Saving the Tragic Adonis

Shu Ning couldn't listen anymore, "Ms. Zhou, you may not remember it, but I remember it clearly. When I was four years old, in the play area of ​​the community, it was obviously the little fat man who pushed Yin Mingzheng. Eleven said he was wrong and forced him to apologize."

Zhou Juan was stunned.

Shu Ning didn't care whether she was comfortable or not, and continued: "As long as Yin Mingzheng has a conflict with other people, you are indiscriminate and always apologize to him. Are you a mother like that?"

Shu Ning looked into Zhou Juan's increasingly uneasy eyes, and said word by word, "No mother would do this. I often feel that you are not Yin Mingzheng's mother."

Zhou Juan's face paled instantly, and her pupils became larger. This process was short-lived, but Shu Ning noticed it.

Involuntarily sneered.

Really guilty of being a thief.

It is written in the novel that Zhou Juan treats Yin Mingzheng very well, and Yin Mingzheng was beaten to comfort him for his studies... She looks like a good mother, but a real mother would let her husband beat her and dare not come forward? Will you press your head indiscriminately to ask your child to apologize? Will you push your son out of the tank when the bitter master comes to the door?

That's ridiculous!

Zhou Juan loves her on the surface, but she knows very well that Yin Mingzheng is not her biological son, and her love is superficial! pretentious! performance!

As if to let the whole world know: Look, how good I am to him! So Yin Mingzheng, even if the truth is revealed, you can't be sorry for me.

Recognizing Zhou Juan's essence, Shu Ning was even more disgusted.

"Do you know that Yin Mingzheng has no money for lunch? He is only fourteen years old. You let him eat two meals a day?" Shu Ning said coldly, "The head teacher knows that I am in the same building as him, and specially asked me to ask you."

The head teacher is a brick, and it can be moved wherever it is useful.

"He doesn't have money to eat?" Zhou Juan hurriedly defended, "How is it possible, I gave money... Maybe the money I gave was too little, so he spent it indiscriminately. Our family is not very good, and I can't make money by working alone. Much, Mingzheng, my Mingzheng, suffer..."

The more Zhou Juan said, the more sad she became, and she actually covered her face and started crying.

The neighbors who came in and out of the corridor all stared at her with curious eyes.

Shu Ning had a headache when she saw her crying, and said, "The head teacher said that someone is willing to sponsor poor students, and he liked Yin Mingzheng, and asked if you would like to accept donations?"

Zhou Juan wiped away her tears and said happily: "There is such a good thing? I want what I want!"

Shu Ning was expressionless, "I am the leader of the donation team in our class. I will contact you for donations in the future, and give me your mobile phone number."

Zhou Juan stared at him hesitantly.

Shu Ning rolled his eyes, "Do you think I rarely contact you?"

Zhou Juan was embarrassed to give him the phone number.

Shu Ning handed her the two hundred-yuan bills in his hand, and took out a written note for her to sign.

The note reads: Zhou Juan, the guardian of Yin Mingzheng, the recipient of the donation, has received a donation of 200 yuan.

Zhou Juan was disappointed, "Only two hundred yuan?"

Shu Ning said: "This is the lunch fee. You can only give two hundred each time. Sign it quickly."

If you give too much, I'm afraid it will all end up in Zhou Juan and Yin Qiang's pockets and think he's stupid?

Zhou Juan sighed, picked up the pen and signed her name carefully.

The purpose of the signature was very simple. Shu Ning was afraid that Zhou Juan would take the money and lose it, so signing it at least gave her some scruples.

"Donors will visit me regularly. I am Yin Mingzheng at the same table, and I will report the situation to him. Don't take it personally. If you take it personally, you will not donate any more."

Zhou Juan smiled and said, "I understand, don't worry, I'll go back and give it to him."

"Yin Mingzheng has a very high self-esteem, Ms. Zhou should not talk about the donation."

Zhou Juanxu agreed quickly.

Of course she is willing to do this kind of good deeds that can gain goodwill without paying for it by herself.

Shu Ning put away the note, turned to go home, and when he got home, he remembered that he hadn't eaten.

However, he lied to Ms. Cai and his classmates for dinner, so he didn't dare to lie in the kitchen, so he took a few snow cakes to satisfy his hunger.

The next day at school, Shu Ning waited anxiously. When the last class at noon was over, he deliberately dawdled and kept peeking at the people beside him.

The people in the classroom went out in twos and threes. Several friends came to ask Shuning to have dinner together, and Shuning had to get up and leave. Walking to the door of the classroom, he found that the little villain finally left the desk, and he could not help secretly relieved.

There is only one canteen in the junior high school, and several boys lined up to prepare meals and find a table to sit down.

Shu Ning looked absently.

"...Hey, Shu Ning, what are you looking at?" Long Qiao said dissatisfiedly, "Did you listen to me?"

Shu Ning came back to his senses, "Yes, yes."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure of the little villain holding the iron plate, and finally he was relieved, and a smile appeared on his face.

Wang Shenshen said: "Tsk, I often see Shu Ning making appointments with Cheng Xiaoyu in private recently. I guess he is watching Cheng Xiaoyu, right?"

"Really?" Long Qiao said dissatisfiedly: "Hey! My friend's wife can't be bullied. Cheng Xiaoyu was the first thing I liked. Shu Ning, you are not being kind."

Shu Ning hurriedly put his legs on Long Qiao's plate and comforted: "I don't care about Cheng Xiaoyu, don't care."

"Really?" Long Qiao pinched his legs, suspiciously.

Shu Ning made a joke, "Didn't you say I'm gay, I like men, don't you all know?"

The crowd laughed.

Long Qiao was relieved and happily ate his legs, "It's almost the same."