Chapter 2010 Really Cruel

Jing Xiaocha didn't want to delay Wen Jin and Ou Yihan's date, so she quickly refused, "Brother Wen, Sister Ou is still waiting for you, go quickly."

"It doesn't matter."

Wen Jin's voice was calm, low, but undeniably domineering.

He immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Ou Yihan's number, "Yihan, I have something to do and I can't have dinner with you."

After only one minute of call time, the call was closed.

When Jing Xiaocha saw that he called Ou Yihan to cancel the appointment, he said nothing and took him upstairs together.

When he opened the door, he heard the sound of water rushing from the kitchen. Jing Xiaocha went straight to the kitchen, while Zhang Minghui was still standing in front of the sink, holding his hand.

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

"Why is it so burned?"

Jing Xiaocha looked at Zhang Minghui with a tight eyebrow. His left hand was bandaged, and the only one left that was intact was now burned like this.

Zhang Minghui's eyes flickered and he said in a low voice, "Auntie, I was thirsty and wanted to boil water to drink, but I accidentally burned my hand."

"Isn't there water in the kettle? Why are you still boiling water?"

"I didn't look at the kettle."

Zhang Minghui seemed a little guilty and did not dare to look into Jing Xiaocha's eyes.

Wen Jin, who followed in, glanced at Zhang Minghui's hand. His left hand was bandaged, and it was red and swollen. The kettle for boiling water was thrown on the ground, and there was water all over the floor.

"You are so talented. The hand holding the kettle can be burned like this."

Wen Jin's cool voice came from behind Jing Xiaocha, who bent down and picked up the kettle.

When Zhang Minghui saw Wen Jin, his eyes shrank, he looked at Jing Xiaocha pitifully, and said with red eyes, "Auntie, let's go to the hospital, my hand hurts."

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

Zhang Minghui pursed his lips and did not answer.

Jing Xiaocha explained for him, "Brother Wen, his hand is still bandaged and he can only use his right hand."

Wen Jin raised his lips and said with a smile, "That's interesting. You were carrying the kettle to go outside and pour it into a cup, but you poured the kettle in the kitchen, and even if you didn't lift it, it fell to the ground and you were burned. It should be your foot, why is it your right hand holding the kettle?"

Doubts flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes, and he looked down at Wen Jin's hand holding the kettle. Just as he said, Zhang Minghui had not been careful to hold it steady.

The kettle dropped to the floor and boiling water spilled out. It was probably his feet that were burned, but his hands couldn't be burned 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.

In the homework assigned to him before he left, he only wrote the initial consonant in a crooked way, and then threw the pen aside.

In the kitchen, Zhang Minghui glared at Wen Jin hatefully, blaming this guy for ruining his business.

Wen Jin looked at him leisurely. Just when he entered the room, he glanced at the balcony. There was a desk with pen and paper on it.

He knew about Zhang Minghui's bad deeds. Now seeing Jing Xiaocha coming back with a cold expression on his face while holding a notebook, Wen Jin knew that Zhang Minghui had really attacked his only good hand just to skip homework and study. .

This little thing is really ruthless.

Be so cruel to yourself.

"Zhang Minghui, do you think 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 don't."

Zhang Minghui's eyes were clearly filled with guilt. He didn't dare to look into Jing Xiaocha's eyes, but he still stubbornly refused to admit it.

Jing Xiaocha snorted coldly, "Now that both of your hands are injured, you can't study or write, and you can't count on the agreement you made with me. I can't leave you here to eat and drink for free. I'll put it down now." You send it back."

As soon as he heard that he would be sent back, Zhang Minghui became anxious.

This is different from what he thought.

He originally thought that as long as he burned his hands, he could stop doing homework for a while and eat and drink for free here.

Why is it now that we want to send him away?

"Auntie, I won't go back."

Zhang Minghui grabbed Jing Xiaocha's sleeve and didn't care about his red and swollen hands.

If he was sent back, his grandmother, whom he was not close to, would have no sympathy for him. She would definitely still ask him to work every day.

Jing Xiaocha's face was solemn, and his tone was firm and non-negotiable, "We can't fulfill any of our agreements now, so why should I support you in vain?"

"Auntie, I was wrong."

Zhang Minghui is someone who dares to admit his mistakes.

"Where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't have burned my hands just to not do my homework. Auntie, I promise you, there won't be another time. Even if my hands are burned, I can still do my homework."

"..."

Jing Xiaocha gave him a look that only a ghost would believe you.

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

Wen Jin glanced at Zhang Minghui who ran over to do his homework, then looked away, looked at Jing Xiaocha beside him, and whispered, "You are right, you can't condone him."

"If you hadn't found out, Brother Wen, I would have been deceived by him."

Jing Xiaocha said with emotion.

It seems that it has been too long since I have been with Zhang Minghui, and I have forgotten what a bad child Zhang Minghui is.

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

Wen Jin noticed just now that Zhang Minghui's hands were rough and there were calluses on his palms. But when it came to sending him back, he was unwilling.

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

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

Jing Xiaocha took the notebook he handed over and wrote a few more words after the first initial consonant. The words written at the back were more correct than the previous ones.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to write, he just doesn’t want to write.

"You don't need to go to the hospital because you have thick skin. Apply the ointment and finish the homework your aunt gave you."

This ointment was produced by Wenjin Pharmaceutical Factory. When he got out of the car just now, he took one.

Although Zhang Minghui was a little aggrieved, he didn't dare to say no. He was really a rough-skinned boy. Even though his hands were burned like this, he didn't cry. The grievance just now was probably an act.

When Jing Xiaocha applied ointment to him, he just gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Wen Jin sat aside and watched this scene calmly, hoping that this lesson would make Zhang Minghui remember it better and prevent him from making mistakes again.

He knew that Xiaocha was too kind, that's why she took Zhang Minghui in even though he hated her so much.

Seeing that Jing Xiaocha had applied the medicine on him, Wen Jin said calmly, "You live at your aunt's place and you can't eat and drink for free. When you get better, come work in my factory and I will pay you a salary. "