Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 300 The male theologian is in my house 20
When Xinhe got home today, she didn't see Bai Lanfeng and Jian Zhen.

Jian Zhitong was not in the living room either.

She got something from the kitchen and went upstairs.

She put down her schoolbag and asked while eating pastries, "Maomao, where are they?"

"Jian Zhen is still working overtime in the company, Bai Lanfeng..." Speaking of this, Shuangmao's voice was a bit cheap: "Hey, she is doing something inappropriate for children with Jian Zhen's general manager, hey~"

Xin He: "..."

Xin He lowered her eyes in thought.

Bai Lanfeng's mother and daughter were not in a hurry to beat them to death with one blow, as this kind of person just wanted to grind slowly.

How can they have a long memory when they are so happy all at once?
After all, in the original plot, the original owner suffered a lot at the hands of the two of them.

"How is Jian Zhen's current company?"

The two cats are looking through the data: "Zhou Caihua, Bai Lanfeng's concubine, took advantage of his position, and now he has successively transferred many properties of the Jane's Group to his own name, and hired someone to take care of them for him."

Xin He was slightly surprised: "So blatant?"

"Not counting? After all, the people Zhou Caihua is looking for take over from formal channels, and as soon as the time is ripe, they can be converted into cash immediately."

Xin He was half lying on the bed, chewing and eating casually.

To be honest, Xinhe didn't think about the specific plan at all before.

After all, she can recite dozens of different stories of this kind of plot of fighting for inheritance with her vicious stepmother in a minute.

But when it was his turn, Xin He didn't think about what to do for a while.

The main problem now is Bai Lanfeng.

Jian Zhen had no problems at all, but Bai Lanfeng and Zhou Caihua had problems.

In fact, Xin He could have directly asked Shuangmao to print out the video photos of the two of them and put them in Jian Zhen's office.

But that's too simple to make sense.

After all, such an ending has no process at all, is it a bit boring?

Xin He suddenly thought of a crucial question, "Maomao, whose daughter is Jian Zhitong?"

Shuang Mao replied without thinking: "Don't say it, it really belongs to Jian Zhen."

Xin He nodded when she heard the words, if Jian Zhitong wasn't Jian Zhen's daughter, this inheritance, it should be called a family property dispute, would have nothing to do with Jian Zhitong at all.

After briefly planning the next goal with Shuang Mao, Xin He really felt that the task content was much clearer.

Xinhe doesn't need to do anything now, just wait for the right time to add fuel to the flames and let Bai Lanfeng show his feet.

Jian Zhen won't come back tonight, and Xin He doesn't bother to go down and act as a sister.

Anyway, the food she just took was enough.

This meal took an hour.

When Xin He was nibbling on the last box of chicken feet, she was thinking whether she should go to bed early and get up early today to keep healthy, when a video call popped up.

The volume of the phone was a bit loud, Xin He was startled, and the chicken feet in his hand almost fell off the bed.

Xin He hurriedly took off the disposable gloves and went to the desk to arrange the phone, and then clicked to answer.

She disagrees with the pixels of the mobile phone, so she needs to find a good angle.

And this angle was naturally found by Shuangmao.

Seeing the chicken feet in Xin He's hand, Fu Lou was slightly surprised: "You haven't eaten yet?"

Just as Xin He wanted to shake his head to deny it, he suddenly remembered that Fu Lou's sudden video call must be because of his studies.

She nodded decisively: "yes, dad is not at home today, I found something to eat from the kitchen, I just started eating and then you called."

(End of this chapter)