CEO Spoils His Little Ex-wife

Ma Chao's eyes turned red, he opened his mouth and shouted, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"    

Actually, he did not really understand what this sentence meant. In short, it should not be insulted.    

He stood up agitatedly, Cheng Ji snorted coldly from his nose. His childish face was filled with disdain. "Why did I insult him? I'm helping him. Ye Wuyou, you don't want to pick up trash, right? If you don't want to pick up trash, then take my money and thank me. Then follow me and call me boss every day, and I'll give you my pocket money every day. This deal isn't bad, right?"    

Cheng Ji imagined Ye Wuyou following behind him and calling him boss. He could not be any happier!    

"Moreover, picking up trash makes less than a hundred dollars a day? Do you still want to study. . . "    

Before Cheng Ji could finish his sentence, he was already pushed to the ground. His entire body fell to the ground, and the tables and chairs beside him were pushed aside by his body.    

"Shut up!" Ma Chao was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.    

Cheng Ji was also angry, he jumped up from the ground and started to hit people. The two of them hugged each other and rolled on the ground.    

He pulled his hair, smashed his fists, and bent his fingers. He used everything, and there was no pattern to the beating.    

At five o'clock in the afternoon, after school, Bai Youyou received a call from Teacher Wuyou on the way, saying that he was fighting at school.    

Bai Youyou was well aware of Wuyou's personality. Other than being shocked by the fact that he would fight with others, Bai Youyou did not have any other emotions.    

Quickly walking to the teacher's office, Bai Youyou saw Wuyou standing by the wall. There were some small wounds on his face. On his fair and tender face, it looked particularly eye piercing. Bai Youyou's heart was in pain.    

The teacher walked over a few steps and told her the reason for the fight. Then, he pulled Bai Youyou out of the door.    

"When something happens at home, it is usually the child who gets hurt. Children are sensitive. If the parents did not have a good trauma at this time, they might have a psychological trauma for the rest of their lives. "    

The teacher was very responsible and spoke a lot tactfully to Bai Youyou.    

Bai Youyou listened carefully and then walked to Ye Wuyou and squatted down. She was wearing a long rice dress and a long down jacket. It was winter now. Although it did not rain in Capital, it was very cold.    

After making sure her hands were warm, Bai Youyou held Ye Wuyou's hands tightly and said, "Don't worry, mom is here. "    

Wuyou looked up and his small hands held Bai Youyou tightly. His big eyes looked at Bai Youyou and said seriously, "I fought because they fought Ma Chao, not because of other things. Mom, don't worry. "    

The more Wu Wuyou understood, the more Bai Youyou felt that she was not competent.    

These few days, she did not deliberately hide anything from Wuyou about Ye Mingchen, because she could not hide it from him, so she directly told the two children.    

She only felt that the two children had mature personalities. There was no harm in knowing more, but she did not think that they were six or seven years old children after all. No matter how mature they were, they still had fragile and ignorant hearts.    

"Mother, don't look at me like that. " The silent Wuyou could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth. "I don't think anything is wrong with you. Don't think about it. I feel so awkward and don't know how to comfort you. "    

Bai Youyou's raging emotions instantly stopped and the others in the office also looked over.    

Bai Youyou carefully looked at Ye Wuyou. After confirming that he really felt awkward, she put away the slightly sad expression.    

Then she fell into deep thought. Although her family's Wuyou was silent, he was definitely a warm little baby. Why did he suddenly say such words to her? She even suspected that someone had secretly changed Wuyou's soul.