The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 46 Needle Hidden

Zhu Wentao, I really underestimated how shameless you are.

You are overthinking. There is an important international meeting at ten o'clock. As an interpreter, she must be present.

I won't talk about it because I'm ashamed. Can you give your daughter some face? Or do you think everyone is a fool?

From outsiders' point of view, the two were talking and laughing at Yan Yan, and Lin Qing adjusted Zhu Wentao's collar in a smooth manner, and they were intimate and natural, worthy of a couple.

Where in this world is there a man who doesn't steal food, as long as he knows how to come back and sit firmly in the position of mistress, no high-ranking mistress can pry her away.

Everyone laughed, and it passed as a joke after dinner.

In Jiangzhou's rich and powerful circles, such things are not uncommon. Lin Qing, who was once proud, also fell from the altar. There were ridicule and embarrassment, but seeing Lin Qingneng joking with Zhu Wentao without changing his expression, I have to say, there are also many deep feelings. Women in the same pain admired her.

Secretary Zhou?

Zhou Ling turned her head when she heard the voice, and saw a girl with a delicate appearance and a dignified temperament standing in front of her, looking at her with a smile.

Miss. Zhou Ling called softly.

Zhu Xiangxiang looked at the woman in front of her. She had only seen photos before, and this was the first time she saw a real person. She was more beautiful and younger than she looked in the photos. Her eyes were watery. Everyone looked like a spring, but she didn't look like a girl at all. Desire, pure and innocent.

The figure is really impeccable, especially the waist, which is too thin to hold.

The temperament is gentle and weak, which is very easy to arouse men's desire for protection.

Zhu Xiangxiang thought in his heart that it was not a loss for Lin Qing to be planted in this woman's hands.

I have admired your name for a long time. Zhu Xiangxiang said with a smile, with no trace of sarcasm in his tone.

Zhou Ling smiled and didn't speak, just looked at Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhu Xiangxiang was young after all, couldn't hold his breath, and sneered, What are you looking at me for?

Is the eldest lady going to complain about the madam? Are you here to settle accounts with me?

Zhu Xiangxiang snorted: Since you know it all, then you should have self-knowledge and take the initiative to leave my father. Everyone will look good, otherwise...

Otherwise what? Zhou Ling smiled bluntly: Let me not see the sun tomorrow?

Zhu Xiangxiang choked.

These words should be talked to me by my wife, you are a little girl, you are too young. Even after saying such hateful words, her expression was still so gentle.

Zhu Xiangxiang's face turned red, I've never seen a mistress as arrogant as you, and I don't want any face.

Zhou Ling looked towards the hall, Look.

Zhu Xiangxiang followed her gaze and saw the bright mirror shining among a group of celebrities. Even though she didn't say anything, she just smiled slightly, and she was already charming.

Those celebrities who once targeted and suppressed her are now surrounded by mirrors, having a good time talking with her.

Zhu Xiangxiang suppressed the jealousy and sourness in his heart.

Ms. Mingjing is a rare beauty. She is still young and she has become so stunning. When she grows up, do you think she will be famous in Jiangzhou?

Zhu Xiangxiang said stiffly: How do I know?

After tonight, everyone in Jiangzhou knows that Ms. Mingjing from Zhu's family is beautiful and charming. Guess, how many people still remember you as the number one lady?

Zhu Xiangxiang bit her lower lip tightly, her face pale.

She has a unique beauty and the orthodox blood of the Zhu family. How sure do you think you can beat her? From now on, you can only be reduced to her foil. When people mention it, they will only say, ah The fake daughter of the Zhu family, the Zhu family is kind-hearted, she didn't drive her out, she just raised one more person, it's not that the Zhu family can't afford it, and she can earn a good reputation, why not do it.

The woman's gentle voice seemed to have a magical allure, Zhu Xiangxiang looked pained, and suddenly shouted: Stop talking.

Don't be sad. The woman comforted softly.

Zhu Xiangxiang's tears rolled down like broken beads, and she looked at the bustling banquet hall and the dazzling person with hazy eyes.

All of this used to belong to her, but now, she can only watch from a distance.

I'm not your enemy, I'm your friend.

Zhu Xiangxiang murmured, Friend?

Thinking of something, her complexion changed, and she said viciously: Who wants to be friends with you, a mistress?

The woman still smiled softly, as if looking at an ignorant child, her eyes were gentle and tolerant, Some people are born with everything, but we work hard, but in the end we still have nothing and are not understood. It's so unfair...

You see, your dear mother only has Miss Mingjing in her eyes. How has she ever thought of you? What are you still insisting on? This world is not fair. You must fight for what you want, and don't pin your hopes on it. On anyone....

The Zhu family kept you. Do you think they have feelings for you? You are just afraid that you will be scolded as cold-blooded if you are driven away. You are just a tool for them to gain fame. Little girl, wake up, from the very beginning What belongs to you, no matter how hard you try, it will not belong to you.

With a gentle voice word by word, Zhu Xiangxiang was riddled with needles hidden in the cotton.

Seeing Zhu Xiangxiang's distorted complexion in pain, the woman sighed softly, with pity in her eyes: What a poor girl.

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Li Jiaojiao got a little impatient waiting, and winked at Sun Qingqing, who understood, slipped away to the corridor, and sent a text message.

Not long after, a waiter came out with a tray.

Li Jiaojiao snapped her fingers and called the male waiter: Miss Zhu, we will be friends from now on, and I offer you a toast.

As he spoke, he brought a glass of champagne from the tray.

Ming Jing didn't move, Li Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows: Miss Zhu won't even give me this face?

Ming Jing glanced at the male waiter, but the male waiter didn't dare to meet Ming Jing's gaze, and quickly looked elsewhere.

Ming Jing picked up another glass of champagne, and Li Jiaojiao clinked the glass with her, and said with a smile, Oh, I forgot, monks are not allowed to drink alcohol, but a little should not be a problem, not to mention that Miss Zhu has already returned to vulgarity.

Ming Jing raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: Miss Li is so kind, how dare you refuse, it's just this champagne, how can it be worthy of Miss Li.

As he spoke, he put the champagne back on the tray, and told the waiter, Go to Uncle Wen, my father has a bottle of red wine, take it out to treat Miss Li.

The waiter froze for a moment, sweating nervously.

Li Jiaojiao squinted her eyes, carefully sizing up the girl in front of her, and suddenly felt that the fog was thick and she couldn't see through.