The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 14 Misunderstanding

What? She saved you? Lin Qing exclaimed in disbelief.

Zhu Xiangxiang said obediently: At that time, everyone was desperate to save me. Only Ming Jing jumped down to save me. She was washed away by the waves. I don't know if she is okay. If there is something wrong with her, I will never die in my life. Forgive yourself.

Lin Qing didn't expect the truth to be like this, it seems that she wrongly blamed Ding Jing.

Lin Qing was a little embarrassed, She came back just now, don't worry, she's fine.

Zhu Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief: That's good, Mom, Mingjing is my savior, and I will treat her better in the future.

Lin Qing stroked her hair and said softly, You are just too kind.

Ming Jing's face is cold and her heart is warm. She is a monk. That is the true compassion.

Lin Qing was noncommittal, and for some reason, she just couldn't get close to this daughter.

Mom, what's going on with Shaodan?

Your father hired the most powerful lawyer in the country, and I hope he can help your brother through this disaster.

No matter how good a lawyer is, can he beat Li Qingzhuo? He is the leader of the domestic legal profession.

Then what can we do? I've thought about everything I should think about. Who made your brother mess with someone he shouldn't have?

We should still attack Mrs. Jiang. Her status is as light as weight. Shaodan didn't make a big mistake. If Mrs. Jiang intercedes, Shaodan will be saved.

But we can't see Mrs. Jiang's face at all. Even if we do, if we have no relatives and no reason, why should she help us?

I heard that Mrs. Jiang likes to grow flowers the most, and she only loves Clivia. She will definitely go to the flower show in Swan Lake this weekend. We have to do what we like. Even if the time comes, those people will be more scruples.

Lin Qing nodded her forehead, and said dotingly: You are the only girl who has a lot of ideas.

After comforting Zhu Xiangxiang, Lin Qing walked out of the room, thought for a while, walked over and knocked on the door of Ming Jing's room.

It took a while for Ming Jing to open the door, and Lin Qing couldn't help but said, What are you doing? You waited so long to open the door.

Ming Jing looked at her quietly: Sleep.

Lin Qing saw that her complexion was really not very good, so she lowered her voice: Xiangxiang said that you saved her, I misunderstood you, and my mother said sorry to you, you should have a good rest. The words left quickly.

Every time she faced this daughter, she felt an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

Ming Jing closed the door, turned around and went back to bed to sleep. He exhausted too much energy last night. Today is Saturday, so he can rest for two days.

Ming Jing has rarely had nightmares since he learned Buddhism. Today, for some reason, the dream was full of strange lights, and the dusty memories swept back again.

When I woke up, it was already dusk, and the setting sun shone on the white gauze curtain, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor.

Ming Jing lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The tick tick tick hour hand passed quietly, and the sky turned dark.

Miss, are you awake? Mother Zhou's voice came from outside the door.

I made supper, you can get up and eat.

Come in. A cool voice floated quietly.

Mother Zhou's back felt inexplicably cold, she pushed open the door and walked in with a tray.

There was no light in the room, it was pitch black, a black shadow was sitting on the bed, and the wind was blowing the gauze curtain, it was inexplicably weird.

Zhou's mother turned on the light and put the dinner plate on the coffee table, a bowl of porridge, two dishes of vegetarian dishes, and a steamed bun.

Light and simple, Ming Spiegel has always eaten like this.

Miss, you slept all day, do you feel better?

Ming Jing rubbed his forehead: Fortunately, I will trouble Mama Zhou.

No trouble, no trouble, this is what I should do. Zhou's mother went to the bathroom to take out the dirty clothes, ready to take them for dry cleaning.

Ming Jing got up and drank some porridge, when the cell phone rang suddenly.

Ming Jing was stunned, and looked at the bedside table.

On the day she returned to Zhu's house, Zhu Xiangxiang gave her a new mobile phone, the latest fruit machine.

The only contacts are Zhu Xiangxiang and Tao Xingxing.

Ming Jing usually doesn't bring her mobile phone to school, and she doesn't know when it ran out of battery. Zhou's mother found out that the phone was dead when she was cleaning and recharged it.

Before Gao Chang pestered her to ask for WeChat ID, Der Spiegel couldn't bear to disturb her, so she reported her cell phone number.

Ming Jing walked over to pick up the phone, and it came from a WeChat friend request.

The profile picture is Gao Chang's selfie, stinky and narcissistic.

Ming Spiegel clicked through, and the other party immediately sent a video call.

I've been adding you for a day, and I just passed now. The tone was a bit aggrieved.

Ming Jing said lightly, I just woke up.

Gao Chang should be in the bar, the background sound is noisy, many people are talking, and the lights are flickering non-stop. He looks like he is in the underworld, with a green light on his face.

Have you got a meal yet?

Fuck... I've never seen Brother Chang speak in such a gentle tone, who is the other side?

Opposite Gao Chang, several teenagers gathered together excitedly and muttered together. A teenager just wanted to move his head, but was stared at by Gao Chang, and immediately backed away embarrassingly.

eating.

The two chatted indifferently, and after talking for a while Ming Jing wanted to take a bath, he hung up on his own initiative.

At this time, the information he asked to investigate had already been sent over.

Unexpectedly, Ming Jing turned out to be the real daughter of Zhu Jia, who has been making a lot of noise recently. She was adopted by the Wuxin teacher who was in the lonely moon of Paektu Mountain since she was a child. She escaped into Buddhism and devoted herself to Buddha. , she is still knocking wooden fish in the mountains now.

Gao Chang thought about it for a whole day but was shocked at this moment without seeing the result.

There are not too many detailed records in the data, and a few strokes outline a girl's sixteen years of ordinary life. After returning to a wealthy family, she is not impetuous and arrogant. Instead, she is low-key and simple in every way. She is hostile to Zhu Xiangxiang, who can almost be said to be an enemy.

After Gao Chang read it, he was in a complicated mood. A boy asked, Brother Chang, are you sister-in-law?

Gao Chang glanced at him: Don't talk nonsense.

Several people looked at each other, it seems that brother Chang treats this girl unusually.

There was a commotion not far away, as if someone was causing trouble. There were too many such things in the bar. Gao Chang was meditating while drinking, not paying attention to the movement over there.

A tattooed boy ran over, Huanhuan has an accident.

Several teenagers were surprised: What's going on?

Only Gao Chang sat without moving, not even frowning.

Huanhuan was taken by a rich second generation, who was very arrogant, and threw money at Huanhuan. Huanhuan would definitely not do it. After scolding him a few times, the rich second generation actually let Huanhuan ride on her humiliate her.

Fuck, it's too deceiving.

There are still people like this in Jiangcheng?

Playing wild on our territory? I have to give him some color today, brothers go.

A group of people rolled up their sleeves and were about to fight, Gao Chang said in a deep voice, Wait a minute.