The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 1 Return

  Jiangcheng’s leading wealthy family, Zhu’s family, has been very lively recently.

  Zhu Xiangxiang was admitted to the hospital in a car accident and was in urgent need of a blood transfusion. No one in Zhu’s family had the right blood type.

Mrs. Zhu Lin Qing invited a private investigator to investigate. It turned out that sixteen years ago, when Zhu’s family had not yet flourished, Lin Qing was given birth in a small town health center, and the nurse took the wrong child. The fate of a child.

  I wish Xiangxiang a wealthy daughter, a real daughter who lives in the countryside.

  The story in the playbook became true, and the spectators sighed and sighed for wishing Xiangxiang a good life. For that poor real daughter, there was only pity left.

  Today is the day when the real daughter will come to the door.

  Many people in Jiangcheng are people who watch the excitement, and the real daughters are living in the countryside, and it is definitely difficult to be elegant.

And Zhu Xiangxiang, known as the first lady in Jiangcheng, countless young talents who admire her, but her person is tall and arrogant, and they are all inconspicuous, so many of them are jealous of Jiangcheng ladies. Now Phoenix is ​​actually in the chicken coop. Come out, get a chance, but don't ridicule.

  So under the propaganda of this group of celebrities who are not too big to watch the excitement, the matter of the true and false daughters of Zhu’s family is raging, and even the entertainment sector has spent a lot of coverage on it.

There is a sports car parked by the flowerbed opposite the Qujia Villa. Inside the car are three stylishly dressed girls. A woman with wavy, curly hair and red lips in the driver’s seat takes off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose with one hand and plays with the SLR camera with her lips curled in the other. He smiled and said, "I wish Xiangxiang must be uneasy now."

   "Sure, she used to be proud of being the daughter of the Zhu family. Now she prays that the Zhu family will not drive her out." Li Jiaojiao gloated.

The **** the co-pilot frowned and said, "But I heard that the true daughter of Zhu's family grew up in a nun's nunnery. She has no experience or education. Has she ever fought so hard, Zhu Xiangxiang?"

  Li Jiaojiao gave her a glance: "Aren't we still there? The money is in place and everything is easy to handle. As long as I can make Zhu Xiangxiang suffer, I will spare no effort."

  She has been chasing the male **** for a year. As soon as she got her hands, Zhu Xiangxiang hooked people away with her fingers. Li Jiaojiao was the one who hated her the most.

  Zhao Zhen glanced at the rearview mirror: "Here."

  In the blink of an eye, a black car stopped at the gate of the villa, and the driver walked down and opened the rear door.

  Zhao Zhen held the DSLR, and the car parked diagonally in front of the gate, so only one side of the silhouette could be seen.

  I saw a tall and thin figure walking down from the car, wearing a brown Ziyi like a willow in the wind, making her back look thin and slender.

  The girl wears a nun on her head, can't see her face clearly, her shoulders are straight, her footsteps are not fast and slow, like a summer breeze, just a silhouette of her back gives people a sense of coolness and tranquility.

  Zhao Zhen took a few pictures with "KaKa", the other side's figure has long been gone, she stared at the slim figure in the SLR and fell into deep thought.

  Sun Qingqing murmured: "My God, what a nun..."

  Li Jiaojiao rubbed his hands in excitement: "A good show is coming, but unfortunately I can't get in to Zhu's house, otherwise the live broadcast must be very interesting."

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   Zhu’s living room, Zhu’s relatives, large and small, are here, waiting to see this real daughter.

  I wish the old lady sit in the main seat, Zhu Wentao and Lin Qing second, then I wish my aunt Zhu Wenjie, and her daughter Zhou Ying, with Lin Qing sitting next to Zhu Xiangxiang.

Zhou Ying secretly looked at Zhu Xiangxiang, and saw the girl wearing a slim white sweater embroidered with silver blue orchids, a camel suspender dress, long hair shawl, and a delicate appearance. She folded her hands on her lower abdomen. She was elegant and dignified. Sufficient.

  Even at this time, there is still no panic on her face, as if what is coming is not the thorn in her daughter's position, but an ordinary guest.

  Zhou Ying curled her lips secretly, and when the real daughter comes, I see if you can hold your breath.

  Uncle Wen, the housekeeper, walked in: "Miss is here."

  In the blink of an eye, the whole hall fell on the door.

  Although it has long been rumored that the real daughter grew up in the temple, but when I saw a girl in Ziyi wearing a monk's hat walking in, everyone still felt a subtle feeling in their hearts.

  Lin Qing frowned at the sight of her biological daughter.

  The old lady smiled and waved: "Grandma's eyes are blurred, she can't see people clearly, come to her."

  The girl came closer, and the old lady took her hand and looked at it carefully. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became: "What's the name of the handsome man?"

   "Ding Jing." The sound is like a yellow warrior, tactfully and quietly.

   "Good boy, you have been wronged before. From now on, you are a member of this family. Who dares to bully you, tell grandma, grandma will never be merciless." The words fell and glanced around, implicitly shocked.

  The old lady is very majestic in Zhu’s family. What she said is the imperial edict. This real daughter pleases the old lady, and the future will not be too sad.

  "Xiangxiang." The old lady said.

Zhu Xiangxiang, who had been silent, stood up and walked over with a gentle and dignified smile on his face.

  Lin Qing looked at Zhu Xiangxiang worriedly.

  "Don’t care what is true or false, you and Ming Jing are both my wish family daughters, I will not favor one another, I will hand over to you in the future, you are my sister, you need to take care of her more, you know?"

   Zhu Xiangxiang said softly, "I see, grandma."

   turned his head and took Ming Jing's hand, and smiled softly: "Ding Jing, I am Xiangxiang, you can call my sister or my name, and I will show you to recognize our relatives."

  She has a natural attitude, not overly rigid or overly intimate, and she feels as comfortable as a spring breeze.

  Ming Jing followed her to recognize her relatives one by one, the relatives boasted and handed out a red envelope, which was regarded as a meeting gift for the child.

When it was Zhu Wenjie’s turn, she stuffed a thick red envelope and smiled enthusiastically: "I used to think that Xiangxiang and his sister-in-law looked different. Now I know the reason after seeing Ming Jing. She is really a mother and daughter. It's just a model. Carved out of it."

  Lin Qing's gloomy face was as dark as the bottom of a pot for a moment, and Zhu Wenjie stared fiercely.

   can make Lin Qing eat, Zhu Wenjie is happy.

  She also deliberately ran Lin Qing with what she said. In fact, Ming Jing was not like Zhu Wenjie at all. If it weren’t for the DNA test results, she must have felt that the private detective was fooling people.

   "Cousin, you grew up in the nun's nunnery. Have your days been boring? By the way, cousin, have you gone to school? How many words do you know?" Zhou Ying asked with an innocent look.

  Don’t say that Lin Qing’s face was dripping with gloom, even the old lady’s face was not very good, she glared at Zhou Ying, "Yingying."

  Zhu Xiangxiang was about to open the siege, and Ming Jing, who had been silent and quiet, opened her mouth. She twisted the beads with one hand. The round beads, bright patinas, bear the traces of the years, and there is an inexplicable harmony at the girl's lush white fingertips.

   "Thanks to the kindness of Master, he taught me how to calligraphy since I was a child. I am not very talented, but I will not laugh and be generous. As for going to school, the nunnery is hard, daily hard practice, and there is no chance to go to school."

  The wording is elegant and elegant, where it looks like you have never read a book.

Look at the girl again, her skin is fair and snowy, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her nose is like jade, her lips are like vermilion, as she said, her body is bitter, and her body is not two or two fleshy, and her cheeks are also thin like jade, which adds to her. Kind of passion.

  However, the most outstanding thing in her whole body are those eyes, which are like a secluded pool, without waves, like the compassionate Avalokitesvara on the altar of great compassion, with sentient beings in her eyes, saving the world from the sea of ​​suffering.

  For a moment, Zhou Ying almost knelt down and worshipped.

"Pity my elder niece, who is like a flower and jade, how much suffering I have suffered since I was a child, unlike Xiangxiang, who went to the best aristocratic school since I was a child, the food and clothes are all famous brands, and I learned piano and dance. You are now the first lady in Jiangzhou."

  Zhu Wenjie’s words and sentences are provocative, for fear that the two will not be able to fight.

  Zhu Xiangxiang smiled and said, "Auntie, this is the end of the matter. It doesn't make sense to say more. I will make up for Der Spiegel in the future."

  It's Lin Qing's turn. She has worn the jade bracelet on her wrist for many years and put it on the wrist of Mingjing, and said stiffly: "I will listen to your sister in the future, this is your home."

  Ding Jing’s wrist is extremely thin, and the jade bracelet is not suitable at all. It will easily fall off after a little movement. I don’t know if Lin Qing’s move was intentional or unintentional.

  Ding Jing's fingers rubbed the warm and cool jade bracelet, and looked down slightly: "Thank you mother."

  Lin Qing choked, "You wouldn't be called Mom?" It's not a feudal society, it's so strange.

  Zhu Wentao waved his hand: "The child has just returned, don't be so tight."

  He had no expectations for this daughter before, and he didn’t want to see a real person. He had a good impression. He was better than wishing his family, and his personality was not arrogant or arrogant.

   "By the way, there is also a younger brother, Shao Dan, who is one year younger than us. He is very playful and does not have a family all day long. He will be introduced to you when he comes back.

  After acknowledging relatives, relatives left one by one.

Lin Qing looked at Zi Yi on Ming Jing, frowning disgustedly: "It's really unlucky, Xiang Xiang, first give her a set of your clothes, and take her to the mall tomorrow to buy some clothes, what to wear, and you I also took off his cap, and I wear a wig if I don’t have any hair."

  Ming Jing didn't say much, and followed Zhu Xiangxiang upstairs.

  "You are her mother. The child just came back and couldn't speak well, and it scared the child again." Grandma Zhu scolded.

   "Mom, look at the clothes she wears, I can't afford to lose this person anyway."

"Is this the child's choice? You should prepare your clothes in advance to pick her up in person if you know that your child is not doing well. If you haven't raised her for a day, what qualifications do you have to dislike her? I think you have such an attitude. It's what makes people look at jokes."

  Lin Qing was speechless.

Grandma Zhu snorted: "Besides, to that stop, I don't think she is any worse than the Xiangxiang you brought out by yourself. That's your daughter. You can have a snack." The words fell with a cane. Back to the room.

  Upstairs, Ming Jing came out of the cloakroom after changing his clothes. Standing in front of the French windows, Zhu Xiangxiang turned his head in thought, his pupils shrinking subconsciously.

  The emotion under his eyes was fleeting, and if nothing had happened, he walked up, "You are taller than me, and the dress is a bit shorter, but it looks pretty."

  This is true. Der Spiegel is tall and thin, comparable to a supermodel, with proper clothes racks.

  Ming Jing folded Zi's clothes neatly, took off the cape and put them together, staring at the back of her round head, Zhu Xiangxiang thought, she never knew that a bald head could be so good-looking.

The Mingjing room is in the innermost room on the second floor. It’s no better than Zhu Xiangxiang with a large balcony and a cloakroom bathroom. The guest room is temporarily remodeled with a private bathroom. It is as cool as a model room. Some girl’s daily necessities are prepared, including sanitary napkins. Five things, I have to say that the people who prepare these are quite careful.

   "I live next door, if you need to tell me what you need, you take a rest and have a family dinner at 7 o'clock in the evening." Zhu Xiangxiang left after speaking.

  When Mingjing came, she had no long objects, so there was nothing to clean up.

  Sitting on the bed cross-legged to meditate, and doing his homework silently, Ming Jing murmured: "The monks don’t slander. There is a reason for the matter. I beg the Buddha to forgive the disciples."

  　 1VS1 for both men and women, the heroine is slow, the relationship progresses slowly, and she concentrates on her career

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