Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

Except for the client and the police, no one knows what Meng Yu and Wei Borong experienced in one night, maybe it will become an unforgettable memory for them both.

The next day, Meng Yeruo asked Meng Yu for three days' leave on the grounds that he was ill, and sent the medical records to him as requested by the head teacher, who quickly approved the leave form.

Jing Zewen thought he was sick, so he pestered him to ask for the address of the hospital, and pulled Zhou Li to see him with both hands full of condolences after his evening self-study.

Fortunately, Meng Yu's injuries were not serious, and the small scrapes on his face had also scabbed over. It can be said that Jing Zewen fell down accidentally when he asked.

"Xiaoyu! How is it, do you still feel uncomfortable somewhere?" The moment the ward door was pushed open, Jing Zewen's exaggerated loud voice directly penetrated the entire ward.

Wei Borong flicked the knife with his cold eyes, and pressed his throat to threaten: "Take the voice of the duck male, if it disturbs the patient, I will sew it up for you."

Jing Zewen glared at him, and when he turned around, he punched and kicked his legs for a while, and when he turned around, he immediately restrained himself and pretended nothing happened, and walked to Meng Yu's bedside.

"Why is your face so pale? Why did you suddenly have a high fever? Has the fever subsided?" He asked again and again.

Meng Yu pursed his lips and said with a slight smile: "The fever has subsided, but my body is not strong yet, and I may have to rest for another two days."

"It's good if the fever goes down. I've never seen you sick before. The sudden fever scared me to death. By the way, I bought a lot of fruit snacks, and the food in the hospital didn't taste very good. Anyway, you can eat whatever you like, no If you like it, give it to Wei Borong and let him eat it."

Jing Zewen asked Zhou Li to put the snacks on the cabinet.

Meng Yu glanced at Zhou Li gratefully, Zhou Li was stunned when he saw the wound on his face, and subconsciously looked at Wei Borong.

Need to be hospitalized for three days for a cold?How serious is this.

And the wound on Meng Yu's face...couldn't it be that he was actually sick, but injured from a fight?Zhou Li felt that Meng Yu's hospitalization must not be as simple as being sick.

Looking at Zhou Li's expression, Wei Borong knew what he saw.

There were only four of them in the ward, Wei Jin and Meng Yeruo went to buy supper, Wei Borong got up and walked to Zhou Li, patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Come out with me, I have something to do."

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows slightly, caught a glimpse of Meng Yu looking at him, pondered for a few seconds, and followed Wei Borong out of the ward.

Jing Zewen, who was picking fruits, suddenly went out without knowing what the two of them were doing, curled his lips, pulled out a few mangosteens and put them on a small plate on the cabinet, and handed them to Meng Yu.

"What did those two boys do? To export?"

Meng Yu ate the mangosteen, puzzled: "Output?"

"It's just pee. It's better to say output. Haha, this mangosteen is delicious. I bought ten catties for you and Aunt Meng."

"Ten catties? Thank you, but you bought too much."

"You're being polite, ten catties sounds like a lot, but it's actually not enough to fit my teeth."

What he said made sense, Meng Yu asked Jing Zewen to eat too, and his mind unconsciously drifted to Wei Borong and Zhou Li who had gone somewhere, what did those two people do?

In the quiet corridor of the fire escape, Zhou Li half leaned against the snow-white wall, frowning: "I didn't expect you to encounter such a thing. Is that man a psychopath? Have the police convicted him?"

Wei Borong propped his fair forehead, and there was a little tiredness between his brows and eyes: "It's not so fast, there must be a lot of follow-up matters. The police came to take notes in the morning. I asked, and they said that the plot was not serious. The injury was attempted. Sentence If it is based on the kidnapping of minors, the sentence is generally more than three years in prison, but this is not enough."

The most important thing is that the man dared to kidnap a minor in this way, and his family background must be not simple. If his family sued for bail, probation, etc., or tried to get him out, the man would definitely hold a grudge against him and Meng Yu .

If he could be sentenced to more than ten years, maybe by then he and Meng Yu would have become strong enough to be nothing to be afraid of.

Wei Bolong thought about this all night, and there was a reason why he thought about it. His father had a lot of capitalism around him, that is, getting rich or the second generation of the rich, the son of a wealthy family, etc. The money in the family has something to do with it.

Wei's father once took over a lawsuit. An arrogant and domineering Fu Sandai injured someone. The other party said that he would sue him for intentionally hurting someone and put him in jail. Fu Sandai found Wei's father. Later, Fu Sandai won the lawsuit. The victim was still bullied and suppressed by the third generation of the rich, and finally had a nervous breakdown and chose to commit suicide.

In the face of money and power, sometimes law and justice seem to lose their original meaning, not that they are useless, but that they are too weak.

Seeing that he was troubled, Zhou Li hesitated for a while, but still made a suggestion: "Or, you can ask Jing Zewen, maybe his family can help."

"No, we can't bother him and let him get involved." Wait a minute, the matter has not been confirmed yet, everything is speculation, Li Yiqian has committed a crime, there is no excuse for it, and he can't escape from the three-year prison.

About a week after the incident, Meng Yu recovered from his injuries and returned to his normal life. Not long after he was discharged from the hospital, the news reported that a senior executive of a company had kidnapped a minor and was sentenced to three years in prison.

Wei Borong was most dissatisfied with the result. It was supposed to be three and a half years, but Li Yiqian's family tried to slow him down by half a year.

But he can't do anything, because the power is really too small.

However, no one would have thought that after half a month, things suddenly turned around.

After autumn, the weather is gradually getting colder, and everyone wears long-sleeved jackets.

The students who returned to the classroom after lunch in the afternoon were all taking a lunch break, and the only silence in the classroom was the sound of the wind blowing leaves outside the window.

Meng Yu was woken up by the teacher in charge. He was sound asleep and had already dreamed of being admitted to 985/211, but he was cut off from the follow-up just after the start.

The head teacher said something happened and asked him to go to the office.

Meng Yu yawned half asleep, and followed.

In the teacher's office, most of the teachers are on their lunch break, and a few of them are correcting papers or playing with their mobile phones. There is a parent meeting room next door.

Passing the door, Meng Yu saw a well-dressed man sitting inside, about forty years old, with black hair and a combed back.

"Meng Yu, a Mr. Wang who claims to be your relative is looking for you. He is next door. Wait a minute. I'll take you to the next door right away." The head teacher drank some water to moisten his throat.

Meng Yu was puzzled: "Mr. Wang's surname? Relatives? Teacher, are you mistaken? I don't have any relatives surnamed Wang."

"Is it possible that it is a distant relative or something? You can talk about it after you meet. If not, you can go back to the classroom first."

"Well, okay."

The two went to the parent meeting room.

Although he was already old, the man really exuded a gentle and refined temperament from his bones. When he saw Meng Yu, he rolled up the corners of his lips in surprise, and unconsciously, his eyes glistened with moisture.