Lin Nian wanted to squeeze on the stage to see the situation, but found that he couldn't squeeze in at all!

"Give it all, don't squeeze it!"

"Stop quarrel, send the child out first."

"Teacher Xu, be gentle, old principal, don't put this piece on the trouble, okay?"

The fathers were cursing, Chen Sisi, Su Heng and others helped to squeeze out a backend channel, which could be regarded as sending out two lifeless people.

The Master wanted to follow, but was stopped.

His eyes glared.

"City..." said the words stopped again.

He was sweating.

He didn't know how this big man had time to come here today.

He was so scared that he didn't even dare to give him a shot of the special guest seat.

"What's going on with your show? It's so nonsense."

The person who speaks is about fifty years old, and is thin because he is always hardworking.

"You guys don't understand, and you don't understand either? For the sake of ratings, you can really do everything in the show."

His voice was majestic and he was very dissatisfied.

Master is sad.

I didn't dare to explain.

"Don't joke about your child's body in the future. I'll watch this show. I'll apply to the top to apply, and it won't be in vain for the child's suffering."

What!

Master was hit by this huge surprise and his head was buzzing.

He didn't know what was referring to this!

If the above supports it, his show will not be a third-rate variety show!

He was so excited that he wanted to thank him, but before he could speak, he had already run away when he saw that the person had already run away.

The man's thin back was walking fast.

Son! Wait for dad!

He took out his cell phone, opened the group chat, and quickly asked in the group.

Rural male teacher: @All members, I have handled this. Which hospital is my son in? Send him a location!

I teach first grade: The child is hurt a little severely, so don’t come over in your group, let’s take care of him.

A-Ting Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding: That's right, you can't take care of people anymore. My son's body is blue, you are thick-handed and thick-legged, making trouble. [Picture] [Picture]

Two photos were posted in the group of mothers.

In the photo, it is Qiao Yu's injured arm.

She was already white, and the large pieces of blue and purple on her arms were shocking.

Sunflower Small Class: My son is even more serious. The nurse is applying medicine. Don’t be anxious. Just keep it alone. Don’t have too many people.

That's not possible!

A certain father quickly deducted a line of words.

Rural male teacher: You all have classes tomorrow, I am very idle, I will take care of you.

Group system news: You were banned by "Old Father Qiao Yu" for 72 hours.

“…”

......

Jiang Yan was also seriously injured.

At this moment, the two men got off the emergency room and were assigned to a ward.

Song Yun came in and saw Qiao Yu lying on the hospital bed, her face suddenly became dissatisfied.

"Why are there others?"

This young lady has a temper that comes with her.

"Let the nurse come over and carry the person away."

drink--

Who is so angry?

The little teachers guarding Qiao Yu's bedside were stunned for a moment.

"There is no bed in the hospital, so let's just go." The teacher who taught for a year spoke gently.

"Yes, yes, let's go out. The child is not awake yet, so don't stay there. Isn't this delaying the visit of his family?"

They spoke politely and had a low voice, for fear of disturbing the two patients.

Song Yun was not willing.

The Weibo post was already exploded just now, and there were people slandering Jiang Yan everywhere.

She spent two hours to settle the hot searches, and finally made a quick time to come over. She was so angry that she could not tolerate people to disobey her.

She took out a check from her little shoulder bag and quickly wrote a line of numbers.
Chapter completed!