Chapter 4

School starts for a week.

Mingjing goes out to school early every day. She refuses Zhu Xiangxiang's invitation to take a special bus. Instead, she takes a bus every day.

Shut up in the room when you go home and never come out.

She didn't even eat dinner. The nanny invited her once and said that it was a monk who didn't eat at noon.

Therefore, Mingjing came to Zhu's house for ten days, and Zhu Xiangxiang didn't meet her once.

Lin Qing dressed up every day and went out to go shopping and play mahjong with her sister group. She had long forgotten her biological daughter. I still wish grandma to remind her that Lin Qing just wanted to come. Oh, there are more people at home.

She recruited a nanny to ask about Mingjing's life. At two o'clock and one line every day, she was low-key and dull, and didn't do anything at all.

Lin Qing was relieved.

"Mingjing has been back for a few days. I think it's time to introduce her to everyone. Pick a lucky day and officially announce Mingjing's identity, so as not to wrong the child." Grandma Zhu suggested.

Zhu Xiangxiang frowned quietly.

Lin Qing lifted a strand of curly hair in his ear, took a sip of flower tea and said, "it's not good for Hunan. I think it's better to forget it."

"Mom, grandma is right. Everything I enjoy now is Mingjing, and it should be returned to her. Mingjing has suffered too much since she was a child, so she can't be wronged any more."

Zhu Xiangxiang's considerate words made Lin Qing quite emotional and praised her for being kind and sensible. Even Grandma Zhu couldn't help looking at her more and nodding secretly.

"Well, I'll arrange it. I hope the girl won't embarrass me."

"Mom, no, these days I will take the mirror to learn some noble etiquette and dress matching. At that time, she will be radiant and proud of our family."

"You are so considerate of others. Sometimes you can't be too kind. You will be bullied."

"No, my mother protects me."

The mother and daughter hugged each other and wished grandma a glance and glanced at the second floor.

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"Knock knock knock" knocks on the door evenly, showing the host's tenderness and patience.

The door opened and the indoor light was bright. Zhu Xiangxiang was dazzled.

The girl in front of her was wearing a white silk nightdress, which was ankle long, showing a slender skeleton.

Above the slender neck is a small head, and the bald head highlights the delicate and small cheeks.

The skin is white and thin without any defect.

A pair of eyes are as deep as an ancient well, as if on the top of a distant snow mountain, mysterious and cold. It's an illusion. When you look again, the spring breeze rises, like a trickle of water melting everything in the world.

That kind of feeling is difficult to describe accurately in words, arrogant but not superior, gentle but full of edge, compassionate but also ruthless.

Like God, she saw through everything and controlled everything, as if all people and things had nowhere to hide in such a pair of eyes.

Zhu Xiangxiang's heart beat a little fast. Mingjing asked calmly, "what's up?"

After calming his mood, Zhu Xiangxiang said, "can I go in?"

Mingjing step aside and wish Xiangxiang to go in.

There is no difference between the room and before she came in. The bed is even more neat than before, without any wrinkles. The only difference may be the Vajra Sutra at the head of the bed.

"Mom said that she would choose a good day next month to hold a banquet and invite famous people in Jiangzhou. At that time, she would solemnly introduce you to everyone."

Zhu Xiangxiang didn't find any mood fluctuations on Mingjing's face. She didn't even blink her eyelids.

Zhu Xiangxiang then said, "in order to appear with the best appearance, I'll take you to learn some celebrity courses from this weekend. If you're not familiar with it, let's take our time."

Mingjing replied thank you.

Zhu Xiangxiang is very frustrated. She really hasn't seen such a boring person. She can't fart with three sticks. Is it really that she doesn't want to recite Buddha?

"By the way, how about school? Are you still used to it? Can you keep up with the curriculum?"

Mingjing replied, "OK."

The chat stopped abruptly.

Zhu Xiangxiang fled and didn't want to stay with her for a moment.

The mirror closed the door, did not feel that he had any problems, and began the daily routine meditation time.

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"Shaodan, why haven't you come back?" Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, Lin Qing urgently began to call.

No answer at all.

Lin Qing is still very concerned about this son. Maybe it's because the mother and son are connected. She has an ominous feeling and begins to call Zhu shaodan's friends one by one.

After a round, no one answered, or I didn't see Zhu shaodan.

Lin Qing quickly asks the housekeeper to go to the place where Zhu shaodan often plays. Zhu shaodan is a standard dandy. He doesn't know how to speak. He often mingles with the rich second generation in a place like bar KTV. Although he is only 15 years old, his girlfriend has changed one after another.

That night, Lin Qing sat and stood uneasy. Zhu Xiangxiang accompanied her and acted as a caring little cotton padded jacket, comforting her. Zhu shaodan will be fine.

At dawn, the housekeeper called.

Zhu shaodan fought with someone and went to the hospital.

Lin Qing is so anxious that she goes to the hospital without saying a word. Zhu Xiangxiang can only ask for leave to accompany her.

Mingjing always got up early. When he saw the two people who hurried out, he picked his eyebrows.

Zhu Xiangxiang saw her and suddenly said, "Mingjing, shaodan is in hospital. My mother and I are in a hurry to see him in the hospital. I'll give it to you at home. Grandma is old and can't be stimulated. It's better to hide it from her."

Mingjing nodded. Lin Qing walked away with Zhu Xiangxiang muttering: "tell her what to do so much. I'm annoyed when I see that dead fish face..."

Mingjing came to the kitchen. Zhou's mother was preparing breakfast. I wish grandma was old and had bad teeth. She was more particular about breakfast.

In the past, before Zhu's family made a fortune, she was a native of a small town. Zhu's grandmother lost her father in her early years and pulled her two older children to suffer a lot. Now she is old, but she can't get used to eating mountain delicacies, abalone and ginseng. She likes to eat corn flour pancakes and drink vegetable paste.

Zhu Wentao is a filial son. In order to satisfy his mother's stomach, he specially invited Zhou Ma from his hometown. She is generally responsible for grandma's three meals a day.

Seeing the mirror in the kitchen, Zhou Ma was surprised and said, "Miss, why are you here? There is heavy oil smoke here. Go out quickly."

The mirror rolled up her sleeves and said, "I'll come."

Then he took the shovel in Zhou's mother's hand. The tortillas in the pan were steaming and fermenting rapidly under the action of heat.

Mingjing holds a spatula in one hand and gently pinches the corners of the dough cake in the other hand. As soon as he turns it over, the dough cake turns over.

As soon as an expert makes a move, he knows whether there is one.

Zhou Ma said in surprise, "Miss, you can also bake cakes."

The mirror stirred the corn paste and said faintly: "in the nunnery, I am responsible for three meals a day."

Zhou's mother looked at the girl's slender shoulders, her movements were skilled and smooth, and her heart was full of pity.

The hostess is not bored. She is just a true Buddha