Gong Er doesn't want to go through the plot [Quick Travel]

Chapter 122

This problem is very serious.

Jiang Wang had heard about violence on campus, and Lin Ting looked malnourished at first glance, with a thin body and an unhealthy white complexion. Although it did not affect his handsome appearance and excellent temperament, he was regarded as the god of learning by his classmates. But from the looks of it, Duoduo is a pitiful little kid who will be bullied.

Jiang Wang was gearing up, waiting for Lin to hear the name of the person who bullied him, and then go and teach him a lesson to make that bastard regret bullying Lin Ting.

But who knew that Lin Ting was subjected to school violence and only said that he accidentally hit the cabinet at home.

Jiang Wang didn't think it was the case.

He has rich experience in this area. The injuries caused by impact are different from those caused by being beaten. The injuries on Lin Ting's arm were clearly caused by being beaten.

Judging from the bruises and size... they looked like they were caused by being whipped with some special object.

Jiang Wang's expression suddenly solidified.

He remembered that one time Shao Yue committed a crime and the school invited his parents. The parents of Shao's family couldn't tolerate contempt and had a strong personality. They whipped Shao Yue with a belt when they got home that night.

Jiang Wang went to visit the next day. Shao Yue, a tough-skinned man, couldn't get out of bed because of the belt.

The injury on Lin Ting's arm was almost exactly the same as Shao Yue's injury at that time.

But Lin Ting seems to be a good student. His academic performance and personal style don't seem to have anything to worry about from his parents. Why is he being beaten?

And hit him so hard?

Jiang Wang's eyes darkened, he carefully observed Lin Ting's emotions, and asked calmly: "Did you really just bump into the cabinet at home?"

Lin Ting seemed to be afraid that he would continue to ask, and nodded to emphasize: "Really."

Jiang Wang didn't ask any more questions.

First, because he had the answer in his heart, and second, Lin Ting made it clear that he didn't want him to know.

Indeed, their relationship is not good enough to interfere in other people's family affairs, or this kind of family affairs.

Jiang Wang was a little unhappy, not because Lin Ting didn't want to speak. He understood why Lin Ting didn't want to speak, but he just felt that people like Lin Ting shouldn't be treated like that.

Before they met, Jiang Wang's feelings towards Lin Ting's parents hit rock bottom.

The three o'clock stove was turned on until five o'clock, and Lin Ting was going home.

Jiang Wang packed up his things, stood up and suggested, "I'll take you back."

"No need." Lin Ting shook her head and went down to the milk tea shop with him. She looked at Jiang Wang and slightly curled her lips: "See you tomorrow."

Jiang Wang also smiled and said, "See you tomorrow."

That night, Jiang Wang asked someone to inquire about Lin Ting's family situation.

Lin Ting is not like Shao Yue. He is a typical skinny monkey, and the beating is excusable.

He is like the legendary child from another family, who excels in studies, is quiet and reserved, never gets into trouble, and is impeccable except for his stuttering. Even the fact of stuttering was quite cute to Jiang Wang.

The beating was like that, with large deep purple bruises, and the right hand was chosen to hit the child who was reading and holding a pen. Which adult would hit a child like this? It really makes people have to think about it.

Jiang Wang was popular and received a reply before going to bed.

The man said that Lin Ting was from a single-parent family. His parents divorced early and he was sentenced to be given to his father. His mother had a new family and left him alone.

Lin Ting's family now only consists of him and his father. However, it is said that his father is addicted to alcohol and has no job. He stays at home all day doing nothing. He relies on Lin Ting's part-time job on weekends, scholarships, and subsidies for poor students to survive. After school, he still has to go home and cook for his father.

I heard all of this from the teacher's office. No matter how many more, that person would not know.

No wonder Lin Ting looks so thin. He is only seventeen years old. Perhaps when he was younger, Lin Ting would have to study hard and find ways to make money to support himself and his good-for-nothing father.

Anger rose in Jiang Wang's chest, but that was Lin Ting's family matter. With Lin Ting's character, she might prefer him not to know about this rather than asking him to help.

Jiang Wang turned off his phone and suddenly remembered the urging call that Lin Ting had rang that day when he was sitting with him at the milk tea shop.

Could it be that he delayed Lin Ting from going back to cook for her alcoholic father, so Lin Ting was beaten when she got home?

Jiang Wang felt a slight feeling of distress in his heart, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were dark and unclear.

The next day, Jiang Wang made a special observation and found that there were no new injuries on the exposed areas of Lin Ting's body. He just didn't know if there were any other injuries under his clothes.

As soon as five o'clock arrived, Jiang Wang carried Lin Ting's schoolbag on his back. He ignored Lin Ting, who was hesitant to speak, and said with a smile: "My driver just came over. It's so tiring to walk back. Let me see you off today." Let's go home."

Lin Ting wanted to say something, but Jiang Wang picked up two schoolbags, naturally put his arm around Lin Ting's shoulders and walked out. With a smile on his lips, he said in a friendly but unquestionable tone: "Don't refuse. Where can I go if I have a car? Are you stupid?"

Lin Ting's attention was entirely on the arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his heart was beating like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

Jiang Wang put his arm around his shoulders.

Jiang Wang was hugging him.

It was clearly early summer, but the boy's palms were burning hot, falling on his shoulders. The warmth was transmitted through the thin long sleeves, and the small piece of skin was dyed with the same temperature.

The heartbeat was so loud that Lin Ting held her breath and tried to calm down, for fear that Jiang Wang would hear it.

But the dissatisfied heart still couldn't stop beating for the hand on the shoulder, and the sound became louder and louder.

will be heard.

Lin Ting was a little desperate, and her palms were sweating nervously, and she secretly used the corner of her eyes to look at the people around her.

Fortunately, Jiang Wang looked normal and seemed to have heard nothing.

When they arrived downstairs at the milk tea shop, the Jiang family's driver actually stopped at the door. Jiang Wangang let go of Lin Ting's shoulders and went to open the back seat door.

Lin Ting lowered his eyes and glanced over his shoulder, feeling slightly disappointed.

"Why are you so stunned? Come in." Jiang Wang sat in the back seat and looked at Lin Ting who was standing still in confusion.

Lin Ting calmed down and carefully sat next to Jiang Wang, trying not to be next to Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang had greeted the driver earlier, and the driver asked for the address. Lin Ting hesitated for a while, glanced at Jiang Wang, and said it anyway.

Jiang Wang secretly made a note, waited for the car to start, leaned over and took out a large lunch box from the passenger seat, handed it to Lin Ting, and said with a smile: "These are some side dishes and red dates and black chicken soup made by my Aunt Zhao. They are very delicious. You go back and try it. My mother heard that you helped me with my homework and asked me to bring it to you to replenish my body. She also asked me to say thank you. You can't refuse, otherwise my mother will feel bad and will definitely nag me when I go back. "

Actually, Ms. Jiang was on a business trip yesterday and didn't know about this, but Jiang Wang felt that she wouldn't mind him using her name.

Lin Ting looked at the multi-layered lunch box, which was as big as several lunch boxes, and was a little dumbfounded.

Jiang Wang said understandingly: "If you can't finish eating, you can eat it with your family."

This was his original plan. If Lin Ting's good-for-nothing father is really that bad, and Lin Ting might get beaten if he eats alone, it would be better to eat together to save Lin Ting from having to spend time cooking.

Lin Ting's throat was a little clogged. He blinked away the sourness in his eyes and said solemnly: "Thank you, Aunt Jiang." Seeing that

Lin Ting did not refuse, Jiang Wang was very satisfied. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he looked at Qing Qing. Lin Ting, who was cold and cold, hugged an oversized lunch box like a baby, and felt a little want to laugh again.

He couldn't help it, and reached out to rub Lin Ting's hair. The touch under his palm was smooth and soft, especially comfortable.

Jiang Wang subconsciously rubbed it again.

After rubbing it, I discovered that under the messy black hair that had been messed up, there was a red ear. The blush seemed to be contagious, spreading all the way to Lin Ting's snow-white neck and cheeks.

Noticing his gaze, Lin Ting lowered her hot face little by little.

If this were a comic, steam would probably come out of it.

Jiang Wang looked at Lin Ting, who was burying his head like an ostrich. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he endured it. A muffled laugh overflowed from his lips. Finally, the laughter became louder and louder. He raised his eyebrows and said funnyly: "Stop bowing your head again. I almost dropped my head."

Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to hold Lin Ting's chin, which had no meat, and thought to himself that he would feed her more in the future, at least to raise some meat.

How could his little Bodhisattva be malnourished?

That calls into question his ability.

Lin Ting was startled by the palm holding her chin, and stood up.

Jiang Wang didn't care what the relationship between malnutrition and ability was. He quickly pulled the person back, but he was still a step too slow. With a "bang", Lin Ting knocked his head.

The driver happened to brake at this time and turned around to remind them of their arrival.

Lin Ting, who knelt down, was pulled hard by Jiang Wang and fell heavily into Jiang Wang's arms. She jumped up like a frightened rabbit.

"Hiss--"

Jiang Wang rubbed the chin that Lin Ting had bumped into, and grabbed Lin Ting's waist with his arms without refusal, whispering: "Don't move yet."

Lin Ting obeyed and stopped moving.

His whole body was stiff, like a frozen little wooden figure, his head was buzzing, and there was a little water color in his eyes with guilt. His voice was trembling, and he stumbled and asked: "Where, where do you hurt?" "I

bumped my chin a little, but it's okay, it's gone now. " It doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Wang didn't care about the little accident. He lowered his eyes and landed on the top of Lin Ting's hair. He asked with concern, "Is your head okay? The sound was a little loud just now."

Then "Bang" "The sound sounded much more serious than him.

Lin Tingda breathed a sigh of relief, regained his composure, shook his head, thinking that Jiang Wang, who was holding him behind him, might not be able to see him, stumbled and whispered: "Me, I don't feel pain either. "

Confirming that Lin Ting was really fine, Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he met the strange eyes of the driver who turned back in front, and suddenly found that he and Lin Ting were in strange postures.

Lin Ting tightly guarded his big food box, while he held Lin Ting's flexible waist tightly, trapping the slightly smaller boy in his lap, domineeringly not allowing anyone to move.

It's a bit embarrassing.

No one spoke.

The car was eerily quiet.

Jiang Wang considered himself to be mentally strong, and his ears felt a little hot at the moment. He coughed, let go of his hand, and said covertly: "It's okay. We're here. You can go home."

Lin Ting, who was more mature than him, said With a red face, he quickly got out of the car.

Someone looked more embarrassed than him, but Jiang Wang relaxed, raised the corners of his lips, and watched Lin Ting walk into the Tongzi Tower with a smile.

Lin Ting tried her best to resist the urge to look back three times and walked forward. Finally, she stood at the entrance of the stairs, turned around, waved gently to Jiang Wang in the car, and said "see you tomorrow".

Jiang Wang rolled down the window and waved to him.

Lin Ting's eyes curled up and he turned around and went upstairs.

"Are you leaving now?" the driver asked.

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Wang looked up. There was no elevator in this old tube building, so he could intuitively see how many floors the people who entered had gone up.

He watched Lin Ting walk to the door on the right side of the fourth floor and stand in front of it. He looked down at the big food box in his arms and seemed to be resisting opening the door.

Not long after, the man inside the door seemed to have heard the sound. He opened the door impatiently and saw Lin Ting at the door. The unpleasant curses were not concealed and spread throughout the building with extremely poor sound insulation. Even Jiang Wang could faintly hear them. A few words.

"Let's go."

Jiang Wang said, rolling up the car window, his eyes a little cold.

He lowered his eyes and thought.

Monday morning, it's time for students to return to school.

Jiang Wang was sitting in the driver's car eager to give it a try. In addition to reviewing the plan, he planned to implement another new plan of his - to feed his little Bodhisattva.

With Lin Ting's help, Jiang Wang's studies have made rapid progress. Jiang's father has been teaching him to reciprocate love, so Jiang Wang decided to make Lin Ting fat!

Although he won't become a fat man, his current pointy chin and skinny body will definitely not work.

And Lin Ting's waist... Girls don't have such a thin waist, right?

Jiang Wang subconsciously recalled it. It felt good, soft and tough. A person like Lin Ting looks soft, but he is able to survive in adversity and work hard to swim upstream, making him stand out from others.

Jiang Wang fell into deep thought.

Why would he want to touch it again?

Is this an idea that a brother can have! !

There are so many nicknames (bushi) for our brother Jiang: little Bodhisattva, Lin Bodhisattva, learn to be a partner, learn to be a big boy, learn to be a nanny, little pitiful. Continuing to increase...