The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 8 Competition

On the car going back, Jiang Chunlan glanced at the boy sitting beside him.

The neon streamer outside the car window flew by, making the boy's brows even more stern.

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

Jiang Jinchen frowned imperceptibly, "Normal."

He has no habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs.

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

An ambiguous sentence, but the sensitive Jiang Jinchen instantly understood everything.

Jiang Chunlan patted the back of Jiang Jinchen's hand lightly, and said softly: "Mom won't force you, let's get in touch first, and forget it if it doesn't suit you."

"Everything is right by the little master, I hope our family will be fine."

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

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Lin Qing returned home dejectedly, and met Zhu Wentao who was off work at the gate.

"how?"

Lin Qing shook her head: "Mrs. Jiang refuses to help."

Zhu Wentao said helplessly: "I knew it was like this. The situation in the capital has changed, and Mrs. Jiang is too busy to take care of herself now."

Lin Qing didn't quite understand these situations, she cried and said, "Then what should I do? Do you want me to watch Shaodan go to jail? He's still so young..."

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

Recently, the company's capital chain has also encountered problems. He has worked overtime and has not even bothered to drink.

It's really a house leak and it rains all night.

Walking into the living room, Zhou's mother was cleaning up the dining room. There was a big cup on the dining table, and the faint aroma wafted over, tickling Zhu Wentao's gluttonous stomach.

Zhu Wentao strode over, lifted the lid and saw that there was still half of the soup left, "Mother Zhou, serve me a bowl."

Mother Zhou said in surprise, "Sir, didn't you have dinner? You should have asked your assistant to notify you in advance and prepare dinner for you."

"I forget it when I'm busy, I think this soup is good, let's make do with it."

Zhu Wentao took a sip and couldn't help but praise: "What kind of soup is this? It tastes good."

Zhou's mother smiled and said: "Fuling walnut lean meat soup, added more than a dozen Chinese medicinal materials, nourishes the liver and kidney, and has a mild nature and flavor. Miss Mingjing specially made it for the old lady."

Zhu Wentao froze for a moment, nodded and said, "This kid is filial, not bad."

He has hardly seen this cheap biological daughter since she came here. She doesn't have any sense of presence in this family, like a transparent person.

Lin Qing pouted beside him, "Small tricks."

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

Since meeting Mrs. Jiang tonight, there has been a question circling in her mind. She has always believed in her intuition, so she must verify it.

The private detective was paid a huge amount of money, so he naturally answered every question.

After Mingjing was replaced, her mother became pregnant before marriage and was unable to raise the child, so she left her at the gate of Jiyueyi in Baitou Mountain, and was adopted by Jiyueyi's Wuxin teacher. Wuxin teacher adopted a total of five Disciple, Mirror Xing II.

Master Wuxin has a compassionate heart and a wonderful hand to rejuvenate. The poor people at the foot of the mountain have some headaches and eagerness to go to the nunnery. People farther away drive to see a doctor.

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

The private detective paused and replied: "According to our investigation, Master Wuxin passed away three months ago, and Ming Jing took three junior junior sisters down the mountain. At the temple fair that day, many people saw them, and they even had conflicts with them." , but with the reputation of Mrs. Wuxin, the villagers all helped them, and it didn't hurt them."

Zhu Xiangxiang also wanted him to investigate the matter of Mrs. Jiang's visit to Mount Baitou two years ago, but the other party refused directly: "I can't accept this deal. Are you trying to kill me? Anyone dares to investigate." After speaking, he hurried hang up the phone.

Zhu Xiangxiang didn't get the answer she wanted, and she wasn't discouraged, but I hope she was thinking too much.

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In the fourth quarter of the morning, Class 18 of Senior High School and Class 1 of Senior Secondary School have physical education classes at the same time.

As usual in physical education class, first run two laps to warm up, then test the male and female 800, and then move freely.

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, which are simple and youthful.

Ming Jing's height of 1.7 meters stands out among the crowd of girls. The smallest S size still looks a bit wide on the body, with long hands and long legs. There is a girl who likes to flip through fashion magazines to measure secretly, and said enviously and jealously: "The wrist is out of gear, the standard nine-headed body."

Ming Jing was last in line because of her height, and while she was standing quietly waiting in the back row, someone patted her on the shoulder.

"Mingjing, what a coincidence, we have physical education class together."

Zhu Xiangxiang's enthusiastic voice came from behind, and Ming Jing didn't look back.

Zhu Xiangxiang is the belle of the school, and she is the focus of attention wherever she goes, especially the first freshman in high school, who has a mysterious sense of admiration for her.

Everyone was quite puzzled to see the goddess strike up a conversation with an unknown transfer student. Tao Xingxing, who was in line in front of the mirror, pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, and the gossip cells in his body were burning.

"Yeah." Ming Jing responded indifferently, keeping his eyes on the figures on the runway.

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

"Thanks."

How is this going? Where is the cold school beauty goddess? Talking to the other party like an old woman, and the other party dares to ignore it?

Finally, it was the last group's turn. 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 sideways at her.

As if finally arousing the other party's emotions, Zhu Xiangxiang said proudly: "I won, you change into a beautiful wig tomorrow, I lost..."

Zhu Xiangxiang rolled his eyes: "I will promise you one thing, as long as it does not violate the bottom line of principles, I can do whatever you want."

If Der Spiegel changed into a wig tomorrow, regardless of whether it looked good or not, she would have confirmed the fact that she was wearing a wig, why high school students wore wigs, these unstable young people spread rumors, and in the end they could only harm the other party.

Mingjing hooked his lips, and the spring sun fell into his eyes, covering the surface of the lake like tiny stars.

"Just don't bother me."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face froze, and he didn't expect the other party to say anything without showing any affection.

The firing gun rang out, and the five people set off at the same time. For a while, the playground was filled with cheers from Zhu Xiangxiang's fans, which attracted many students in the teaching building next to them to stretch their heads.

Ming Jing fell behind within two strokes, and Zhu Xiangxiang and another sophomore girl went hand in hand, secretly exerting their strength to throw Ming Jing far away.

Ming Jing is tall and long-legged, and she runs at a leisurely pace, without any tension in the competition, as if she is strolling in the garden, but she keeps a close distance from Zhu Xiangxiang, who is exerting strength in front of her.

More importantly, Zhu Xiangxiang and the other girls ran with ferocious faces, but Ming Jing looked relaxed and refreshed.

This unscientific!