When he got home, Zhang Minghui asked Jing Xiaocha, "Aunt, can I not want the gifts given by Aunt Ou?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Jing Xiaocha's face, "Why don't you, don't you like it?"

What Ou Yihan gave Zhang Minghui was a fountain pen.

Zhang Minghui handed the pen to Jing Xiaocha, "Aunt, I just don't like Aunt Ou and don't want the gifts she gave."

Zhang Minghui's little face was written with his displeasure, his voice was stiff and stubborn.

Jing Xiaocha thought for a while and said gently, "If you really don't want it, then put away the gift, no need."

"good."

Zhang Minghui hesitated for a long time before reluctantly agreeing.

But I had other ideas in my mind.

On this weekend, Zhang Minghui followed Ziyi to shoot an advertisement, because Ziyi told him the day before that his uncle Wen Jin would go with him.

Zhang Minghui took the pen that Ou Yihan gave him, and as soon as he got into the car, he handed it to Wen Jin, "Uncle Wen, please return this pen to Aunt Ou for me."

"Don't you like it, why not keep it?"

Wen Jin also looked at Zhang Minghui in confusion, and did not reach out to pick up the pen he handed over. Zi Yi, who was sitting on the other side, asked with a smile, "Zhang Minghui, do you think the gift Aunt Ou gave you is not as valuable as ours, so you don't like it?"

"I don't have that kind of idea."

Zhang Minghui refuted without thinking.

Zi Yi raised his beautiful eyebrows and looked at him with beautiful eyes, "Why don't you like it?"

"I don't receive any reward without any merits. I am not familiar with Aunt Ou, so why do I need her gift?" Zhang Minghui said calmly, not like a child over 18 years old.

"Do you don't like Aunt Ou as my second uncle's girlfriend?"

Zi Yi stared at Zhang Minghui's awkward face for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and took the pen from his hand and stuffed it into Wen Jin's arms, "Second uncle, will you marry Aunt Ou?"

Zhang Minghui's face changed, and this time he did not refute.

Wen Jin frowned slightly, looked at the two little kids, and suddenly felt a headache, "You two kids, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, say what you shouldn't say."

He paused his voice slightly, and he looked at Zhang Minghui with a serious expression, "Do you return the pen to Aunt Ou, do your aunt know?"

"have no idea."

Zhang Minghui's voice was a little lowered, and he felt guilty.

"Then tell me why you don't like Aunt Ou. As long as you can tell the reason, I will return this pen for you."

Zhang Minghui pursed his lips stubbornly, "I don't like it, I don't like it. I don't like her being with Uncle Wen, and I don't like her introducing my aunt to my boyfriend. Uncle Wen, my aunt likes you so much, why don't you like my aunt?"

After asking this, Zhang Minghui looked at Wen Jin with his eyes open.

It seemed as if he would not give up if he did not give an answer.

That day, Zhang Minghui said similar things in the restaurant. Although they were different from this sentence, the atmosphere was embarrassed by him.

Unexpectedly, today he dared to ask Wen Jin bluntly why he didn't like her aunt?

Zi Yi curled her lips with a joke, looked at Wen Jin and Zhang Minghui, and Qingfeng, who was driving in front, twitched his lips, pretending not to hear Zhang Minghui's words, and continued driving.

"Xiaohui, you are a child and don't know what it means to like."

"Second uncle, whoever says a child doesn't understand, I understand. Since Zhang Minghui wants to know the answer, can you just tell him?"

Zi Yi added fuel to the fire, and Wen Jin's cold look was given.

He chuckled, turned his head, sucked a tissue to wipe Qingqing's mouth, and said softly, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Brother, eat."

Qingqing fed the remaining food in her hand to Ziyi's mouth. It was her bite, and Qingqing's saliva was still stained with it. Ziyi smiled and ate it as soon as she opened her mouth.

Seeing that Wen Jin did not answer his question, Zhang Minghui showed a three-point anger on his face, "I understand. Uncle Wen likes Aunt Ou, and he doesn't like Aunt. Don't tell your aunt these words."

Wen Jin said lightly, "What you should worry about now is your study, and how do you earn money to support yourself, and you will perform well on the set later."

"I know."

Zhang Minghui was angry with Wen Jin, and Wen Jin could only let him get angry.

**

Zhang Minghui went out for a day, but Jing Xiaocha didn't go out to get at home for a day.

She drove out all the plots to be modified, but because she was not satisfied, she deleted another two thousand words.

While he was thinking hard, Zhang Minghui was sent back by Wen Jin.

"Uncle Wen, come in and sit for a while and have a cup of tea."

Without waiting for Wen Ran to speak, Zhang Minghui greeted Wen Jin enthusiastically, and after that, he said to Wen Ran happily, "Aunt, I have found a job and can support myself in the future."

“What job are you looking for?”

Jing Xiaocha asked with a smile, looking up at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin walked towards the sofa in the living room and replied gently, "It was Ziyi who was doing odd jobs next to him when he was filming advertisements. Ziyi recommended him, so he was hired."

"Yeah?"

Jing Xiaocha's smile on his face was a little brighter. No matter what job it was, for Zhang Minghui, he could support himself.

Zhang Minghui nodded vigorously, as if he had really turned into a little adult all of a sudden, "Aunt, really, I can make money by myself in the future. I earned fifty yuan today."

He took out the money and handed it to Jing Xiaocha as he spoke.

Jing Xiaocha smiled and looked at the money handed over by his hands, "Save the money you earn yourself, and I'll buy you a piggy bank when you look back."

"Aunt, I don't save money, I will give you living expenses. In the future, I can support my aunt if I earn more." Zhang Minghui was full of confidence in himself and the future, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Wen Jin saw it in his eyes, and a faint smile kept curling his lips.

In fact, how could Zhang Minghui find a job so easily? On the set, he doesn’t need a child like him to do chores.

But seeing him so happy to make money, he felt that it was worth it.

Although Zhang Minghui used to be very bad, he was a child after all, and he still had time to correct him.

"Since Xiaohui gives you the money, just accept it and remember it for him." Wen Jin spoke with a gentle smile, and Zhang Minghui nodded immediately to agree.

Jing Xiaocha then accepted it with a smile, "Okay, I'll keep it for you first and pay you tuition in the future."

Zhang Minghui went to a noble school, and the tuition fee was not low.

His tuition fee this semester was paid by Mo Xiuchen. Jing Xiaocha originally wanted to give it to Wen Ran, but Wen Ran insisted not to say that she would pay it for Zhang Minghui next semester.

"Aunt, I will work hard to make money in the future and will not delay my studies."

It's the first time that Zhang Minghui has grown up to be so old.
Chapter completed!