Chapter 2290 Sever the Relationship and Go on a Blind Date

Blind Date 22

"Sister Tongtong, these four words are more suitable for you to give to Sister Momo. She won't even let go of a good-looking beggar."

Wen Qinghuan's laughter came with a clear and sweet voice.

After Gu Zhitong listened to the voice, he looked at Mo Mo beside him with a smile.

Mo Mo chuckled, "Xiao Qinghuan, don't accuse me wrongly. I have really seen the handsome beggar you drew."

After staring at Wen Qinghuan's painting for a few more times, Mo Mo continued, "I added Qingqing, she should also know this person."

Previously, Tan Qingqing and Mo Ziyi broke up and went abroad, and quit all the groups in which he existed.

She hadn't been back long, and they hadn't drawn her into the group yet.

When Tan Qingqing received the message, she and Mo Ziyi had just arrived home.

Wen Ran had already heard about what happened in the afternoon. As soon as he saw them returning home, he immediately stepped forward to pull Qing Qing and asked with concern, "Qing Qing, I heard about what Mo Xin did. Are you okay?"

"Aunt Wen, don't worry, I'm fine."

Tan Qingqing shook her head with a smile.

"It's fine." Wen Ran looked at Qingqing a few more times before turning to ask Mo Ziyi, "Ziyi, where is Mo Xinren?"

Mo Ziyi said gently, "Mom, Mo Xin has left G City. I'll have someone find her back."

Wen Ran said angrily, "She's really going too far. Zi Yi, you have to teach her a lesson this time."

"Mom, I know."

"Qingqing, Momo invited you to join the group, you accept it."

"oh."

As soon as Qingqing took out her mobile phone, Mo Ziyi snatched it away.

Qing Qing smiled nonchalantly and followed Wen Ran to the sofa and sat down.

Wen Ran told her that the day had been chosen.

"Qingqing, I just asked your dad, and he agrees with your wedding on the sixth day of March. My grandparents and grandparents also agree. We set this date together, and now we are waiting for your nod."

Tan Qingqing looked at Huang Li with crooked eyebrows, "Aunt Wen, I listen to you."

"Then let's set this date for now."

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"Xiaohui, I was wrong. Give me another chance. I promise I will never do such a thing behind your back again."

In the apartment, Wang Huanhuan cried and blamed herself.

On the sofa, Zhang Minghui was covered with a blanket. He looked at the crying Wang Huan in front of him with a livid face, and asked coldly, "Do you really want to kill me if you want to have a next time?"

"I said there won't be a next time, Xiaohui, I promise you, if you do it again, I, I will die."

"Xiaohui, drink this ginger soup first." Jing Xiaocha, who came out of the kitchen with ginger soup, interrupted Wang Huanhuan, came to the sofa, and handed the ginger soup to Zhang Minghui.

Zhang Minghui said "Thank you, aunt." before taking the bowl and drinking ginger soup.

Jing Xiaocha watched him finish the ginger soup with gentle eyes, took the bowl, and then looked at Wang Huanhuan.

Touching her insincere face, her expression turned cold.

The voice was different from the gentleness when talking to Zhang Minghui, but cold and sarcastic, "I feel sad for Xiaohui. How could he have parents like you? Not only did they not educate him well, but they also tried their best to hold him back from learning well."

On the sofa, Zhang Minghui's face changed slightly, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

Jing Xiaocha paused for a moment and then said, "If you really still regard Xiaohui as your son, stay as far away from him as possible and kill him like an enemy."

"I didn't. Jing Xiaocha, please don't sow discord. Xiaohui, trust me."

"Why should I believe you?"

Zhang Minghui glared at Wang Huanhuan angrily and said bitterly, "How did my aunt wrong you? What good things have you taught me since I was a child? Apart from leading me to bad things again and again, what else would you do? If it weren't for my aunt here, , I was killed by you a long time ago."

"Xiaohui..."

"Don't call me anymore. From now on, I have nothing to do with you. I have already paid back the kindness of your upbringing over the years."

"Xiaohui, how can this be done? I gave birth to you in ten months of pregnancy..."

"No way? Then I can only call Zi Yi and ask him to take you away or hand you over to the police. You know what you have done. If the old and new accounts are calculated together, how long will you be in jail... "

"Xiaohui, I...even if you sever ties with me, do you still have to give me some more pension money?"

Wang Huanhuan is ten years older than Jing Xiaocha, but she looks like she is nearly thirty years older.

And at this moment, Zhang Minghui felt even more pathetic when he looked like he was asking for money.

He sneered, lifted the blanket, jumped off the sofa and rushed into the house.

A minute later, he threw a bank card in front of Wang Huanhuan and said, "Take these 100,000 yuan and I will publish it in the newspaper tomorrow and sever ties with you."

Wang Huanhuan's eyes flashed with greed, and he hesitated for a few seconds before seeing Zhang Minghui's decisive attitude.

Jing Xiaocha looked aside with a cold eyebrow.

A trace of hatred flashed through her heart, and she picked up the bank card, "Xiaohui, whether you recognize me or not, you will always be my child. When rich people like them don't want you anymore, you must come to us." "

Wang Huanhuan took the bank card and left.

Zhang Minghui straightened his back, closed the door and returned to Jing Xiaocha. He bowed deeply and said remorsefully, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

"this is not your fault."

Jing Xiaocha sighed, put the bowl on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa.

She motioned for Zhang Minghui to sit down.

The latter shook his head, "Auntie, I'm standing."

Zhang Minghui was always courteous and courteous in front of Jing Xiaocha.

"Xiaohui, your parents have been entangled with you for so many years, and they probably won't cut off the relationship with you so easily. You are not young anymore, and it is time to start a family. If you don't have a romantic partner, why don't I give it to you? How about looking for some suitable girls?”

Zhang Minghui's face turned slightly pale.

Because Jing Xiaocha talks about mutual love, not love.

He pursed his lips and said, "I will listen to my aunt's arrangements."

"I'm not trying to arrange your marriage. The final decision must be made by you."

A smile appeared on Jing Xiao's tea face, "You are an excellent child, and you will definitely be able to find a girl who is in love with you."

"Aunt, I..."

"If you apologize, don't say it anymore. Ziyi and Qingqing have always regarded you as their brother, and they won't blame you."

"Wait for my news. I'll call you after making an appointment with the other party."

Jing Xiaocha took the bowl into the kitchen and asked Zhang Minghui to lie down on the bed and rest before leaving the apartment.

After getting in the car, Jing Xiaocha dialed Wen Jin's number.

"Hey, Xiaocha."

The phone rang twice and was picked up, and Wen Jin's voice came.

"Brother Wen, I just told Xiaohui to let him go on a blind date... He should have made up his mind to sever ties with his parents this time."

Wen Jin didn't know where he heard about what happened in the afternoon. Now after listening to Jing Xiaocha's narration, he said lightly, "He might as well be on a blind date."