Chapter 8

Back in the car, Jiang Chunlan looked at the boy sitting next to him.

The neon streamer outside the window flew by, reflecting the boy's eyebrows more coldly.

"Xiao Chen, what do you think of Li's granddaughter?"

Jiang Jinchen frowned imperceptibly, "general."

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

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

An ambiguous word, sensitive Jiang Jinchen suddenly understood everything.

Jiang Chunlan patted the back of Jiang Jinchen's hand and said softly, "Mom won't force you. Let's contact first. If it's not appropriate, forget it."

"Everything is right, little master. I hope our family can be well."

Jiang Jinchen was curious about who the little master his mother hung in her mouth all day was.

——

Lin Qing returns home dejected and meets Zhu Wentao at the gate.

"How?"

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

Zhu Wentao said helplessly, "I knew it was like this. The situation in Kyoto has changed. Mrs. Jiang is too busy now."

Lin Qing didn't quite understand these situations. She cried and said, "what should I do? Should I watch shaodan go to jail? He's still so young..."

Zhu Wentao was also very worried and rubbed his forehead: "I'll think of another way."

Recently, the company's capital chain has also had problems. He has worked overtime and now he doesn't even care to drink.

It's really a leaky house. It rains every night.

Walking into the living room, Zhou's mother was cleaning up the restaurant. There was a big cup on the table. The faint aroma floated, and Zhu Wentao was haunted by the greedy insects in his stomach.

Zhu Wentao strode over and opened the lid. When he saw that there was still half of the soup left, "Mom Zhou, fill me a bowl."

Mrs. Zhou was surprised and said, "Sir, didn't have dinner? You should ask your assistant to inform you in advance and prepare dinner for you."

"I forgot when I was busy. I think this soup is good. Make do with it."

Zhu Wentao took a sip and couldn't help praising: "what soup is this? It tastes good."

Zhou Ma said with a smile, "Poria cocos walnut lean meat soup has added more than a dozen Chinese herbal medicines to supplement the liver and kidney. It has a peaceful nature and taste. Miss Mingjing specially cooked it for the old lady."

Zhu Wentao was stunned, nodded and said, "this child has filial piety. It's good."

He has hardly seen this cheap biological daughter since she came. There is no sense of existence in this family, just like a transparent person. If he can see people's eyes, he would have come down early to brush the sense of existence.

Lin Qing glanced aside, "a small skill of carving insects."

Zhu Xiangxiang returns to his room, finds out the number of the private detective who is trying to come from Lin Qing and dials it.

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

Private detectives get a huge reward. Naturally, they answer all questions.

After Mingjing was replaced, her mother was unmarried, pregnant and unable to raise the child, so she left her at the door of jiyuefax in Baitou mountain and was adopted by nun Wuxin of jiyuefax. Nun Wuxin adopted five disciples, Mingjing xing2.

Nun Wuxin is merciful and kind-hearted. Some of the poor people at the foot of the mountain are eager to go to the nunnery. Nun Wuxin doesn't take a penny to see the doctor and takes the initiative to deliver medicine. Therefore, Jiyue fax is quite famous in the small town at the foot of Baitou mountain. Even some people far away drive to see the doctor.

Zhu Xiangxiang asked, "does the mirror often go down the mountain?"

The private detective paused and replied: "according to our investigation, nun unintentionally died three months ago. Mingjing once took three little younger martial sisters down the mountain. On that day, many people saw them at the temple fair and clashed with others. However, nun unintentionally has a reputation. The villagers helped them, but they didn't suffer."

Zhu Xiangxiang also wanted him to investigate Mrs. Jiang's visit to Baitoushan two years ago. The other party directly refused: "I can't take this deal. Do you want to kill me? Anyone dares to investigate." Then he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Zhu Xiangxiang didn't get the answer she wanted and was not discouraged. I hope she thought more.

——

In the morning, class 18 of senior high school and class 1 of senior high school have physical education at the same time.

Physical education practice, first run two rounds of exercises to warm up, then test 800 men and women, and then move freely.

A PE teacher, so the two classes mixed together to test.

In physical education class, students will change into special sports clothes, blue and white sports short sleeves and trousers, which are simple and young.

Mingjing is one meter seven tall and stands out among the girls. The smallest s size still looks a little broad on her body. She has long hands and feet. The girl who loves to turn fashion magazines secretly measures it, and says with envy and jealousy: "the wrist is too high, and the standard nine head body."

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

"Mingjing, what a coincidence. We have PE class together."

Behind him came the voice of wishing Xiangxiang warm, and Mingjing didn't look back.

Zhu Xiangxiang is a school flower. No matter where she goes, she is the focus. Especially in the first high life, she has a mysterious sense of worship.

Seeing the goddess talking to an unknown transfer student, everyone was puzzled. Tao Xingxing in front of the mirror pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, and his gossip cells were burning.

"Yes." In response, the mirror kept looking at the figure on the runway.

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

"Thank you."

What's going on? What about the cold school goddess? Talk to each other like an old woman, and the other party dares to ignore it?

Finally, it was the last group. Five people ran together. Mingjing stood on the starting line. Tao Xingxing and Zhu Xiangxiang were on the left and right.

"Can we make a bet?"

The bright mirror glanced at her.

As if it finally aroused the other party's emotion, Zhu Xiangxiang said contentedly: "I won. You change a nice wig tomorrow, and I lost..."

Zhu Xiangxiang's eyes turned: "I'll promise you one thing. As long as I don't violate the bottom line of principles, I can do anything."

If Mingjing changes a wig tomorrow, no matter whether it looks good or not, it is to sit down and confirm that she wears a wig. Why do high school students wear a wig? These unstable teenagers spread rumors, which may only harm each other in the end.

The mirror hooks its lips, and the spring falls into its eyes, like fine stars covering the lake.

"Just leave me alone."

Zhu Xiangxiang's face was stiff. He didn't expect the other party to speak without any kindness.

The firing gun sounded, and the five people set out at the same time. For a time, the cheering sound of Zhu Xiangxiang's fans sounded on the playground, which attracted many students in the nearby teaching building.

After two times, the mirror fell behind. Zhu Xiangxiang went hand in hand with another sophomore girl and secretly made efforts to get rid of the mirror.

Mingjing is tall and has long legs. She runs slowly. There is no tension in the competition. It seems that she is walking in a leisurely court, but she keeps a short distance from Zhu Xiangxiang.

More importantly, Zhu Xiangxiang and other girls ran with a ferocious face, but the mirror looked relaxed and refreshed.

This is unscientific!