Chapter 2088 Hypocrisy

In the afternoon, Jing Xiaocha followed Zhang Minghui home and found Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan waiting at the door of the apartment where they lived.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jing Xiaocha's eyes. Zhang Jinlei could find the school. He could believe it was him who said it at noon. He guessed that Zhang Minghui might be in the same school as Zi Yi and the others.

But he came home in the afternoon, which is really quite capable.

"Xiaocha, Xiaohui, we have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Wang Huanhuan stepped forward with a smile and spoke very affectionately.

"Didn't we agree at noon? Why are you still here?"

The person who said this was Zhang Minghui, and Lawyer Li had negotiated with them at noon.

Rather than talking about it, it is better to say that under Lawyer Li's various coercion and inducements, Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan agreed to give up Zhang Minghui's custody rights and let him live with Jing Xiaocha.

Of course, Mo Xiuchen gave him a benefit and found Zhang Jinlei a job.

And Wang Huanhuan already has a job.

Zhang Jinlei also laughed along with him, "Xiaocha, we have business with you."

"How did you find this place?" Jing Xiaocha asked calmly.

Zhang Jinlei's eyes flickered, "We learned that you live here by accident."

Jing Xiaocha's face darkened, "If you don't tell me how you found this place, who told you that I live here, then you don't have to talk to me about anything serious."

She didn't tell Zhang Jinlei and the couple that she lived here.

She didn't bother her for three to five days after letting them know where she lived. Thinking of this, Jing Xiaocha couldn't help but frown slightly.

Zhang Jinlei saw Jing Xiaocha's stern face, but she refused to let them in, and they really couldn't get in, so he had to tell the truth, "We went to Xingxia Film and Television Company. Jin Zheyu's sister Jin Fengjiao told us."

"What are you doing there?"

Jing Xiaocha's face became even more uglier. She knew that as soon as Zhang Jinlei was released from prison, she would not be able to live a peaceful life.

"We didn't know where you lived, so we had to go to your place of work to find you, and then we met the woman. She told us that you lived here, so we came here to wait for you."

"Tell me what you want here."

Jing Xiaocha would not be stupid enough to bring them into his home. Zhang Minghui could learn well, but Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan, Jing Xiaocha had no interest in whether they could learn well.

"Xiaocha, can you talk to Mr. Mo and ask him to arrange a lighter job for me? That job is too hard and I can't bear it."

"Manly man, why can't you do the work that others can do? Didn't you say you still want to make money for me to go to school?"

Before Jing Xiaocha could speak, Zhang Minghui asked.

Zhang Jinlei was a little embarrassed when his son asked, "Son, your dad and I haven't worked for a long time, and I'm not used to it. Besides, dad, if I work easier, I can earn more money so that you can live." a little better."

"I don't need you to support me. As long as you can work honestly and stop doing illegal things, I will be satisfied."

Although Zhang Minghui was a child, he was often laughed at and bullied by other children during the period when Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan were in prison.

The child's self-esteem made him feel that it was extremely shameful for his parents to go to jail.

"Xiao Hui, if we had money, we would definitely support you."

At noon, they said in front of Zhang Minghui that they did not want Zhang Minghui's custody rights.

Wang Huanhuan also said, "Xiaohui, your dad and I don't have money right now and can't help you live a good life. If your dad has a good job and earns more money, then our family of three can live happily. Together."

"If he wants a good job, let him work hard on his own. If he has the ability, there is no need for his aunt to ask Uncle Mo for help."

"Xiaohui, I did this all for you, how could you say that to me? Didn't your aunt also become a screenwriter because of your Aunt Wen and Uncle Mo?"

Zhang Jinlei retorted dissatisfiedly.

"Don't talk nonsense. My aunt relies on her own abilities and is not taking advantage of Aunt Wen and Uncle Mo."

Zhang Minghui on Jingxiao Tea and its maintenance.

However, the more this happened, the more uncomfortable Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan felt in their hearts. The seeds of jealousy and resentment slowly took root and sprouted.

"Jin Lei, don't worry like a child."

Wang Huanhuan was afraid that they would make her son even more disgusted with them, so she reluctantly smiled and said, "Xiaohui, your father just made a slip of the tongue. It's not that your aunt is incompetent, but that interpersonal relationships are very important now. If you have a backing, you can have less struggle." some."

"Yes, that's what I mean, just like you can go to a noble school."

"Everything Xiaohui got today was due to his hard work. If he was like before, without any progress or change, he wouldn't be able to go to school."

Jing Xiaocha's clear and cold voice interrupted Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan's words.

"Even if Mr. Mo gives you a better job, you still don't have the ability to do it. Why not work diligently at your current job? Don't even Xiaohui look down on you in the end."

"..."

Zhang Jinlei looked at Jing Xiaocha with dumbfounded eyes.

After all, she still cared about her children and didn't want to break up with Jing Xiaocha.

The last two people left reluctantly.

After taking a few steps, Wang Huanhuan came back, took out a ten-yuan note and stuffed it into Zhang Minghui, "Xiaohui, mom doesn't have any money now. I'll give you ten yuan first. You go buy some delicious food. Mom will give it to you after your salary is paid." more money."

Zhang Minghui looked at the crumpled ten yuan and was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to think that his parents would really give him the money.

Subconsciously, he looked up at Jing Xiaocha. He was asking her whether she wanted the money or not.

Jing Xiaocha was also a little surprised. Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan had just been released from prison a few days ago, and they didn't have much money.

Seeing Zhang Minghui looking at him, Jing Xiaocha said gently, "Xiaohui, your parents haven't paid their wages yet, so don't ask for their money. Give it back to your mother and let them keep it for themselves."

"Keep the flowers for yourself, I don't need them."

Zhang Minghui's tone was stiff, and as he spoke, he pushed the money in his hand to Wang Huanhuan.

"Son, this is my mother's wish. Be good, take the flowers." Wang Huanhuan looked like a loving mother.

Zhang Minghui couldn't help but frown, he was a child after all, "I know how to make money myself, and I make much more than you. I don't want your money."

"What money are you going to make, you're a little kid."

Wang Huanhuan's eyes flashed and she said distressedly.

Zhang Minghui hated it when others didn't believe him and was about to tell his mother how he earned his money.

Jing Xiaocha interrupted him calmly, "Xiao Hui has accepted your favor, and you can take the money and spend it yourself. Xiao Hui lives here with me, and I won't treat him badly."