Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

The other protagonist was not far away, and Wang Zhaomou couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"Get up and talk!"

"I don't!" Wang Zhaoyun was extremely stubborn and hugged his second brother's leg tightly.

"Unless you promise me, bro, let me go to school!"

"Give me a reason." Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and closed the door, not to expose his family ugliness.

"Dad asked me to work in a plastic factory, and said that he would pay me back 600 million yuan." Wang Zhaoyun looked up sadly, "I have entered the factory these days, and it is really hard!"

Before Wang Zhaomou could open his mouth, Wang Zhaoyun vomited his bitterness, weeping and saying that the one who heard it was sad, and the one who heard it was crying.

"Brother, I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to talk nonsense again." Wang Zhaoyun hugged his second brother's leg, and raised his head tearfully, "If I can go back to school, I will never disturb other students again, and I will never talk to you again." The teacher and the principal talk back."

After Wang Zhaoyun said this, he suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Ji Lianhuo.

"You, you, you!" Wang Zhaoyun quickly stood up and rushed over, "You are the top ten dropout Ji Lianhuo that my head teacher often said, and his family members died one after another, right!"

Wang Zhaomou stood behind Wang Zhaoyun, frowning slightly.

"No, Second Brother." Wang Zhaoyun realized that there was something wrong with his words, and pointed at the young man with a curious face.

"You don't know, Ji Lianhuo is a legend in our school!"