About three days later, at noon, Zhang Fan was just cooking lunch at home when his cell phone rang. He picked up his cell phone and saw that it was his daughter's head teacher called.

"Hey, hello, Teacher Luo."

"Zhang Fan, right? Come to school quickly. Something happened to your daughter!"

Zhang Fan's heart suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong? What's wrong with Zhou Zhou?"

"She had conflicts with her classmates in class. Her classmates' parents came and even hit your daughter. Come over quickly."

"What's the matter? Hit my daughter?"

Zhang Fan suddenly felt angry.

Although Zhang Fan was a little poor before, he usually held his daughter as a pearl, let alone beat the child, and he never even scolded him.

Moreover, Zhou Zhou has always been very obedient, precocious and sensible.

At that moment, Zhang Fan rode a shared bicycle to the kindergarten where his daughter was.

When he arrived at the kindergarten teacher's office, Zhang Fan discovered that in the office, the young female teacher, his daughter Zhou Zhou, a boy of similar grade to his daughter, and a bald man in his thirties, wearing a gold necklace, a fat face and a slightly fat figure.

The boy hid behind the bald man. Obviously, this bald man full of social atmosphere was the parent opposite.

At this time, the daughter's tender face was covered with tears, and she hid behind the head teacher, with a clear slap mark on her face.

"Teacher Luo, what's going on?"

Zhang Fan looked at the bald man with a blue face and asked, "Zhou Zhou, come here and tell dad who has bullied you!"

When Zhou Zhou saw his father coming, he hurriedly hid behind Zhang Fan again, but she still didn't dare to look at the bald man. She stuttered and said, "Dad, beat me... he!"

"Why hit you?"

"I'll say it!" Seeing Zhang Fan's look like a slut, the bald man looked a little contempt in his eyes. He pointed at Zhang Fan with one hand and asked coldly: "Are you Zhou Zhou's parent? You are very tutoring, do you know? Look at what your daughter has scratched my son?"

Zhang Fan was stunned, and then he noticed that the little boy hiding behind the bald man's right cheek was covered with nail marks, and even bloodstains were cut on his face. At the same time, his hair was also very messy. It seemed that a lot of hair had been scratched, and his nose was bleeding.

Zhang Fan was stunned: Looking at him, did his daughter beat the little boy?

But even so, it cannot be a reason for parents to take action?!

Zhang Fan stared at the bald man coldly: "Children fight, are you an adult interfering? How old are you? Are you in your thirties or thirty pounds?"

"You fart! My son Wei Xiaobo was beaten like this by your daughter, are you blind?" The bald man pointed at Zhang Fan's nose and scolded: "It turns out that there is a good daughter, there is a good father! My daughter is a hooligan, and my father is not a good thing. I tell you! I want to take my son to the hospital to be determined. In his condition, he is at least a concussion, and it is hard to say whether there are any sequelae!"

"Okay, Wei Liang! Don't make a big deal." At this time, the head teacher couldn't help but say, "If you want me to tell me, you really shouldn't do it! Wei Xiaobo also needs to be educated. If he doesn't strip Zhou Zhou's pants, Zhou Zhou wouldn't be so angry."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Fan was shocked: "Teacher Luo, what did you say? Take off my daughter's pants?!"

"Yes, I'll watch the surveillance." The head teacher pondered and said: "When the get out of class was off, Wei Xiaobo was sitting behind Zhou Zhou. The two of them were playing and making jokes. Suddenly, Wei Xiaobo rushed over and took off Zhou Zhou's pants while he was not prepared!"

"What's that?" the bald man defended with an indifferent look: "How old are they? They are only ten years old together. What does such a young child know? Isn't this just a kid kid? As for your daughter who has such a big temper, will she beat Xiaobo like that?"

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, turned to look at his daughter, and said in a deep voice: "Baby, remember! If you encounter such a thing next time, you will be beaten to me if you kill me! It's okay to beat me to death!"

Zhang Fan looked at his daughter who had not dried up his tears and was filled with fear in his little eyes, and his heart was filled with fear.

In the field of children's physiological education, Zhang Fan and Zhou Yingying did a good job because they saw too many examples of bad uncles luring ignorant and innocent little girls.

Especially Zhou Yingying, in this regard, he spared no effort to educate Zhou Zhou. It is precisely because of this that Zhou Zhou responded so much.

In fact, if you are another five or six-year-old child, you may not even know how to protect yourself.

"Look! Look! Teacher Luo! Look at what parents are called?!" The bald man glared at Zhang Fan with an angry look on his face: "Wei Liang, a parent like you, have lived for the first time in more than 30 years! It's okay to beat him to death?! Let me tell you! If you don't pay 50,000 yuan for compensation, your father is Li Gang!"

"Why is it not my turn to educate my daughter? You will make another 50,000 yuan, right? Haha! OK!" Zhang Fan's eyes were slightly red, and he glanced at the head teacher: "Teacher Luo, please take your two children out. I'll talk to this parent alone!"

"What's wrong, do you still want to do it?"

Wei Liang looked at Zhang Fan with contempt and shouted.

Zhang Fan is a medium-sized person, but he is too thin. With his body, Wei Liang would not take Zhang Fan seriously at all if he did it.

After a while, after Teacher Luo went out, Zhang Fan rushed forward, grabbed Wei Liang's collar with one hand, swung his iron fist, and directly hit the latter's belly with a punch!

"Bang!"

With just one punch, Wei Liang couldn't bear it anymore, his forehead was sweating, his face was twisted, and his whole body curled up like shrimps.

A few days ago, when Zhang Fan was on the Ringcheng Road, he was able to fight and lose his best. Not to mention that Wei Liang is the only one.

Wei Liang was full of confidence the first second, but the next second, he was stunned by Zhang Fan's punch. He only felt a soreness in his mouth and vomited all the food soup for the night.

"I can afford the 50,000 yuan. I will add 50,000 yuan to you, and I will make it according to the standard of 100,000 yuan!"

Zhang Fan roared lowly, rushed up again, grabbed Wei Liang's hair, held him like a dead dog, and then slapped Wei Liang four or five times in a row with his right hand.

Wei Liang was simply stunned and felt that there were stars in front of him.

"Swish!"

Zhang Fan grabbed Wei Liang's collar with both hands again, rushed forward, and suddenly a gun was used. Wei Liang completely lost his combat power and fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

Wei Liang looked at Zhang Fan with red eyes, and gasped heavily, but his momentum was much weaker.

"Swish"

"Don't wear a gold necklace and be a social person! You have stories! I have accidents!!" Zhang Fan picked up the note on the table, wrote down a number, and then threw the note in front of Wei Liang, shouting: "This is my number. Go back and call me, and 100,000 yuan is not a penny! If you are not convinced, I will welcome you at any time! If you want to call the police, you can do whatever you want! Just such a small injury, you can't even be a minor injury!"
Chapter completed!