"This kid is really strong. If five of them fight one, they are no match for him."
The cleaning lady gave a thumbs up cheerfully, and Bai Xiao also raised the corners of her lips in cooperation.
"Teacher Bai, you took leave last week, so you didn't see the other children being beaten by him until they cried for father and mother. Logically speaking, their parents are also prominent figures in Fengcheng, but it turns out that no parents came to the art center to make trouble."
Bai Xiao looked at the child over there with his head buried in the sun, and his heart felt inexplicably soft.
"Did he get into another fight just now?" Her eyes stayed on the child's facial injuries and she couldn't help but ask.
"That's not true. It was there when I came in the morning."
The cleaning aunt is also a know-it-all in the art center, and she immediately changed the topic: "It is said that he is the third generation of overseas returnees, and comes from a real famous family. Yu Zhan knows that, right? A familiar face in the news network, his grandfather, dear! His father's name is
Yu Heting is here, the building under construction behind our art center belongs to his company, what a pity..."
"What's the pity?" Bai Xiao turned to look at the cleaning lady who suddenly sighed in sympathy.
The cleaning aunt came closer and said in a low voice: "It's a pity that my mother died early. His father is so young, how could he not want a wife!"
Because her "mother" died early, Bai Xiao felt a pity in her heart. She had no parents since she was a child, and she had indescribable feelings for children who had similar experiences. She always hoped that they could live a happier life.
Bai Xiao took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and held it in his hand. Bai Xiao stood there for a while before walking towards the child.
…
"Want to rub it?"
Yu Jingxi was thinking about how to get a painting to take home for errands later, when suddenly a handkerchief appeared in front of him.
He looked up suddenly and saw a young and beautiful woman standing in front of him, her dark eyes flashing.
As he got closer, Bai Xiao felt more and more that this was a beautiful boy, Wenwen standing quietly by the wall. If he didn't distinguish carefully, he might be mistaken for a little girl, but the bruises on his face were really annoying.
Seeing the child standing there stupidly and naively, Bai Xiao's mood improved a lot.
Even with Teacher Yang's cries in front of her, she still couldn't hate this child, and she even liked him in an unspeakable way. Later, she thought about it and attributed it to the fact that the children were all descended from the world and had no mother.
Seeing that he still didn't come to take over the handkerchief, Bai Xiao simply bent down and wiped the small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose for him.
"Are you the teacher here?" The child's childish voice was defensive, but he did not push her away.
Bai Xiao smiled and lowered her eyes to meet his bright eyes: "Well, I am the violin teacher here, what about you?"
The little guy curled his lips, hummed twice, turned his head and didn't answer.
Bai Xiao lowered her head and glanced at the gash on his chubby thumb. It was deep and bleeding. She touched his head. The fluffy and soft hair made her voice soften a little.
Points: "I have band-aids in my office. Come with me and I'll help you treat the wound."
The little guy snorted again, and Bai Xiao thought he didn't want to, so he planned to get the band-aid, but when he turned around and walked a few steps, he found that there was a follower behind him.
