Chapter 162 Her mother is much better than my mother

Mom helped Jiang Jiang change his class.

She also warned the school that if this happened again, she would take it directly to court, and the subpoena would arrive more punctually than she would in person.

The head of the Education Bureau frantically called the director, saying that there was a big mess in the school and he couldn't control it.

With her mother's support, Jiang Jiang became the eldest daughter in the new class who gave everything she wanted with ease.

I took half a day off and took Jiang Jiang to the amusement park to play for an afternoon.

During this time, the occasional ringing of the phone was turned off by the mother. When they parted, the mother gave Jiang Jiang a big hug and said, "Don't be afraid, Shanshan. With your mother here, no one can bully my baby Shanshan."

Mom bought Jiang Jiang a mobile phone and told her to send her a message if she had anything to say and she would check it when she was free.

Mom went back to work and Jiang Jiang went home by herself.

The bicycle was pedaled very fast.

"Xingxing, why do you think the original owner committed suicide? She had such a good mother!"

She rode the wind, wandering through the alleys filled with the aroma of food.

[The original owner's resistance was regarded by the teacher as the original owner bullying other students and reported to the original owner's parents many times. Therefore, the original owner's parents thought that the original owner had learned bad things in school and was full of lies, so they did not believe the original owner. ]

"Her mom is much better than my mom!"

Even if she cried to death, Jiang Jiang's mother would not care about Jiang Jiang. If it weren't for the need for an extra laborer to share her mother's work, Jiang Jiang's mother would always wish Jiang Jiang to die.

Before my younger brother was born, Jiang Jiang's mother used to speak harshly to me.

Ever since her younger brother was born, Jiang Jiang's mother thought Jiang Jiang had lost her value and scolded her all day long for being ungrateful and wasting the family's food.

I remember that year when I was thirteen years old, I was carrying two full loads of bricks and walking on a bridge made of two wooden planks. I lost my balance and fell off the roof of the first floor.

Jiang Jiang's mother's first words were to blame Jiang Jiang for breaking bricks, damaging the carrying pole and the basket.

He totally ignored her bleeding feet and slapped her in the face under the scorching sun that blinded her. He then whipped her with a wooden stick, replacing every time it broke, and cursed her as a money-loser in front of everyone.

Jiang Jiang didn't say a word.

Whether it was the bruised feet from falling, or the purple bruises on the body from being beaten by Jiang Jiang's mother.

Jiang Jiang accepted everything indifferently.

I cut two pieces of old clothes, mashed some grass, and applied it to the wound, and it healed.

How can you not envy other people’s mothers?

Only when Jiang Jiang possesses someone else can he clearly feel his mother's warmth, it turns out to be so strong.

The original owner was bullied by this school for three years.

Three years, for the original owner, was her short yet long life.

Jiang Jiang didn't expect this incident to become such a big deal.

Experiencing things that I have never experienced myself through others is like living my life again through someone else's identity.

The class that the original owner's mother changed for Jiang Jiang happened to be Class 4.

The original class was Class Six.

There are a total of six classes in the original owner's grade.

What couldn't be more coincidental was that when Class Four assigned seats, Jiang Jiang was assigned to sit next to Du Zhiqi.

It was classmate Du who inexplicably flicked Jiang Jiang's head last time. The two of them were once punished to stand outside the office door together and wrote self-criticisms together.

The teacher probably forgot about the speech under the national flag.

The two people did not go up to read the apology.

It's a blessing.

[Host, the original data shows that Du Zhiqi likes Zhang Zefang. ]

"Who is Zhang Zefang?" Jiang Jiang opened her sketchbook. The clothing design was not finished yet, so she added a few strokes on it from time to time.