The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

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The Zhu family, the leading wealthy family in Jiangcheng, has been very lively recently.

Zhu Xiangxiang was admitted to the hospital in a car accident and urgently needed a blood transfusion. No one in Zhu's family matched her blood type.

Mrs. Zhu, Lin Qing, hired a private detective to investigate. It turned out that sixteen years ago, when the Zhu family was still in its infancy, Lin Qing gave birth in a small town health center, and the nurse picked up the wrong child. the fate of a child.

Zhu Xiangxiang became the daughter of a wealthy family, but the real daughter lived in the countryside.

The story in the playbook became true, and the spectators sighed and wished Xiangxiang a good life, and they had nothing but pity for the poor real daughter.

Today is the day when the real daughter comes to the door.

There are many spectators in Jiangcheng, and if a real daughter lives in the countryside, it will definitely be difficult for her to live in a dignified place.

As for Zhu Xiangxiang, known as the number one lady in Jiangcheng, there are countless young talents who admire her, but she is aloof and arrogant, and she is always looked down upon, so many of the ladies in Jiangcheng are jealous, and now Phoenix is ​​actually a chicken coop. Those who come out, even if they get a chance, they can't help but taunt them to death.

So under the publicity of these socialites who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal, the Zhu family's real and fake daughter's matter is aroused, and even the entertainment sector has spent a lot of coverage on it.

There was a sports car parked by the flower bed opposite the Qu’s villa, and there were three stylishly dressed girls sitting in the car. The woman with wavy curly hair and red lips in the driver’s seat took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose with one hand, and played with a SLR camera with the other, curling her lips He smiled and said, "Zhu Xiangxiang must be restless now."

"Sure, the reason why she was arrogant in the past was because she was the daughter of the Zhu family, but now she is praying that the Zhu family will not kick her out." Li Jiaojiao gloated.

The girl on the co-pilot frowned and said, "But I heard that the real daughter of Zhu's family grew up in a nunnery. She has no experience and no education. Can she fight Zhu Xiangxiang who is so scheming?"

Li Jiaojiao gave her a white look: "Isn't there still us? If the money is in place, everything will be easy to handle. As long as I can make Zhu Xiangxiang suffer, I will spare no effort."

She had worked so hard to chase the male god for a year, and as soon as she got it, Zhu Xiangxiang hooked him away with his fingers. Li Jiaojiao was the one who hated her the most among all the people.

Zhao Zhen glanced at the rearview mirror: "Here we are."

In the blink of an eye, a black car stopped at the gate of the villa, and the driver got down and opened the rear door.

Zhao Zhen was holding the DSLR, and the car was parked diagonally in front of the gate, so only one silhouette could be seen.

I saw a tall and thin figure walking out of the car, wearing brown clothes like willows in the wind, making his back look thinner and slender.

The girl wears a nun's face, her face is invisible, her shoulders are straight, her footsteps are not fast or slow, like a summer breeze, and just a back view gives people a sense of coolness and tranquility.

Zhao Zhen "clicked" to take a few photos, but the figure of the other party had long disappeared from the entrance, and she stared at the slender figure in the SLR and fell into deep thought.

Sun Qingqing murmured: "My God, what a nun..."

Li Jiaojiao rubbed her hands excitedly: "It's a good show, but it's a pity that I can't enter Zhujia, otherwise the live broadcast must be very interesting."

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In the living room of the Zhu family, all the relatives of the Zhu family, big and small, are here, waiting to meet this real daughter.

Mrs. Zhu sat in the main seat, followed by Zhu Wentao and Lin Qing, and then Aunt Zhu Zhu Wenjie, and her daughter Zhou Ying, and Lin Qing sat next to Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhou Ying looked at Zhu Xiangxiang secretly, and saw that the girl was wearing a slim white sweater embroidered with silver freesia, a camel-colored suspender dress, long hair shawl, and a delicate appearance, with her hands folded on her lower abdomen, elegant and dignified, graceful, like the first lady enough.

Even at this time, there was still no trace of panic and embarrassment on her face, as if what was about to come was not a thorn in her side who would take away her daughter's position, but an ordinary guest.

Zhou Ying curled her lips secretly, and when the real daughter comes, I'll see if you can hold your breath.

Uncle Wen, the housekeeper, came in: "Miss is here."

In the blink of an eye, Mantang's eyes fell on the door.

Although it has long been rumored that the real daughter grew up in a temple, but seeing a girl in Ziyi and a monk's hat walk in, everyone still has a subtle feeling in their hearts.

When Lin Qing saw her biological daughter, she was not excited at all, but frowned instead.

The old lady smiled and waved her hands: "Grandma's eyes are blurred and she can't see clearly. Come to grandma."

When the girl came closer, the old lady held her hand, looked at her carefully, and became more and more satisfied: "You are so handsome, what's your name?"

"Mingjing." The voice was like a yellow warbler, gentle and quiet.

"Good boy, you were wronged before. From now on, you are a part of this family. Whoever dares to bully you, tell grandma that grandma will never forgive you lightly." Then he glanced around, implying shock.

The old lady is very dignified in Zhu's family, what she said is the imperial decree, this real daughter pleases the old lady, life will not be too sad in the future.

"Xiangxiang." The old lady said.

Zhu Xiangxiang, who had been silent all this time, stood up and walked over with a gentle and dignified smile on his face.

Lin Qing looked at Zhu Xiangxiang worriedly.

"No matter what is true or not, you and Ming Jing are the daughters of my Zhu family. I will not favor one over the other. I will hand over Ming Jing to you in the future. You are the older sister. You should take more care of her, you know?"

Zhu Xiangxiang said softly, "I see, grandma."

Turning around and holding Ming Jing's hand, she smiled softly and said, "Ming Jing, I'm Xiang Xiang, you can call me sister or my name, I'll show you to recognize our relatives."

Her attitude is natural, neither overly rigid nor overly intimate, making her feel as comfortable as a spring breeze.

Ming Jing followed her to recognize relatives one by one. The relatives praised and handed over a red envelope, which was regarded as a meeting gift for the children.

When it was Zhu Wenjie's turn, she stuffed a thick red envelope, and said with a warm smile: "I used to think that Xiangxiang didn't look like my sister-in-law, but now I know the reason after seeing Mingjing. They are indeed mother and daughter. They are just like a model." carved out of it."

Lin Qing's already gloomy face was as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and he glared at Zhu Wenjie fiercely.

Zhu Wenjie would be happy if Lin Qing could be deflated.

Her words were also deliberately trying to run Lin Qing down. In fact, Ming Jing didn't look like Zhu Wenjie at all. If it wasn't for the DNA test results, she must have felt that the private detective was fooling people.

"Cousin, you grew up in a nunnery. Isn't life boring? By the way, cousin, do you go to school? How many words do you know?" Zhou Ying asked innocently.

Not to mention Lin Qing's face was dripping with gloom, even the old lady's face was not very good-looking, she glared at Zhou Ying, "Yingying."

Zhu Xiangxiang was about to open her mouth to make a rescue, when Ming Jing, who had been silent all the time, spoke. She twisted the beads in one hand, and the beads were round and bright, with the patina bearing the traces of time, and there was an inexplicable harmony in the girl's pale fingertips.

"Thanks to the great love of Master, I was taught calligraphy since I was a child. I don't have much talent, but I don't know how to make fun of it. As for going to school, the nunnery is poor, and I have no chance to go to school."

The wording is elegant and elegant, as if he has never read a book.

Looking at that young girl again, her skin is as fair as snow, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her nose is like jade, and her lips are like vermilion. As she said, the nunnery is poor, and she has no flesh. Her cheeks are also as thin as jade, adding to her beauty. Kind of affectionate.

However, the most outstanding thing in her body is her eyes, which are as quiet as a deep pool, without waves or ripples, like the compassionate Avalokitesvara on the Great Compassion Altar, with all living beings in her eyes, saving the world from the sea of ​​suffering.

For a moment, Zhou Ying almost knelt down and worshiped.

"Pity my niece who is as beautiful as a flower. She has suffered so much since she was a child. Unlike Xiangxiang, she went to the best aristocratic school since she was a child. She eats and wears famous brands. She also learns piano and dance. If you are not wronged, Now the number one lady in Jiangzhou is you."

Zhu Wenjie's every word was provocative, for fear that the two of them would not be able to fight.

Zhu Xiangxiang smiled and said: "Auntie, the matter has come to this point, there is no point in talking more, I will make up for Ming Spiegel in the future."

When it was Lin Qing's turn, she put the jade bracelet she had worn on her wrist for many years on Ming Jing's wrist, and said stiffly: "I will listen to your sister from now on, this is your home."

Ming Jing's wrist was extremely thin, and the jade bracelet was not suitable at all, and it would easily fall off with a slight movement. I don't know whether Lin Qing's move was intentional or unintentional.

Ming Jing caressed the warm and cool jade bracelet with his fingers, and lowered his eyes lightly: "Thank you, mother."

Lin Qing choked, "You don't know how to call mom?" It's not a feudal society, so it's so unfamiliar.

Zhu Wentao waved his hand: "The child just came back, don't push so hard."

He didn't have expectations for this daughter before, but he didn't expect to see a real person. She has a good impression. She looks better than Zhu's family members, and her personality is neither arrogant nor impatient. If she trains well in the future, she will not be worse than Xiangxiang.

"By the way, there is another younger brother, Shaodan, who is one year younger than us. He is very playful and stays away all day. I will introduce him to you when he comes back.

After confirming relatives, the relatives bid farewell and left one by one.

Lin Qing looked at the purple clothes on Ming Jing's body, and frowned in disgust: "It's really bad luck, Xiangxiang, give her a set of your clothes first, and take her to the mall tomorrow to buy some clothes, what are you wearing, and what are you wearing?" I also took off my mitral hat, and wore a wig if I had no hair."

Ming Jing didn't say much, and followed Zhu Xiangxiang upstairs.

"You are her real mother. As soon as the child comes back, she can't talk well, and scare the child again." Grandma Zhu reprimanded.

"Mom, look at the clothes she's wearing. Anyway, I can't afford to lose this person."

"Is this something the child can choose? Knowing that the child is not doing well, you should prepare your clothes in advance and pick her up in person. If you haven't raised her for a day, what right do you have to despise her? I see your attitude like this That’s what makes people laugh.”

Lin Qing was speechless.

Grandma Zhu snorted: "Besides, at that stop, I don't think she is any worse than the Xiangxiang you brought out yourself. That's your own daughter. You can have some snacks." Then she leaned on a cane Back to the room.

Upstairs, Ming Jing came out of the cloakroom after changing clothes, and Zhu Xiangxiang, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in thought, turned his head and his pupils shrank subconsciously.

The emotion in his eyes was fleeting, and he walked up as if nothing had happened, "You are taller than me, and the skirt is a bit short, but it looks good."

It's true, Ming Jing is tall and thin, comparable to a supermodel, and a proper clothes rack.

Ming Jing folded the clothes neatly, took off the monk hat and put them together, staring at the back of her round head, Zhu Xiangxiang thought, she never knew that a bald head could be so good-looking.

Mingjing’s room is in the innermost room on the second floor. It’s no different than Zhu Xiangxiang’s. It has a floor-to-ceiling balcony and a cloakroom bathroom. It’s a temporary guest room with a separate bathroom. It’s as cold as a model room. We have prepared some daily necessities for girls, even sanitary napkins. Five things, I have to say that the people who prepared these were quite careful.

"I live next door. If you need to tell me anything, you can take a rest first, and have a family dinner at seven o'clock in the evening." Zhu Xiangxiang left after finishing speaking.

Ming Jing came with nothing on his body, so there was nothing to clean up.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating, Ming Jing muttered to himself, "Monks don't tell lies. Things happen for a reason. I beseech Buddha to forgive me."

Men and women are clean 1VS1, the heroine is slow to heat up, the relationship is progressing slowly, and she can concentrate on her career

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