The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 32 will be

  Lin Qing accompanied Zhu Wentao to start from scratch. It can be said that she had eaten up all the sufferings at the beginning, and all the hardships came with joy. Her current rich wife lives with peace of mind, and after a long time, she feels a little drifting.

She believes in Zhu Wentao. When this man met her in the early days, the two shared joys and sorrows. They were not ordinary affections. Later, after he developed, Zhu Wentao did not have the habits of those rich people. Never spend the night outside, no rich wife in the circle envy her having a husband who loves her and keeps herself clean.

  Lin Qing is not a fool. She has been guarded very tightly these years. She didn't give Zhu Wentao a chance. Unexpectedly, she was guarded against everything, but in the end she was not guarded.

  If it hadn’t been for Ming Spiegel’s return, she would have put all her focus on the family, and she would not be unguarded.

  In Lin Qing’s notebook, he wrote another note for Ming Jing.

  At the moment when she saw this woman, Lin Qingxin was very cold. There was no need to investigate or cross-examine. She was 100% sure that this was a junior or a high-ranking junior.

The woman is very young, full of collagen, wearing a white suit and skirt, petite and exquisite, with graceful curves, long hair curled up behind her head, two strands of broken hair fall from her sideburns, thin eyebrows, apricot eyes, white skin and red lips. Not a very amazing type, but there is a kind of gentle and beautiful Jiangnan woman, which is a refreshing comfort.

  Lin Qing looked at her a few times, as if the other party was a commodity, and curled her lips: "Is Secretary Zhou?"

  The woman adjusted her mood quickly and said generously: "Madam, please sit down. The president is going to the meeting. You need to wait a while."

  Lin Qing stepped on high heels and walked to the sofa to sit down, and pointed to the opposite side: "Sit down, let's talk."

  Secretary Zhou walked to the bar and asked softly: "Madam, what do you like to drink?"

"Casual."

   Secretary Zhou poured a cup of scented tea to Lin Qing, Lin Qing picked it up and splashed it directly on Secretary Zhou’s face, and said with a smile: “This kind of scented tea, which costs more than a dozen yuan a packet, also goes into my mouth?”

   Secretary Zhou stood still, took a moment to slow down, took out a tissue and wiped her face slowly, and asked without a rush: "I don’t know what I did to make Madam so angry?"

  Lin Qingxin sank in an instant. This woman did a good job of emotional management. She was not angry at this time. She instantly realized that this is a difficult opponent.

   "All are smart people, don't talk nonsense, how long have you been with him?" Lin Qing went straight to the subject, it was boring to go around with such smart people.

   Secretary Zhou wiped off the water stains on her face little by little, the tea was a little hot, and her face became red, and it became more and more white and red, showing a fascinating fascination.

  Lin Qing's eyes quenched, suppressing his resentment, making herself seem indifferent.

   "Madam, what are you talking about?" The woman smiled and shook her head, and then made another cup of scented tea and placed it in front of Lin Qing.

   "Although this cheap scented tea is not worthy of the identity of the lady, but in the countryside, the lady will do it first."

   will be? Are you a junior when you say to me? There is no word "Jiang" in Lin Qing's dictionary.

  She understands that this woman doesn’t get in with oil and salt, and it’s useless to talk more about it. First find out the details and then talk about it.

  She even regretted that she was too impulsive, and she stunned the snake.

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  Out of the building, Lin Qing took a deep breath. From now on, her comfortable days are over, and the battle is about to begin.

  She has no time to cry, and there are more important things to do.

  Take out the mobile phone and find the number: "Help me investigate a person, even her ancestors 18th generation will pick it up for me. You can drive as many as you want."

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  I heard that Grandma Zhu was ill. Zhu Wenjie brought Zhou Ying to visit and came empty-handed. Zhou's mother curled her lips. As soon as the aunt's grandma arrived, she was fine.

  I wish my grandma didn’t bother to see her, and they all said that the girl was Mom’s intimate little quilted jacket, but Zhu Wenjie, this little quilted jacket, leaked the air, and wished her grandma would not be upset at all.

  Zhu Wenjie took Zhou Ying and stayed at Zhu’s house on the grounds of being sick. There were several nanny at home and a driver when they went out. She would take care of herself wherever she was, and spent the whole day watching TV on the sofa.

  Zhou Ying went to Zhu Xiangxiang’s room, aptly called close to her cousin, but her eyes became envious when she saw Zhu Xiangxiang’s clothes in the cabinet.

  Zhu Xiangxiang is very generous to this cousin, letting her pick whatever she wants, but in fact, she likes to see her sour and sour, like to listen to her flattering herself.

  "Cousin Xiangxiang, is cousin Mingjing at home?" Zhou Ying asked curiously.

   "Should be there, what's the matter?"

  "I'll go find my cousin Mingjing to play." The words flew away like a happy little butterfly.

  I wish Xiangxiang couldn’t help being happy, and wanted to see how Ming Jing dealt with this annoying cousin, and secretly followed.

   "Cousin Mingjing, Cousin Mingjing, I'm here to play with you." Zhou Ying banged on the door of the room, her voice like the aunt in the vegetable market.

  Xiaoying came out of the laundry room and kindly reminded: "Miss Biao, Ms. Mingjing doesn't like noise. Can you keep your voice down?"

  Zhou Ying rolled her eyes: "Just you talk a lot. This is my grandmother's house, which is also my house. I can do whatever I want. It's your turn to be a nanny to blame me?"

   Xiaoying curled her lips, lowered her head and left.

   knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

  Zhou Ying found Zhu Xiangxiang angrily, "Cousin Xiangxiang, you are a lie, Cousin Mingjing is obviously not at home."

   Zhu Xiangxiang said "Oh", "I probably remembered it wrong."

  She forgot. When Ming Jing didn't want to talk to someone, she didn't bother to give a look even if you opened the door.

  Lin Qing walked in, Zhu Wenjie lay on the sofa while sipping melon seeds while watching a soap opera. Beer bottles were pouring on the table.

   Seeing Lin Qing, Zhu Wenjie raised his eyelids: "Yeah, my sister is back. After a hard day's play, please sit down, Zhou Ma, and have tea."

  The imperious tone, as if she was the hostess of this house.

  Lin Qing was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, this little girl hit the wall, Lin Qing took a basin of water from the kitchen and poured it on Zhu Wenjie.

  Zhu Wenjie jumped up in a hurry and screamed: "What are you doing?"

  Lin Qing pointed to the door: "Get out of here."

  (End of this chapter)