The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Gods

Zhu Xiangxiang returned to the room and turned on his mobile phone to surf the Internet. As expected, the entertainment headlines have been updated.

—The golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop or the dove occupying the magpie's nest? Decrypt the way to the top of the first lady!

—The little nun has become a wealthy daughter? Where does the fake daughter go?

The exaggerated and eye-catching headline is accompanied by a secretly taken back view of the mirror, and a few black photos of Zhu Xiangxiang are clipped, and the reign of blood began.

The people who eat melons like to watch rich gossip. The screenwriters of real scripts such as true and false daughters can't make it. Netizens love it. There is a lot of discussion on the Internet. Among them, there are many poor Ming Jing who hate Zhu Xiangxiang, plus the navy's fish in troubled waters. Zhu Xiangxiang was hacked into carbon.

I wish Xiangxiang could guess who did it, but it's not the important thing now. Netizens scolded her a few words and couldn't afford to lose her flesh. The harder the scolding on the Internet, the more pity her family would be, and this was just what she wanted.

In the evening at the family banquet, Ming Jing came down from the upper floor, and Lin Qing became annoyed when she saw her bald head.

I wish my grandma had warned her before that she couldn't scold anyone, so she ordered the nanny to go out and buy a wig quickly. She couldn't stand it for a moment.

I wish grandma took her to her side and sit down. This was where Zhu Shaodan used to be. Zhu Xiangxiang glanced silently and sat down on Lin Qing's right hand.

I wish my grandmother glanced at her bald head, and smiled: "Blessed to be a smart round head."

Mingjing smiled slightly: "Thanks to your good words."

I wish my grandma patted her hand, and Ming Jing had a silver lock with exquisite workmanship in her hand, "A meeting gift from grandma."

Ding Jing replied with kindness, "Thank you Grandma."

Blessed by the elders.

The nanny has been serving dishes, and in the blink of an eye, a table full of delicacies and delicacies is available.

"I don't know what you like to eat. I have eaten so much before, so I can make up for the weight of the baby in the future." Grandma Zhu looked at Ming Jing with distressed eyes.

I wish my grandma looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Shao Dan hasn't come back yet?"

"I said that the light in the restaurant tonight is particularly dazzling. It turns out that there is a big light bulb." The young man's disdainful voice came from outside, and in the blink of an eye a handsome young man walked in with his hands in his pockets.

He is about fifteen years old. He is thin and tall. He wears a yellow and white baseball shirt. He is hot with tin foil, his favorite scumbag. He has handsome facial features and full of energy.

It's just that the eyes staring at Ming Jing at the moment are quite unkind, “Our family does not run a welfare institution, so don't take any cats and dogs back.”

"How do you say it, this is your sister's mirror." Grandma Zhu reprimanded in a deep voice.

Zhu Shaodan rolled his eyes: "I don't have a sister who is a nun. My sister has only one, and that is Zhu Xiangxiang."

I wish my grandma wanted to knock him with a cane, but Lin Qing, who was guarding the calf, quickly stopped him: "Shao Dan doesn't like it or doesn't like it, why do I force it, sit down and eat."

"I won't eat at the same table with the nun." Then he went upstairs with his hands in his pockets.

"This child is getting less and less plausible." Grandma Zhu cursed and patted the back of Ming Jing's hand.

"Shaodan is not bad in nature, but he is spoiled by us. After a long time, he will know that yours is better."

Ming Jing gently patted Grandma's back to give her comfort, and said lightly: “People who are irrelevant are not worth wasting their minds.”

Grandma I wish she sighed. She saw it clearly. Since arriving at this home, no matter how good she is, the child has no mood swings, and she has really brought all four of the monks to the extreme.

Obviously, she is still just a beautiful girl.

A meal is neither salty nor light. Lin Qing answered the phone when he was almost finished eating, and after hanging up he glanced at Ming Jing who was eating quietly.

"The school has arranged for you. I will report the day after tomorrow. It is a school with Xiangxiang, but your foundation is too poor. You can only start from the first year of high school. I don't expect you to study as well as Xiangxiang. Will support you for a lifetime."

I wish Xiangxiang happy and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will not let Xiangxiang be bullied."

"It's great, Ming Spiegel, we can go to school together in the future." The smile on Zhu Xiangxiang's face is so sincere, it makes people move.

Looking at the dull mirror again, the bald head is too dazzling. Compared with the generous Zhu Xiangxiang, the steelyard in the hearts of the people present is again biased.

Does Mingjing care what these people think? She went back to the room after dinner.

She came to wish home because she had a mission, instead of performing motherly kindness and filial piety with them, sisters, friends and sisters.

Go into the bathroom and look at the face in the mirror. Nothing is not delicate or imperfect. It is the degree that Zhu's gene mutation can't reach.

Current status, too good looks is not a good thing.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Miss, I bought a wig."

I don't know which style Spiegel likes, so the nanny bought five tops, five styles.

Mingjing glanced, and picked the most common short hair, with thick bangs, covering the girl's smooth and full forehead, looking dull and dull.

The nanny couldn't help but reminded: “This long straight hair is most suitable for the young lady. The young lady's bald head looks so beautiful, and this wig is definitely more beautiful.”

Ming Jing glanced at her faintly, and the babysitter was apprehensive. I don't know why, this young lady is obviously kind and purposeful, but the glance in her eyes makes her feel like there is nothing to hide, which is really strange. Weird.

"I put these four wigs for the lady in the cabinet, and she can wear whichever she wants. Changing them every day is more fresh."

Ming Jing nodded and responded slightly, and sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate, falling into silence like an old monk entering concentration.

Nanny Xiaoying glanced secretly, that slender figure glowed holy under the light, as if it would be blasphemy to even look at it more.

A silent chant of Amitabha in her heart, Xiaoying hurriedly left.

Shengde High School is the best aristocratic high school in the city. The children enrolled are either rich or expensive. In order to increase the admission rate, the school directors spend a lot of money to find top students. Most of these top students are born in poverty. The rich second generation of art, and the rich second generation also look down on these fake, high-tech and poor top students.

Especially after Lin Helong was forced to drop out of school last month, the two camps were even more incompatible.

The first grade of senior high school is generally the rocket class, the top student class, the second three four five class is the experimental class, the ordinary student class, the six seven eight class is the parallel class, which is the gathering place of those rich second generations who are idle and unlearned.

Mingjing was assigned to eight classes. This is the class with the most scumbags, and people hate dogs.

The arrival of a transfer student did not cause any waves in the class, at most a little ripple.

Ming Jing obediently walked to the position designated by the teacher and sat down. At the same table was a cheerful girl with a round face, and smiled enthusiastically: "Hello Ming Jing, my name is Tao Xingxing."

Mingjing put her school bag, took out the textbook and stationery, turned her head and looked into her eyes, and smiled slightly: "Hello."

The girl in front of her obviously looks very ordinary, but her eyes are so beautiful, and she contains a kind of indescribable broad-mindedness.

Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue.

Tao Xingxing, who is excellent in Chinese, found the right adjective in an instant.

is this feeling.

Opening the textbook, Mingjing looked at the densely packed text above, and his thoughts drifted away quietly.

How long has it been without sitting in the classroom like this and studying with peace of mind?

Picking up the pen, Ming Jing smiled, praying to the Buddha for many years, and the mood has long been detached. At this moment, the fingertips still can't stop a little trembling.

The girl sat quietly, the noisy surroundings did not affect her at all, she seemed to be shining with holy light, gentle and incredibly gentle.

Tao Xingxing was dumbfounded.

She saw God.

(End of this chapter)

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