Chapter 2010： Really ruthless

Chapter 2010 is really ruthless

Jing Xiaocha didn’t want to delay Wen Jin’s date with Ou Yihan, and quickly refused, “Big Brother Wen, Sister Ou is still waiting for you. Go ahead.”

"It's ok."

Wen Jin's voice is calm and low, but it is unquestionably overbearing.

immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Ou Yihan’s number, “Yihan, I have something to do with you temporarily.”

After only one minute of talk time, the line was closed.

Jing Xiaocha saw that he called Ou Yihan to cancel the appointment, and did not say anything, so she took him upstairs with him.

Opening the door, he heard the sound of water rushing from the kitchen, Jing Xiaocha went straight to the kitchen, Zhang Minghui was still standing in front of the sink and pointing his hand.

The original good hand was red and swollen, and the whole hand was burned.

"Why is it so hot?"

Jing Xiaocha watched Zhang Minghui with her eyebrows tightly, his left hand was tied with a bandage, and only this right hand was good, and now it was burned like this again.

Zhang Minghui's eyes flickered, and he said lowly, “Auntie, I was thirsty and wanted to boil water, but I burned my hands by accident.”

"Isn't there water in the kettle? Why do you still boil water."

"I didn't look at the kettle."

Zhang Minghui seems a little guilty, afraid to look at Jing Xiaocha’s eyes.

Wen Jin, who followed in, swept across Zhang Minghui's hand, his left hand was tied with a bandage, his hand was red and swollen, the pot of boiling water was thrown on the ground, and the ground was full of water.

"You are so good at it, the hand holding the kettle can be burned like this."

Wen Jin’s cool voice rang behind Jing Xiaocha, bent over, and picked up the kettle.

Zhang Minghui shrinks when he sees Wen Jin, looks at Jing Xiaocha pitifully, and says with red eyes, "Auntie, let’s go to the hospital, my hand hurts."

Wen Jin took a step forward with the kettle and looked at Zhang Minghui condescendingly, "Are you using the kettle with your right hand or the kettle with your left hand."

Zhang Minghui pursed his lips and did not answer.

Jing Xiaocha explained for him, “Brother Wen, his hand is still bandaged, so he can only use his right hand.”

Wen Jin smiled and said, "This is interesting. You are holding the kettle because you want to go outside to pour the cup, but in the kitchen you poured the kettle over, and even if it fell on the ground without being lifted, it was burned. It should be your feet, how could it be your right hand holding the kettle?"

Jing Xiaocha's eyes flashed doubts, and she looked down at Wen Jin's hand holding the kettle, just like he said, if Zhang Minghui was not careful, he would not hold it firmly.

The kettle fell on the ground and the boiling water spilled out. It should be his foot that was scalded, and he couldn't burn his hand no matter what.

She suddenly let go of Zhang Minghui's hand, walked out of the kitchen quickly, and came to Zhang Minghui's desk on the balcony.

When he left for his homework, he only wrote a consonant crookedly, and then threw the pen aside.

In the kitchen, Zhang Minghui glared at Wen Jin bitterly, and blamed this guy for breaking his business.

Wen Jin looked at him in time. He entered the house just now and glanced at the balcony. There was a desk with paper and pen on it.

He knew about Zhang Minghui’s bad deeds. Now that Jing Xiaocha returned with a small face with a notebook, Wen Jin knew about it. Zhang Minghui really did not do his homework and did not study, and he was the only good hand for himself. .

This little thing is really cruel.

Treat yourself so cruelly.

"Zhang Minghui, do you think that you are so smart that you can stop doing homework and studying if you burn your hands?"

Jing Xiaocha came to Zhang Minghui and asked coldly.

"I do not have."

Zhang Minghui's eyes were clearly shining with a guilty conscience. He dared not look into Jing Xiaocha's eyes, but he still stubbornly refused to admit it.

Jing Xiaocha coldly snorted, "You can't study or write now with both hands hurt, and you can't count on the agreement with me. I can't leave you here for nothing, I will take it now. You send it back."

When he heard that he was going to be sent back, Zhang Minghui was immediately anxious.

This is different from what he thought.

He originally thought that as long as he burned his hand, he could temporarily stop doing homework and eat and drink for nothing.

How did you want to send him away now?

"Auntie, I won't go back."

Zhang Minghui grabbed Jing Xiaocha's sleeve, and ignored his red and swollen hands.

If he was sent back, his grandmother, who is not close to him, would pity him, and he must be called to work every day.

Jing Xiaocha's face was calm, her tone of voice was not negotiable and firm, "We can't do one of our promises now, why should I support you in vain."

"Aunty, I was wrong."

Zhang Minghui is a man who dared to admit his mistakes.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn’t burn my hand just because I didn’t do my homework. Aunt, I promise you that there will be no next time. Even if my hand is burned, I can still do my homework."

"……"

Jing Xiaocha voted for him with the look of a ghost who believed in you.

Zhang Minghui gritted his teeth, took the notebook in her hand, ran to his desk, sat down and wrote.

Wen Jin glanced at Zhang Minghui, who ran over to do his homework, then retracted his gaze, looked at Jing Xiaocha next to him, and whispered, “You’re right like this, you can’t condone him.

"If it weren't for Big Brother Wen you found out, I was cheated by him."

Jing Xiaocha exclaimed.

It seems that it has been too long to get along with Zhang Minghui, and forget how bad a child Zhang Minghui is.

Wen Jin smiled, "It seems that he also has weaknesses. As long as you use the right method, you can teach him well."

Just now, Wen Jin noticed that Zhang Minghui’s hands were rough and there were still calluses in the palms of his hands. He was unwilling to mention sending him back.

It seems that he is willing to live here in Jing Xiaocha.

Wen Jin and Jing Xiaocha left the kitchen and came to the living room. Zhang Minghui ran over with the notebook and looked at Jing Xiaocha eagerly, "Auntie, I can write."

Jing Xiaocha took the notebook he handed over, and wrote a few more after the first consonant, and the latter ones were more correct than the previous ones.

It's not that he can't, but he just doesn't want to write.

"You have thick skin and thick skin. You don't need to go to the hospital. The ointment is applied. Finish the assignments your aunt gave you.

This ointment is produced in the Wenjin Pharmaceutical Factory. When he got off the car just now, he took one in his hand.

Although Zhang Minghui was a bit wronged, he didn't dare to say no. He was really a rough-skinned boy. His hands were so hot that he did not cry. The grievance just now should have been pretended.

When Jing Xiaocha applied the ointment to him, he just clenched his teeth and did not squeak.

Wen Jin sat aside and watched this scene calmly, hoping that this lesson will make Zhang Minghui remember and not regenerate moths.

He knew Xiaocha was too kind, so he would take him in when Zhang Minghui hated her so much.

Seeing Jing Xiaocha put the medicine on him, Wen Jin said lightly, "You live with your aunt, and you can't eat and drink for nothing. When you are ready to work in our factory, I will pay you. "

(End of this chapter)