"Sister Tongtong, it is more appropriate for you to give the four words "Pharmless Medicine" to Sister Momo. She doesn't even let go of a good-looking beggar."

Wen Qinghuan's laughter came with a crisp and pleasant sound.

After listening to the voice, Gu Zhitong looked at Mo Mo beside her with a smile.

Mo Mo giggled, "Xiao Qinghuan, don't blame me. I have really seen the handsome beggar you painted."

He stared at Wen Qinghuan's paintings for a few more times, and Mo Mo continued, "I'll add Qingqing in, she should know this person too."

Previously, Qin Qingqing and Mo Ziyi broke up and went abroad and withdrew from all the groups that had him.

She didn't come back for long, and they hadn't pulled her into the group.

When Qin Qingqing received the message, she and Mo Ziyi had just arrived home.

Wen Ran had already heard about what happened in the afternoon. When he saw them coming home, he immediately stepped forward and pulled Qingqing over and asked with concern, "Qingqing, I heard what Mo Xin did, are you okay?"

"Aunt Wen, don't worry, I'm fine."

Qin Qingqing shook her head with a smile.

"It's fine." Wen Ran looked at Qingqing a few more times before turning to ask Mo Ziyi, "Ziyi, where is Mo Xinren?"

Mo Ziyi said gently, "Mom, Mo Xin has left City G, I'll ask her to come back."

Wen Ran said angrily, "She is getting more and more excessive. Ziyi, you want to teach her a lesson this time."

"Mom, I know."

"Qingqing, Momo has pulled you into the group, you accept it."

"oh."

As soon as Qingqing took out her cell phone, Mo Ziyi snatched it.

Qingqing smiled indifferently and followed Wen Ran to the sofa and sat down.

Wen Ran told her that she had already chosen her day.

"Qingqing, I just asked your dad, and he agreed to hold your wedding on the sixth day of the March 19th. Grandpa and grandma also agreed that this day was decided by us, so I will nodding now."

Qin Qingqing looked at the Huangli with curved eyebrows and eyes, "Aunt Wen, I'll listen to you."

"Then let's set this day for the time being."

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"Xiaohui, I was wrong. Give me another chance. I promise I will never do such things on your back again."

In the apartment, Wang Huanhuan cried and repented.

On the sofa, Zhang Minghui was covered with a blanket, looking at Wang Huan who was crying in front of him with a pale face, and asked coldly, "Do you still want to kill me next time, will you be willing to be willing to kill me?"

"I won't say anything next time. Xiaohui, I promise you that if I do it again, I will not die well."

"Xiaohui, drink this ginger soup first." Jing Xiaocha, who came out of the kitchen with the ginger soup, interrupted Wang Huanhuan's words, came to the sofa, and handed the ginger soup to Zhang Minghui.

Zhang Minghui said, "Thank you aunt." Then he took the bowl and drank ginger soup.

Jing Xiaocha looked at him gently after drinking ginger soup and took the bowl, and then looked at Wang Huanhuan in front of him.

When she touched her insincere face, her expression became colder.

His voice was different from the gentleness he was when talking to Zhang Minghui, but was cold and mocking, "I am sad for Xiaohui. How could he have parents like you? Not only did he not educate him, but he also tried his best to stop him from learning well."

On the sofa, Zhang Minghui's face changed slightly, and he couldn't tell what he felt.

Jing Xiaocha paused for a moment and said, "If you really treat Xiaohui as your son, you will be as far away as you are from him. You will kill him like an enemy."

"I don't have it. Jing Xiaocha, don't sow discord. Xiaohui, believe me."

"Why should I trust you?"

Zhang Minghui glared at Wang Huanhuan angrily and said hatefully, "My aunt has wronged you? You have taught me what good things since I was a child. What else would you do except bring me bad again and again? If it weren't for my aunt here, I would have been killed by you long ago."

"Xiaohui..."

"Don't call me again. From now on, I have nothing to do with you. I have already paid back your nurturing grace over the years."

"Xiaohui, how can this work? You were born in my ten months of pregnancy..."

"No? Then I can only call Ziyi and ask him to take you away or hand it over to the police. You know what you have done yourself. If you settle the new and old accounts together, how long will you be in jail..."

"Xiaohui, I...even if you cut off your relationship with me, do you still have to give me some pension money?"

Wang Huanhuan is ten years older than Jing Xiaocha, but she looks like she is nearly thirty years older.

And at this moment, this face of asking for money made Zhang Minghui feel even more sad.

He sneered, lifted the blanket and jumped off the sofa and rushed into the room.

A minute later, I threw a bank card in front of Wang Huanhuan, "Take this 100,000 yuan away, and I will publish in the newspaper tomorrow to sever my ties with you."

A greedy light flashed in Wang Huanhuan's eyes. He hesitated for a few seconds, and saw that Zhang Minghui was determined.

Look at Jing Xiaocha next to him with a cold eyebrows and eyes.

A hint of hatred flashed through her heart and picked up the bank card, "Xiaohui, no matter whether you recognize me or not, you will always be my child. When will the rich people like them want you? You must come to us."

Wang Huanhuan left with the bank card.

Zhang Minghui straightened his back, closed the door and returned to Jing Xiaocha, bowed deeply, and said blamingly, "Aunt, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

Jing Xiaocha sighed, put the bowl on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa.

She motioned Zhang Minghui to sit down.

The latter shook his head, "Aunt, I'm standing."

In front of Jing Xiaocha, Zhang Minghui has always been respectful and polite.

"Xiaohui, your parents have been bothering you for so many years, and they probably won't break off relations with you so easily. You are not young anymore and it's time to start a family. If you don't have a partner to love each other, what if I'd better find some suitable girls for you?"

Zhang Minghui's face was slightly pale.

Because Jing Xiaocha is about love between two people, not about their love.

He pursed his lips, "I'll listen to my aunt's arrangements."

"I don't want to arrange your marriage either. You must be the one who decides in the end."

Jing Xiaocha smiled on his face, "You are an excellent child, and you will definitely find a girl who is in love with you."

"Aunt, I..."

"Don't say anything about apologizing. Ziyi and Qingqing have always regarded you as their brothers, and they won't blame you."

"Wait for my news, I'll call you after making an appointment with the other party."

Jing Xiaocha took the bowl into the kitchen and asked Zhang Minghui to lie on the bed and rest before leaving the apartment.

Getting into the car, Jing Xiaocha dialed Wen Jin's phone number.

"Hey, Xiaocha."

The phone rang twice and was picked up, and Wen Jin's voice came.

"Brother Wen, I just told Xiaohui that he would go on a blind date... This time he must have made up his mind to break off relations with his parents."
Chapter completed!