The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset - Chapter 8 Contest

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   Chapter 8 Competition

  In the car going back, Jiang Chunlan glanced at the young man sitting next to him.

   The neon streamer outside the car window flies by, and the young boy’s eyebrows are even more grim.

  "Xiaochen, what do you think of the granddaughter of the Li family?"

  Jiang Jinchen frowned imperceptibly, "General."

  He has no habit of speaking badly behind his back.

  Jiang Chunlan was silent for a moment, and sighed: "The Cheng family won the bet."

   With an ambiguous sentence, the sensitive Jiang Jinchen understood everything in an instant.

  Jiang Chunlan patted Jiang Jinchen on the back of his hand softly, and said softly: "Mom won't force you, let's make contact first, forget it if it is inappropriate."

   "Everything was said by the little master, I hope our family can do well."

  Jiang Jinchen was very curious about who the little master his mother was talking about all day long.

  —

  Lin Qing went home dejectedly and ran into Zhu Wentao who was off work at the gate.

"how?"

  Lin Qing shook his head: "Mrs. Jiang refused to help."

  Zhu Wentao said helplessly: "I knew it was like this. The situation in Kyoto has changed, and Mrs. Jiang can't take care of herself now."

  Lin Qing didn’t understand these situations. She cried and said, “What should I do? Do you want me to watch Shao Dan go to jail? He is so young...”

   Zhu Wentao was also very worried, rubbing his forehead: "I will think of a way."

  Recently, the company’s capital chain has also gone wrong. He has worked overtime until now and he hasn’t even bothered to drink his saliva.

  It's really a leak in the house, and it's rainy night.

  Walking into the living room, Zhou’s mother was tidying up the dining room. There was a big cup on the table, and the faint fragrance floated, and the worms in Zhu Wentao’s belly were haunting.

  Zhu Wentao strode over and opened the lid to see that there was half of the soup left, "Mother Zhou, give me a bowl."

   Zhou’s mother was surprised: “Mr. didn’t have dinner? You should ask the assistant to notify you in advance and prepare dinner for you.”

   "If you get busy, forget it. I think this soup is good. Let's make do with it."

  Zhu Wentao took a sip and couldn’t help but praised: “What kind of soup is this? It tastes good.”

  Mother Zhou smiled and said: "Fuling walnut lean meat soup, with more than a dozen Chinese medicinal materials added, to nourish the liver and kidneys, and has a peaceful taste. It was specially made by Miss Mingjing for the old lady."

  Zhu Wentao was taken aback, nodded and said, "This kid is filial, not bad."

  He has almost never seen this cheap biological daughter since she has been with her. She doesn't have any sense of presence in this family, as if she is a transparent person. If you can look at people's winks, come down early to brush up on her sense of presence.

  Lin Qing pouted her lips beside her, "Small bugs."

  Zhu Xiangxiang returned to the room, found out the number of the private detective who was coming from Lin Qing, and dialed it.

  Since I met Mrs. Jiang tonight, there has been a question circling in her heart. She has always believed in her instincts, so she must verify it.

  Private detectives have received a huge remuneration, so naturally they must answer questions.

After Ming Jing was replaced, her mother was unmarried and was unable to raise her children. So she was thrown at the door of Jiyueyi in Baitou Mountain. She was adopted by Jiyueyi’s Wuxin Master, who adopted five in total. Disciple, Ming Jingxing two.

Master Wuxin is too compassionate to rejuvenate, and the poor people at the foot of the mountain have some headaches and are eager to go to the nunnery. Master Wuxin does not take cents to see a doctor, and takes the initiative to deliver medicine. Therefore, Ji Yueyao is quite famous in the small town under Baitou Mountain, even some. People farther away are dedicated to driving to see a doctor.

   Zhu Xiangxiang asked: "Does Ming Spiegel go down the mountain often?"

The private investigator paused and replied: "According to our investigation, Master Wuxin passed away three months ago. Ming Jing once brought three younger sisters down the mountain. At the temple fair that day, many people met them and had conflicts with others. , But with the reputation of Master Wuxin, the villagers helped them, and they didn’t suffer."

Zhu Xiangxiang also wanted him to look up the matter about Madam Jiang's visit to Baitou Mountain two years ago, but the other party directly refused: "I can't take this transaction. Do you want to kill me? Anyone dare to investigate." hang up the phone.

  I wish Xiangxiang didn't get the answer she wanted, and she was not discouraged. I hope she thinks too much.

  —

  In the fourth quarter, the eighteenth class of high school and the first class of high two will have physical education classes at the same time.

  The practice of physical education class is to run two laps to warm up, then test 800 men and women, and then freely move around.

  A physical education teacher, so the two classes are mixed together for testing.

  Students in physical education class will change into special sportswear, blue and white sports short sleeves and pants, simple and youthful.

Ming Jing's 1.7 meter tall stands out among the girls. The smallest S size still looks a bit generous when worn on her body, with long arms and legs. The girl who likes to read fashion magazines secretly measured it, and said with envy and jealousy: "The wrist is over gear, the standard nine-headed body."

  Ming Jing was ranked last because of her height. When she stood in the back row and waited quietly, she was patted on the shoulder.

   "Ding Spiegel, what a coincidence, we have a gym class together."

  Behind him came the warm voice of Zhu Xiangxiang, and Ming Jing did not look back.

  Zhu Xiangxiang is the school flower, no matter where he goes, it is the focus, especially the first year of high school, she has a mysterious sense of admiration for her.

  Seeing that the goddess actually struck up a conversation with an unknown transfer student, everyone was puzzled. Tao Xingxing, who was in front of the mirror, pricked his ears to eavesdrop, and the gossip cells all over his body burned up.

   "Hmm." Der Spiegel responded in an unsatisfactory way, keeping his eyes on the figures on the runway.

   "Let’s run together later, so I can be a companion. In fact, I hate testing 800. It’s too painful. You must be mentally prepared for the first test."

"thanks."

How is this going? Where is the high-cold schoolgirl goddess? Talking to each other like an old woman, how dare the other party to answer the question?

  Finally, it was the last group's turn. The five people ran together, Ming Jing stood on the starting line, with Tao Xingxing and Zhu Xiangxiang on the left and right.

   "Can we make a bet?"

  Ming Jing glanced at her sideways.

  As if finally aroused the other party's emotions, Zhu Xiangxiang said triumphantly: "I won, you will change to a nice wig tomorrow, I lost..."

   Zhu Xiangxiang’s eyes rolled: "I promise you one thing, as long as I don’t violate the bottom line of principle, I can do anything."

  If Ming Jing changes her wig tomorrow, whether it looks good or not, it means she has settled down on her wearing a wig. Why do high school students wear wigs? Rumors about these young people with unstable temperament can only harm the other party in the end.

  Ming Jing hooked her lips, and the spring sunset came into her eyes, like the tiny stars covering the lake.

   "Just trouble me as little as possible."

   Zhu Xiangxiang's face became stiff, but he didn't expect the other party to speak without leaving any affection.

   The firing gun sounded, and the five people set off at the same time. All of the time on the playground was the cheering of Zhu Xiangxiang’s fans, which attracted many students in the nearby teaching building to stretch their heads.

  Ding Spiegel fell behind in no time. Zhu Xiangxiang and another sophomore girl went hand in hand, secretly pushing Spiegel away.

  Ming Jing is tall and long in legs, and she doesn't run hurriedly or slowly. There is no tension in the competition, as if walking in a leisurely court. However, she keeps a short distance from Zhu Xiangxiang, who is working hard in front of her.

  More importantly, the faces of Zhu Xiangxiang and the other girls running are grim, but they have a relaxed and refreshing face in the mirror.

This unscientific!

  (End of this chapter)

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