My son didn't even speak when he died. He said that the children in the third grade were wrong. They were wrong, so he and Liu Xu just started."

Wang Haiyun's voice suddenly became louder: "Children are normal to fight for small things! You also say that your son admits that they are the first to do it, and they must apologize first!!!! Apologize!!!"

"You **** shut up for me!!!" Chen Jiao took two steps up the steps and did not pass. Wang Haiyun screamed: "Ah!!! Beating people!!!"

Parents were so instigated by Wang Haiyun that Chen Jiao's attitude was so bad, the anger of several children's fathers came up, and the women started pointing.

The deputy director couldn't stand it anymore, and said to everyone: "Come on calm down, our kindergarten will definitely give you a satisfactory way of handling! Everyone calm down, the kids are fine, don't lose your luck. You need to get along in kindergarten."

"I spent so much money a year to send my son to your kindergarten not to give a satisfactory result after being beaten!!"

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