The Pillow of the Bad President

Mrs. Zhuang cleared her throat and said, "Qintong was brought to the dealer by me at the age of seven. We grew up watching you two have no children. She has been the only daughter of the dealer these years. She pleases me and my life is not lonely, I plan to let you just recognize her as your daughter."

Both Lin Yin and Zhuang Qing were taken aback.

The old lady mentioned this matter once when she first brought Zhuang Qintong to the dealer, but she didn't expect to mention it again.

Zhuang Qintong was also stunned when she heard it. She couldn't help but clenched the chopsticks in her hand, feeling uncontrollable nervousness and excitement in her heart.

Lin Yin and Zhuang Qing glanced at each other, and the latter smiled and said, "Mom, haven't we discussed this matter before? Qintong grew up in Zhuang's parents and has changed his surname. There is really no need extravagant"

Lin Yin nodded in agreement, "Yes, Qing Ze and I have always treated Qin Tong as our own children."

The husband and wife knew Mrs. Zhuang very well, and it was obvious that they thought about it when they came out.

Zhuang Qing said, "So Mom, forget it."

Mrs. Zhuang's eyes widened, "What do you mean, you don't agree with what I said?"

Lin Yin quickly explained, "Mom, that's not what we meant, it's just that everyone knows Qintong's identity, and we didn't treat her as an outsider."

Mrs. Zhuang's complexion sank, and she deliberately reprimanded, "Then why didn't you do what I said, I think you are trying to make me angry."

Mr. Zhuang, who had been silent all this time, said in a majestic and deep voice, "Okay, let's stop eating."

Mrs. Zhuang was a proud young lady when she was young, and her temper became even more mean when she was old, but she still didn't dare to make mistakes in front of Mr. Zhuang.

Zhuang Qintong held the chopsticks tightly all the time, and she said with a smile, "Auntie, I know how much you love your grandniece. Uncle and aunt are right. There is no need to do anything more. I am very satisfied now."

Mrs. Zhuang saw the steps and hurried down, "Okay, okay."

Seeing this, Mr. Zhuang was satisfied with Zhuang Qintong's understanding.

This little episode is over soon.

After eating, Mr. Zhuang and Mrs. Zhuang went upstairs to take an afternoon nap. After Zhuang Qintong personally sent the two old people to the door, he also returned to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, the expression on her face became gloomy.

Looking forward to it in vain.

Zhuang Qintong's heart was full of resentment.

She didn't expect Mrs. Zhuang to suddenly mention the matter of recognizing her daughter at the dinner table, and she didn't expect that Zhuang Qingze and his wife refused without even thinking about it.

Externally, she is indeed the only daughter of the dealer.

But what's the use of this, everyone knows her identity, and they also know that Zhuang Qingze and his wife treat her like their own daughter, but it's not after all, if they recognize their daughter, the result will be different

This is the goal she has been dreaming of and working hard for since the day she entered the dealership.

Violence burst into Zhuang Qintong's eyes, and he raised his hand angrily and threw the antique vase on the corner cabinet next to him to the ground.

"Snapped"

With a loud sound, the vase shattered to the ground.

After 2 minutes, a servant knocked on the door and came in.

Zhuang Qintong raised his hand to straighten the messy hair around his ears, with a dignified and gentle smile, "When I was picking up things just now, I accidentally knocked an antique blue and white porcelain vase on the ground, I will clean it up later."

"I didn't hurt you, I'll clean it up now," the servant said immediately.

Zhuang Qintong smiled and nodded, "I'm fine, thank you for your hard work."

Hearing her soft voice, the servant quickly said, "It's okay, Miss, this is what I should do."

The servant watched Zhuang Qintong walk gracefully into the dressing room, and felt that the daughter of the dealer in front of him was very kind, and she always smiled when facing their servant.

In the afternoon, the weekend malls are the most popular.

Hao Yan made an appointment with Jiang Nuannuan to go shopping with Tangtang.

Since she recovered and was discharged from the hospital, Tangtang has lived like any other ordinary child, and she can't tell that she was once a child who was plagued by illness.

The season is approaching, and there are many new products on display at the counter. After shopping for a long time, they bought a lot of spoils.

There is a sky garden on the top floor of the shopping mall, where you can drink afternoon tea.

On the seventh floor, with glass curtains, the view is very good and you can enjoy the beautiful view of the city.

They chose a seat and ordered some drinks and refreshments.

The coffee shop is laid out casually, with fresh green plants everywhere. In addition to the power supply, each table is also equipped with a magazine rack with books and newspapers for the entertainment of the guests.

There were a lot of shopping bags piled up behind the chair. After Jiang Nuannuan glanced at her, she deliberately smiled and teased her, "Being the proprietress is really different, and the money is so generous."

Hao Yan blushed and explained, "A lot of them were bought for Qin Huainian."

Jiang Nuannuan blinked at her, "What about the diamond ring, why didn't you wear it?"

Regarding the marriage promise, Hao Yan did not hide it from her. When asked at this moment, she whispered shyly, "It's too big, keep it at home, I'm afraid I'll lose it"

Jiang Nuannuan laughed.

Hao Yan lowered her head in embarrassment.

He has been burying his head in humming and focusing on eating the sugar of the cake. After eating all the chocolate on the black forest, he raised his head and found Jiang Nuannuan on the opposite side staring blankly at the newspaper in his hand. He tilted his head and asked curiously, "Auntie Nuannuan ,What’s wrong with you"

Hao Yan also looked over when she heard the words, "Nuannuan"

Jiang Nuannuan's face slowly turned pale, she shook her head and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Hao Yan frowned.

She reached out and snatched the newspaper in Jiang Nuannuan's hand, only to find that it was a Chinese-American edition with a report about Jiang Yishen.

The English translation probably means that the golden barrister RJ is getting married, and there is a candid photo next to it, which shows Jiang Yi deeply hugging a woman under the night of Wall Street.

It wasn't the blond beauty I had seen last time, but a new face, tall and slender, apparently of mixed race, with deep and beautiful facial features.

Hao Yan's eyes widened, and she read it twice before making a sound, "What's the situation, Lawyer Jiang is getting married?"

Jiang Nuannuan twitched the corner of her mouth, "Really?"

Her eyes drooped, she picked up the juice next to her with both hands and drank it all in one gulp, then shivered.

Seeing this, Hao Yan couldn't help shaking her hand, "Nuan Nuan, are you sad?"

"No, I'm not sad at all." Jiang Nuannuan shook her head quickly, her voice light and light, "I'm very happy instead. If he really wants to get married, it will be a good thing for me, and I can be completely free. Don’t worry about not being able to escape his cage.”

After she finished speaking, she smiled at Hao Yan, but that smile didn't look easy at all, it was uglier than crying.