NOVEL NEXT Chapter 87 He is the savior
Wen Jianmin looked at the child under the light, feeling a little annoyed. He turned down his cell phone, got up and left the office upset.
When Wen Mo came off the stage, several of his classmates swarmed up to him, ruffling his hair and touching his trophy, all congratulating him.
Wen Mo's smile was a little shy, and he felt a little at a loss. Wen Qiao stepped forward, thanked the classmates for him, and then said: "Laihua Garden, sister invites you to dinner to celebrate our little Mo."
The students were delighted, and a group of people walked out surrounding Wen Mo.
Wen Chi won 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan, and he walked like a tiger, as if he had won the grand prize, and he was even more proud than Wen Mo.
As soon as we left the cultural center, we saw a large group of reporters suddenly swarming at the door, each with a camera in their hand, flashes coming and going, and microphones poking into Wen Mo's face.
Those reporters were like hungry wolves who saw their prey appear, their eyes sparkling.
"Hello, you are Wen Mo, the Youth Mathematical Olympiad champion, right?"
"I heard you are autistic."
"May I ask what education is like at your home?"
"May I ask who is your parent?"
The sound of questioning came one after another, and they were surrounded by water. The flashing lights made Wen Mo unable to open his eyes.
Wen Chi's anger was about to explode: "Where are you reporters from? Who asked you to come? If you don't want to be interviewed, get out of the way."
Wen Qiao put his arms around Wen Mo and shielded him from the reporters who desperately wanted to put the microphone to his mouth.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way."
While holding Wen Mo in her arms, she also told Wen Chi not to have physical conflicts with the reporters.
When these unscrupulous reporters take some photos and videos, Wen Chi will be pushed to the forefront.
She protected Wen Mo with one hand and held Wen Chi with the other, and walked to the intersection with difficulty. Su Yun stretched out her hand to block the reporters: "We are not accepting interviews."
"I heard that Wen Mo is autistic and can't speak, right?"
"You are a parent, right? How do you educate such an autistic child?"
"Is it particularly difficult to educate this kind of child? Do you suffer a lot as family members?"
A black Maybach was parked on the side of the road. Fu Nanli thought he had seen it wrong, but he saw that it was Wen Qiao who was being chased by a group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons.
The driver beeped twice, and Wen Qiao saw her savior.
"Get in the car." Fu Nanli reached out and opened the door. Wen Qiao quickly hugged Wen Mo, pushed aside the reporters crowding around him, and got in the car, followed closely by Su Yun and Wen Chi.
Wen Chi sat in the passenger seat, and there were four people in the back seat.
Wen Qiao squeezed beside Fu Nanli and looked worriedly at Wen Mo, who had his eyes lowered and his body was shaking a little, "Xiao Mo, are you okay?"
Wen Mo said nothing, as if he couldn't hear her voice.
The reporters were like zombies surrounding the city, clinging to the car windows. Fu Nanli asked the driver in a deep voice to drive.
"Master, are you still going to the dinner?"
"Send them back first."
"yes."
As the car sped along the wide road, Wen Qiao looked at Wen Mo worriedly: "Xiao Mo, are you okay?"
Wen Mo held Wen Qiao's hand tightly, trying to calm down the panic in his heart caused by the sudden influx of people. Not wanting his sister to worry became the only motivation for him to overcome his psychological barriers.
He looked up at Wen Qiao and held her hand tightly.
"Don't take those people seriously, you know?"
Wen Mo nodded hard.
"What's wrong with him?" His big hand suddenly held her small hand.
Wen Qiao was shocked. Her mother was sitting next to her, and she wanted to pull out.
The man was so strong that he didn't allow her to retreat and held her hand tightly.
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