Lu Lan has hated Song Ye since she was a child, not only because she was a picked bastard, but also because Song Ye is so beautiful and uses her beauty to poke her heart all the time, so she doesn't want to see it. she.
So when she was very young, she asked Song Ye to grow her hair long to cover her face. Originally I wanted to keep my eyes out of sight, but as I grew older, when my arms and legs were exposed in summer, Song Ye would always be whiter, smoother and more delicate than others.
That time was also summer. Song Yuanzhi was drunk and scolded her for being dark and ugly and not as fair as Song Ye. In a fit of anger, she made an excuse and scalded Song Ye with boiling water, taking her anger out on her body.
"You bitch, you were born to defeat me. I have supported you for fifteen years, but you are still the same wolf-hearted person!" As soon as she saw the face in front of her, Lu Lan wanted to scratch her.
"Just because I was picked up, do I deserve to be beaten, scolded and abused by you?" Song Ye wiped away the smile from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned completely cold.
However, Lu Lan's emotional gap was triggered, and she could not stop the evil outburst in her heart, "I have raised you for fifteen years, so what's wrong with beating you? Even if you raise a dog, I am happy to beat or scold you."
In her heart, Song Ye was worse than a dog. The dog would at least make her happy occasionally, but Song Ye would only use her face to sting her self-esteem.
"Lu Lan!" Song Yuanzhi yelled, looking at the person next to him with a shocked face. He knew that his wife treated Song Ye badly, but he never knew that she was so cruel. "She is just a child. Even if you hate that woman, you shouldn't take revenge on Song Ye."
The disappointment that had crept up from his eyes fell into Lu Lan's eyes. At this time, it was full of hypocrisy and sarcasm. She simply let go and said what she had hidden in her heart for so many years, "Haha, don't stay here." Bian Xingxing. Song Yuanzhi, we are all under the same roof. How dare you say that you didn't know when I beat her? Without your acquiescence, how could I dare to touch that woman's bastard. Even if she faints from crying in the middle of winter, You never even took a look in the toilet. Compared to my cruelty, your hypocrisy is more disgusting!"
Snapped.
The roar was swallowed up by crisp slaps. Song Yuanzhi raised his hands, his gentle face already turned ferocious, "Shut up! You are just an ignorant woman from the countryside. Can you marry me?" You should be snickering, but you actually dare to yell at me. Don’t even look at where this place is!"
Lu Lan's face was completely turned away, her delicately styled hair was scattered around her neck, and there was burning pain on her face.
In fact, it was not the first time that she was beaten by Song Yuanzhi. She gritted her teeth and endured it for a while. But what she couldn't stand the most was that Song Yuanzhi disliked her for being a country girl and that she was not good enough for him... In the extremely embarrassing scene, Lu Lan saw Song Ye's face, with fair skin and delicate features, full of ridicule. smile.
Her eyes widened in vain, and the veins on her forehead popped out and throbbed painfully. Without thinking, she picked up the teacup at hand and smashed it out with all her strength, "You bitch, why are you laughing at me?" !”
When the white cup was smashed out, several teachers present screamed in surprise, but they were too late to stop it.
Song Ye was able to avoid it, but he stood upright without moving.
With a crisp sound, the white tea cup was smashed into pieces on the forehead, and the blood spattered slowly slid down the delicate face.
"Ah, Song Ye!" Several female teachers in the office stood up, exclaimed and came forward to check.
Lu Lan seemed to be possessed. She thought this was a lesson at home. She yelled and rushed forward and continued to beat her, "I will tear off your face today to make you laugh and continue to laugh at me. I Let me tell you, everyone is qualified, except you, a bastard, who is not obedient!"
"That's enough." The few male teachers present couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to pull Lu Lan away.
In the midst of the chaos, Song Ye fell to the floor with her head lowered. The blood on her forehead was shocking, but she did not rush to stop the bleeding, but protected the mobile phone in her pocket.
It was at this time that two figures rushed in from the door. Song Ye's shoulders were held down. When he looked up, he saw an anxious Yun Hua.
"Song Ye, Song Ye, are you okay? Who hit you? Who was it?"
"Sister Yun, first..." Before she could say the word "call the police", Lu Lan's shouting voice suddenly came over, and all the ugly and curse words were thrown at her.
In the blink of an eye, Yunhua rushed forward, and no one had time to see her movements clearly. Only a scream was heard, and Lu Lan hit the desk.
"Did you hurt Song Ye?" Yunhua pinched Lu Lan's throat with one hand, and his face was filled with murderous intent.
Lu Lan trembled, her hands and feet were trembling unconsciously, and she opened her mouth, "It's that bitch... ah..."
Before the next words were spoken, they turned into another shrill scream. Yunhua's free hand grabbed Lu Lan's arm and twisted it out of position. All her skills came from Song Ye's teachings, and only Song Ye knew how painful it was.
Looking at the wasted arm, everyone couldn't help but shudder.
But Yunhua, who was furious, had no intention of letting Lu Lan go. She stared at Lu Lan condescendingly, with a stern look on her face, "If you dare to hurt her, you will die."
For a person taught by a killer, every step is a killing move, and anything can become a weapon, such as a ballpoint pen left on the teacher's desk.
When Yunhua grabbed the pen and was about to insert it into Lu Lan's aorta, he was stopped by a slender hand. Song Ye came to her side at some point and said softly: "Sister Yun, calm down."
These calm words seemed to have a calming effect on people's hearts. Yunhua gradually calmed down his anger and loosened the restraints in his hands.
Zhao Zhen quickly wiped the blood on Song Ye's forehead with a tissue and asked worriedly, "Let's go to the hospital."
"No need." Song Ye shook his head, "Let's call the police first."
Call the police? Zhao Zhen was stunned, looked at the mess in the room, and nodded immediately, "Okay."
As he said that, he took out his mobile phone, but Song Yuanzhi on the side rushed forward and held his hand firmly, "Song Ye, I am your dad. You can't call the police, and you can't throw it outside if you want to be embarrassed."
Apparently, he felt it wasn't embarrassing enough yet.
Song Ye's pale face showed fatigue, and he turned to look at his class teacher, "Teacher, if you are willing, please help me make this call."
The sadness in the look back at the fifteen-year-old girl made the head teacher, the mother of the child, have tears in her eyes. She nodded heavily, "Hit, you have to beat. Teacher will accompany you to the police station. You will never let the heartless beast cause trouble again." you."