Chapter 2088： False feelings

Chapter 2088

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

Jing Xiaocha’s eyes flashed a little surprise, Zhang Jinlei was able to find the school, he can believe that he said it at noon, guessing that Zhang Minghui might be in the same school as Zi Yi.

But he found his home in the afternoon, so he was really 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 you say it’s done at noon, why are you still here?"

The person who said this was Zhang Minghui, and lawyer Li had a good talk with them at noon.

Instead of talking, it is better to say that Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan agreed to give up Zhang Minghui's custody rights and let him live with Jing Xiaocha under the coercion and inducement of Lawyer Li.

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

Wang Huanhuan already has a job.

Zhang Jinlei also laughed, "Xiaocha, we have business to look for you."

"Why did you find here?" Jing Xiaocha asked faintly.

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

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

She didn’t tell Zhang Jinlei that she lives here.

Let them know that her residence has not been entangled for three or five days. Thinking of this, Jing Xiaocha couldn't help but frown slightly.

Zhang Jinlei saw Jing Xiaocha scowling, but she didn't let them in, and she really couldn't get in, so she had to truthfully say, "We went to Xingxia Film and Television Company. It was Jin Zheyu's sister Jin Fengjiao who told us."

"What are you doing there?"

Jing Xiaocha's face became more and more ugly, and she knew that once Zhang Jinlei was released from prison, she would not be able to live quietly.

"We don't know where you live, so we had to go to your working place to find you, and then we ran into the woman. She told us that you live here and we will come here to wait for you."

"Please tell me something here."

Jing Xiaocha is not stupid enough to lead them into the house. Zhang Minghui can learn well, but Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan, Jing Xiaocha are not interested in learning them well.

"Xiaocha, can you talk to President Mo and ask him to arrange a lighter job for me. The job is too hard for me to bear."

"Man, man, why can't you do a job that others can do. Didn't you say that you still want to earn money for me to go to school?"

Before Jing Xiaocha spoke, Zhang Minghui questioned it first.

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

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

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

The self-esteem of a child makes him feel that it is extremely embarrassing for his parents to go to prison.

"Xiaohui, if we are rich, we will definitely raise you."

They were in front of Zhang Minghui at noon, saying that they don’t want Zhang Minghui’s custody.

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

"He wants a good job. Let him work hard. If he has the ability, he doesn't need to ask his aunt to ask Uncle Mo for help."

"Xiaohui, I'm all for you, how can 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 is based on her ability, not because of Aunt Wen and Uncle Mo."

Zhang Minghui on Jing Xiaocha and its maintenance.

However, the more so, the more feeling Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan feel, the seeds of jealousy and resentment, slowly taking root.

"Jin Lei, don't worry about children in general."

Wang Huanhuan was afraid that they would make his son even more disgusted with them, so he smiled reluctantly, "Xiaohui, your father just made a slip of the tongue. It's not that your aunt has no skills, but that interpersonal relationships are very important now. That is because there is a backstage, so you can fight less. some."

"Yes, yes, that's what I meant, just like you can go to aristocratic school."

"Everything that Xiaohui got today is also based on his hard work. If he is the same as before, without any progress or change, he will not be able to go to school."

Jing Xiaocha’s voice coldly interrupted Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan’s words.

"Even if President Mo gives you a better job, you don't have the ability to do it. Why not do it diligently in your current job position, and don't even look down on you Xiaohui in the end."

"……"

Zhang Jinlei dumbfounded, looking at Jing Xiaocha.

In the end, he still takes care of the child, not wanting to tear his face with Jing Xiaocha.

The last two people left reluctantly.

After walking a few steps, Wang Huanhuan came back again and took out a ten yuan bill and stuffed it to Zhang Minghui, "Xiaohui, mom has no money now, so I will give you ten dollars first. You can buy something delicious, and my mom will give you a salary. more money."

Zhang Minghui stared at the crumpled ten dollars. He didn't seem to expect that his parents would really give him the money.

Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked at Jing Xiaocha. He was asking her if she wanted the money or not.

Jing Xiaocha is also a little surprised. Zhang Jinlei and Wang Huanhuan have not been released for many days, and they will not have any money.

Seeing Zhang Minghui looking at herself, Jing Xiaocha said gently, “Xiaohui, your parents have not paid their wages yet, so stop asking for their money, return it to your mother, and let them keep their own money.”

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

Zhang Minghui's tone was blunt, and when he was talking, he pushed the money in his hand to Wang Huanhuan.

"Son, but this is my mother's heart, be good, you hold the flower." Wang Huanhuan looked like a motherly distressed.

Zhang Minghui couldn't help but frowned. It was a child, "I can earn money by myself, and I earn more than you. I don't want your money."

"What money will you earn, you are a child."

Wang Huanhuan's eyes flashed, and said distressedly.

Zhang Minghui hates others not believing him most, and is about to tell his mother how he makes money.

Jing Xiaocha faintly interrupted his words, “Xiaohui takes your thoughts, and you take the money yourself. Xiaohui lives here with me. I won’t treat him badly.”

(End of this chapter)