Zhuli rolled her eyes and raised her eyebrows.

"Mr. Zhang, I didn't understand what you said, what do you mean by keeping a child?"

The corners of her mouth turned down slightly, and her eyebrows flickered a few times.

Jing Yuhe in the living room naturally saw the scene outside, and she was hesitating to go out.

Zhang Cheng tightened his jawline, and his eyes were cold.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, call Jing Huaizhi out!"

"Sir is not at home, if you have something urgent, I can tell you on your behalf."

Steward Li on his side crossed his hands in front of him and smiled and expressed his willingness to help.

"Get out!"

"It's not your turn to interject here."

Zhang Cheng waved his big hand in anger.

Zhuli took Steward Li's arm and said in a gentle tone: "Steward Li, let's go back first, leave him alone." ”

The pent-up anger in the heart of the man behind him burned again.

I saw his eyebrows twisted into pimples: "Hey! Who allowed you to go! ”

But this time, no matter how much he shouted, the closed door never opened.

Zhuli turned on the computer to make PPT when she returned to the bedroom, and no one paid attention to the little episode outside.

The sky is getting more and more blurry, replaced by a darker gray.

"You give... I'll come out..."

Outside the door, Zhang Cheng still shouted unrelentingly.

After just shouting for an afternoon, he had no strength.

Prostration: Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the back of his head resting on the iron railing.

The black iron fence slowly moved to both sides.

The door opened.

The black Bentley drove in at a steady pace, and finally came to a steady stop in front of the main entrance of the villa.

From the rear driver's seat came a little girl with a school bag, she wore a ponytail, and her two big eyes looked at the man sitting outside the door in confusion.

"Dad, doesn't that uncle have no money to eat?"

Jing Yuyu's well-proportioned little hand pulled down the schoolbag, as if to take something out of the bag.

Jing Huaizhi's gaze swept over without a trace, and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He deserves it because he has no money to eat, let's go home."

After speaking, he took Jing Yuyu's schoolbag with one hand, and led her to the house with his right hand.

At this time, Zhang Cheng leaned half of his body slightly in the direction where they were.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, he strode up to her.

The narrow eyes are filled with countless emotions.

Then he half-knelt in front of her, and his hand that was parked in mid-air did not dare to touch this bright pearl for a long time.

"You've grown so big, huh?"

The man's throat was a little dry, and he opened his arms with a smile: "Can I hug you?" ”

Jing Yuyu looked at the strange uncle in front of her with puzzled eyes.

After that, he looked up at Jing Huaizhi: "Dad, who is this strange uncle?" ”

I'm your father!

Countless tears glistened in his eyes, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

Squeak

The door to the parlor opened.

The thinly dressed woman walked out with her hands rubbed together.

"Yuyu, mom has been watching you upstairs for a long time."

"Why don't you come in?"

Zhuli took Jing Yuyu's hand and gave Jing Huaizhi another look.

Jing Yuyu didn't know how to answer, and bared her teeth and showed it to Zhuli.

"You know everything?"

After Jing Yuyu and Zhuli left, Jing Huaizhi spoke.

Zhang Cheng looked like a villain, and he still needed to look up at him after taking a few steps closer.

"My request is simple, I'm going to take back custody of her."

He snorted softly, not budging.

Jing Huaizhi couldn't get used to his virtue of saying big things, and he was full of sarcasm.

"What are you taking?"

Zhang Cheng was speechless by him.

Squeak

The door to the parlor was opened again.

The woman wore a camel-colored coat hanging from her arm, and said in a coquettish tone: "Husband, it's time to eat." ”

He raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips deepened: "Got it, wife." ”

Zhuli casually draped the clothes on the man's shoulders, raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Cheng who was still angry, and couldn't help but quip:

"Mr. Zhang, haven't left yet?"

"I've been waiting for so long, Xiao Zhang must be hungry too, why don't you ..."

She chuckled and said, "It's better to go back to dinner early, it's cold outside." ”

"Ladbrokes has to count on you."

Zhang Cheng's face was pale, and his face was full of displeasure.

"You wicked woman, I don't believe you're really good to her!"

He was willing to bow to the wind, but he was unwilling, so angry that he stomped his feet on the spot.

"Come with me somewhere."

Jing Huaizhi was silent for a long time, looking at him with a serious expression.

The lowered eyes were affectionate, "Wife, you go with me." ”

The old house of the Jing family

As their sharp gaze weaved through the increasingly familiar environment, the expressions of those sitting in the back row were slightly distorted.

"Get out of the car."

Jing Huaizhi held the car firmly behind the door of the main building, and ordered the man in the back row to be quiet for a long time with an expressionless face.

When Zhang Cheng got out of the car, his legs trembled like chaff.

Here, he's been here...

hall

Shang Jin was sitting dignified on the leather sofa quietly sipping tea.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhuli and Jing Huaizhi's figures, and his eyebrows and eyes were bent into crescent moons.

"Pear Huaizhi, I'm back."

"Why didn't Yuzu come with him?"

"Mrs. Jing."

Zhang Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, slowing down his tone.

Shang Jin's gaze followed his voice, fixed on him.

"What are you doing here?"

She makes no secret of mockery and sarcasm.

"I... I..."

His thin lips opened and closed, closed and opened.

I couldn't come up with a complete sentence.

"He wants to get it back."

Jing Huaizhi saw that he was spitting and spitting, and he didn't want to waste time, so he simply said it for him.

Bang!

The teacup and the marble table made a strong collision sound, and Shang Jin changed his gentle normalcy in the past.

"Don't think!"

She dropped only two words, and then stepped upstairs.

"Su Gui, do you want pomelo or your glory and wealth."

Jing Huaizhi looked at him with a smile.

Hearing the name that had been hidden for a long time, Zhang Cheng's body trembled.

He's not really Zhang Cheng.

The real Zhang Cheng had already died of illness, and Zhang Cheng asked him to see his father for him before leaving.

However, by mistake, he became the heir of the Ladbrokes Group.

Once a person has lived a prosperous life, he can no longer adapt to the life of poverty.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jing Huaizhi knew that his words had pierced his heart.

A few sneers patted him on the shoulder.

"Yuzu and Ladbrokes, you can only choose one."

"Without the title of Ladbrokes heir, what will you do to raise her, provide her with education, and live?"

His tone was light, but it pierced a man's heart like a needle.

Zhang Cheng tugged at the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly.

He had nothing to say.

"Ahhhh

With a few roars, he rushed out.

"Is he alright?"

Zhuli's eyes drifted a little further away with his figure.

"Leave him alone, let him think about it for himself."

Jing Huaizhi's ink-like eyes stared at her deeply.