As soon as these words came out, the whole living room was silent for a moment.
Mrs. Zhong, who was in the kitchen, leaned out and reprimanded Mr. Zhong before Mr. Zhong could speak: "Wanwan, don't talk nonsense."
Then he said to Zhong Manhua: "Wanwan is just talking nonsense, whether you are fired or not, don't bother with her."
Zhong Manhua forced a smile: "Where is the third sister-in-law talking, Wanwan is so well-behaved."
But my heart kept beating.
At that time, because Mrs. Mu was there, she didn't ask carefully at all, she only knew that Ying Zijin had beaten someone.
Later, she didn't receive a call again, so she forgot.
If Ying Zijin was really fired, where would she put her face?
Mr. Zhong didn't say anything. He put on his reading glasses, picked up his cell phone, and said slowly, "I'll call Qingzhi."
"Dad, don't worry about it." Zhong Manhua didn't want to lose face, and kept his voice down, "Let me do it."
"Do you think I don't know your strong temper?" Mr. Zhong waved his hands, "Come here, I'm afraid you will scold the child first."
Zhong Manhua was ashamed and angry: "Dad, what are you talking about?"
Mr. Zhong ignored her, picked up the phone number of the head teacher of the elite class from the address book, and called.
There will be a connection soon.
"Hi, hello teacher, I'm Zijin's grandfather, I want to ask Zijin today"
Listening to the conversation between Mr. Zhong and Mr. Xu, Zhong Zhiwan squeezed the cup tightly.
As for what Ying Zijin did this morning, no one cares about it, and his expulsion is certain.
Even if Mr. Zhong goes now, it will be too late.
She really couldn't understand why her grandfather was so nice to an adopted daughter. No matter how good the grades of the Zhong family's illegitimate children were, they couldn't soften Mr. Zhong's heart.
How can an adopted daughter who knows nothing?
"What?!" Mr. Zhong was talking, when his face suddenly changed, "Okay, okay, I understand, thank you teacher."
Zhong Manhua was restless and restless.
After finally waiting for Mr. Zhong to hang up the phone, she said: "Dad, I didn't teach her well. Don't worry, I will"
Mr. Zhong interrupted her directly: "What did you do this morning?"
Zhong Manhua was taken aback for a moment: "Mrs. Mu and I had morning tea in the old house and discussed matters. Dad, what are you asking"
"Have time to drink tea, but no time to go to school?" Mr. Zhong was furious immediately, "Do you know how much wronged Zijin suffered at school? You don't ask what happened and just think it's her fault? It's okay to feel ashamed." went?"
"If it wasn't for that kid from the Fu family to come forward, Zijin would have been fired. You mother, are you showing off? Ah?!"
"Your father and I have a vase, which is more useful than you!"
Zhong Manhua was stunned by the scolding, and his face was flushed red.
Zhong Zhiwan was slightly startled.
Was Ying Zijin not fired?
Or did Fu Yunshen help her?
Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, feeling a little bad.
"Your daughter, don't you believe that you are such a mother?" Mr. Zhong was very angry, "I will come here in a while, and apologize to her."
Zhong Manhua suddenly raised his head: "Dad!"
Mr. Zhong didn't look at her, turned his back, and dialed another number.
**
When Ying Zijin received the call, she had just finished a new round of physical therapy for Wen Fengmian.
She glanced at the note on the call, picked it up, and said in a calm tone, "Well, I'm fine tonight, okay, I'll see you later."
"What's wrong?" Wen Fengmian worried, "Is it the Ying family?"
"No." Ying Zijin pressed his shoulder, "I'll be back tomorrow, Dad, remember to take your medicine on time."
"Yaoyao, don't be too tired." Wen Fengmian hesitated to speak, "Dad is still young, take care of yourself, don't buy any medicine, give yourself something good."
As a parent, you always think about your children.
"You can rest assured about this." Ying Zijin peeled off a piece of chocolate, "I will not wrong myself when it comes to eating."
It is true that she is short of money.
You can earn money if you lose money, and you can't miss the delicious food.
"Be careful." Wen Fengmian sent her out, and told, "Protect yourself, don't conflict with your classmates at school, and you can help Yuyu with your studies, and don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Win son??He gave a hum, waved lazily, put his schoolbag on his back and left.
Forty minutes later, she arrived at the Zhong family's old house.
The location of the old residences of the four wealthy families happened to occupy the four directions of Shanghai City, and it was quite a distance to visit them usually.
"Wu Zijin, come here." Finally seeing someone, Mr. Zhong was very happy, and waved at the girl, "Let grandpa see if you have lost weight recently."
Ying Zijin paused before walking over: "Grandpa."
"A little thinner." Mr. Zhong rubbed his chin, reluctantly satisfied, "But he's become more beautiful, very good, very good, grandpa will buy you some clothes later, it's not good to always wear black."
Ying Zijin responded one by one.
"Sit down and sit down." Mr. Zhong patted the seat next to him, "I made black chicken soup today, so I'll make up for it."
With the permission of Mr. Zhong, the servants served the meal, and everyone else also took their seats.
Zhong Zhiwan held his chopsticks, he had no appetite at all, and his heart was full of panic.
Grandpa Zhong glanced at Zhong Manhua lightly, not getting angry.
Zhong Manhua endured it, so he had to bite the bullet and apologize.
However, the girl didn't even give her a look, as if she didn't hear her, she was eating golden sand corn very seriously.
Zhong Manhua's face was ashen.
In front of so many people, why not give her a step down?
"Like this?" Mr. Zhong noticed, "Let them make another plate."
Ying Zijin shook his head slightly: "No need, grandpa, I can't eat that much."
Mr. Zhong was afraid that she would be polite, so he just said: "Just tell me what you like, the kitchen is waiting."
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't stand it anymore, she got up, her expression was very cold: "Grandpa, I'm full, I'm going back to the house first."
Mr. Zhong nodded, but didn't say anything.
Zhong Zhiwan went upstairs holding his breath.
How could Mrs. Zhong not understand her daughter, and said with a smile: "Master, the elite class has been heavy recently, and I'm going back to study hard tonight. Don't think she doesn't talk to you much."
This sentence reminded Mr. Zhong: "Zijin, you are under a lot of pressure in study, do you want Wanwan to make up for you?"
Mrs. Zhong almost couldn't hold back her smile either.
Zhong Zhiwan is the first in grade, how can he have free time to make up lessons for an adopted daughter?
"Thank you, grandpa, for your kindness." Ying Zijin leaned on the chair with a lazy expression, "But I'm going to change classes."
"Change to another one?" Mr. Zhong was taken aback, "Why?"
Ying Zijin took a sip of the soup: "I don't want to stay anymore, it's very annoying."
Zhong Manhua had been enduring, and finally couldn't help it anymore.
She put the chopsticks on the table with a "snap", and was furious: "The elite class is the best class in Qingzhi. Do you know how much effort it took to get into the Ying family with your grades?"
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