Chapter 807 There is no baba bastard

Five years later--

   "Bongrel! Bongrel!"

In the dark corner of the classroom, a four-year-old boy was shrinking. He was still wearing a school uniform torn by malicious intentions. He hugged his body tightly. The whole person trembled violently with fear, buried in his knees. His little face was already covered with tears.

  Looks like a lonely, helpless and poor stray kitten.

   "I...I am not a bastard..."

  He cried and explained, but he dared not speak loudly.

  A group of young boys of the same age surrounded him tightly, all holding chalk in their hands, and they kept throwing at him.

   "You are a bastard... I'm here to talk, children without Baba are bastards!"

  Vicious insults echoed in the empty classroom.

   "Bastard! Go to hell!"

   "A **** without Baba, get out of our class!"

   "We smashed him! Smashed him!"

  The weak cry of the little boy was already covered by these insults.

"Card!"

  With the director’s order, the violence in the classroom came to an abrupt end. Then, the group of young boys scattered around.

The director stood up in front of the camera, slapped his palms vigorously, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Wonderful! He played a character who was bullied but didn't dare to resist. Even I watched it and couldn't help but want to. Weeping!"

   Then, thunderous applause rang out from the entire studio.

  At this moment, the little boy who had been shrinking in the corner raised his head, revealing a delicate little face.

   Suddenly, the whole studio was filled with surprises one after another.

   "Wow! So handsome!"

   "When I grow up, I don't know how many little girls have been harmed!"

   "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

   "As an auntie fan, I really want to marry him, ah, ah, this idea is too sinful!"

I saw that the little boy’s skin was porcelain-white, his features were exquisite, and under his thick curled eyelashes, there were a pair of smart big eyes, like a vast universe, hidden by a river of bright stars, and small and slightly curled pink lips. A tender jelly.

  No one can imagine that he would have such a thrilling beauty at a young age, enough to attract women of all ages to be crazy about him.

  Isn’t it even more serious when I grow up?

  Everyone was even more surprised. What kind of woman can give birth to such a beautiful little milk baby.

The little boy stood up slowly amidst the compliments of everyone, his little hand wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, his arrogant look, how could he still have the cowardly and pitiful look before, he is simply a noble and elegant little prince, with every move. Exuding fatal charm.

   There was endless applause in his ears, but he couldn't stir the waves in his eyes, and there was a calmness on his small face that did not belong to his age.

  As soon as he walked to the chair in the rest area and sat down, a large group of staff swarmed him and surrounded him.

The director squeezed the crowd away, walked in front of him, nodded and bowed. "Little actor, your performance is absolutely amazing. It really makes me admire the five-body cast! Are you tired? If you are tired, I will now let people take the afternoon The play is postponed until tomorrow. If you are not available tomorrow, it is okay to postpone it until the day after tomorrow!"

  The little boy had a little head and agreed.

  At this time, another staff member brought a glass of boiled water and asked in a sweet voice, "Little actor, do you need water?"

  (End of this chapter)