After being reborn as a top student, she made it onto the Forbes rich list

But I always feel something is strange?

She and Zhu Shishi and Zhu Wanwan are not dead yet, right?

Zhu Heyi frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

Zheng Xiulan's voice came to my ears, crying and wailing: "I worked so hard and risked my life to give birth to my son! Why did you just snatch him away like this?"

Zhu Heyi glanced at Zhu Kezhen, who was standing next to her motionless, having fun, and not noticing his mother's despair at all.

She laughed at herself and thought, look, the longer the thing, the better!

People are scrambling to get this kind of cold-hearted and selfish personality.

She thought of the news she saw in her previous life, where her mother was slapped by her grandfather, and a junior high school boy stood there motionless.

Maybe boys are born lacking empathy!

Zhu Heyi sat there bored, watching this boring battle for her beloved son.

She might as well go back to school and write novels, at least she could earn fifteen hundred yuan!

With a "pa!" sound, Zhu Heyi's grandfather slapped Zheng Xiulan on the face. Her face lost all color and she looked at Grandpa Zhu in disbelief.

The whole world was silent for a moment, and then Grandpa Zhu Heyi's triumphant voice was heard again.

"You, an outsider, are bullying our Zhu family. You've been married here for so many years and you've been making trouble every day. Aren't you tired of it?"

Zhu Heyi frowned, stepped forward quickly, and stretched out a hand to block Zheng Xiulan behind him.

She shook off her grandfather's hand, her eyes full of a gathering storm, and her voice was gloomy and full of impending storms: "What are you doing? Let's just discuss it, why do you have to resort to violence?"

"Apologize to my mom! Now!"

Zhu Heyi stared expressionlessly at Zhu Xingguo and her grandparents in front of her.

"You are such a loser today!"

Zhu Xingguo was about to slap her as he said this.

Zhu Heyi reached out and grasped Zhu Xingguo's wrist, gradually exerting force with his palm.

"Ah! Let me go!" Zhu Xingguo's face turned pale with pain and sweat oozed from his forehead.

"I said, apologize to my mother! Otherwise, I will call the police and report you for domestic violence. Put you all in jail!" Zhu Heyi's expression was still cold.

Zhu Heyi's grandfather was muttering beside him: "I said that girls are all money-losing goods, and they are extroverted at heart, huh!"

Zhu Heyi picked up his phone and made a call: "Hello, is this 110? Hello, police officer, someone is calling..."

Before he could finish his words, his phone was snatched away. Zhu Xingguo was anxious: "What are you doing, little bastard? Do you want your grandfather to go to jail?"

"Tsk, I'll say it one last time, apologize to my mom! Otherwise, you all go in together!"

Under Zhu Heyi's stern insistence, Zheng Xiulan finally heard Grandpa Zhu's voice as soft as a mosquito: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Zheng Xiulan looked at Zhu Heyi's grandfather in shock, then looked at Zhu Heyi, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zhu Heyi didn't have time to care about her thoughts, and stretched out his hand to Zhu Xingguo: "Give me back my phone!"

Zhu Xingguo looked at the phone again and again and laughed sarcastically: "Oh, Heyi is living a good life! She even has money to buy a new phone!"

"I was beaten up at school, and the other party's parents paid for it."

When Zhu Heyi talked about this matter again, his emotions had already calmed down.

"That's right. With your personality and stubbornness, you deserve to be beaten!"

Zhu Xingguo didn't show any intention of caring about her. After another sarcastic remark, he threw the phone back into Zhu Heyi's arms.

Zhu Heyi took the phone calmly. Well, she had guessed that this would be the sentence.

They turned around and continued the next battle for their beloved son.

Zhu Heyi simply turned on his mobile phone and started typing directly on WPS on his mobile phone.

This experience today gave her a lot of inspiration for her social writing.

Strong people never complain about the environment.

With the greetings of sexual organs around and small things flying in the air from time to time, Zhu Heyi actually finished typing a whole article.

This article is very short, but the wording is concise and sharp, which can really stir people's emotions.

It is mainly designed to cure readers' low blood pressure that has lasted for many years. It can cure readers' low blood pressure that has lasted for decades, and it will be cured in ten minutes of reading.

Zhu Heyi formatted the text and sent the full text directly to the editor's QQ email address.

A passerby who didn't know what was going on took a look inside the house and saw that the elders were arguing fiercely, but the two children were playing with their cell phones seriously.

I couldn't help but shook my head and walked away.

Maybe he feels that this family is hopeless?

Zhu Heyi glanced at her aunt, Zhu Xingxiang, who was adding fuel to the fire from time to time.

She couldn't help but sneered in her heart.

Zhu Xingxiang was afraid that the fight would end soon, so he would help out from time to time and give Zheng Xiulan some encouragement.

I don’t know what good this does for her. Zhu Xingxiang is working hard every day to make everyone in this family unhappy.

Zhu Heyi leaned against the door and politely asked into the room: "Have you come up with the results? Who should I talk to? I'm quite busy and have to go back to school."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Zhu Xingxiang seemed to have just discovered her, and came over to her in a somewhat flattering manner, saying, "Hey, Heyi! I heard from your cousin that you won the first place in the provincial English speech contest! You have the opportunity to study in the province. Since your grades are so good, can you give the spot to your cousin?"

"You have a quota? Give it to your cousin from your uncle's family!"

Zheng Xiulan also joined the conversation and asked her anxiously.

"What cousin from my uncle's family? Is he worthy of the title with his poor grades? I would keep the spot and give it to Kezhen in a few years!"

This was the voice of Zhu Xingguo, who was shouting at the top of his lungs for fear that he would not be able to get a word in.

Zhu Heyi took a deep breath and controlled his anger.

She heard her own calm voice: "I can't do either, because I want to use it myself and can't give it to others."

The school has said that the quota can only be used by the individual himself.

The room was immediately filled with a chorus of people condemning her as "an unfilial daughter, an ungrateful bastard, it would have been better for me to give birth to a piece of barbecued pork, you're useless," with all sorts of curses mixed in.

How wonderful! It seems that this family is still the same and has never changed.

That's even better, she won't have to worry about anything in the future.

Zhu Heyi looked at them indifferently: "So, since there is nothing else to do, can I take my piece of barbecued pork and leave? Once you have discussed the final result, just let me know by text message."

After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, no matter who I am with, remember to deposit the monthly living expenses into my card, otherwise I will appeal to the court."

She smiled at the family and walked away.

Sure enough, I heard scolding from behind.

Zhu Heyi thought as he walked.

Well, when it comes to being bullied, no one asks her how she is doing.

When it comes to quotas, everyone is very concerned.

Tsk, human nature.

Come back home.

But where is her home?

There was a sarcastic smile on Zhu Heyi's face. Are people who are related by blood family members?

no.

No matter rich or poor, sick or healthy, young or old, a place where people can care for each other, understand each other and be full of love is home!

This is also the reason why, even though Li Cheng had so many shortcomings in his previous life, Zhu Heyi still endured it and still wanted to marry him.

Because she really wants a home of her own, a warm and loving home.