Zhuli rolled her eyes and raised her slender eyebrows.
"Mr. Zhang, I don't understand what you said. What do you mean by keeping a child?"
The corners of her mouth turned downward slightly, and her eyebrows flickered a few times.
Jing Yuhe in the living room naturally saw the scene outside, and she was hesitating whether to go out.
Zhang Cheng tensed his jawline, his eyes cold and stern.
"Stop talking so much nonsense and ask Jing Huaizhi to come out!"
"Sir is not at home. If you have something urgent, I can tell you on your behalf."
Butler Li on his side crossed his hands in front of him and expressed his willingness to help with a smile.
"roll!"
"It's not your turn to interrupt here."
Zhang Cheng waved his hand angrily.
Zhuli held Butler Li's arm and said in a gentle tone: "Butler Li, let's go back first and leave him alone."
The pent-up anger in the heart of the man behind him burned again.
His eyebrows were twisted into knots: "Hey! Who allowed you to leave!"
But no matter how he shouted this time, the closed door never opened again.
Zhuli returned to the bedroom and turned on the computer to do PPT. No one paid attention to the episode outside.
The sky is getting blurry, replaced by a darker gray.
"You... let me come out..."
Outside the door, Zhang Cheng was still shouting unwillingly.
After just shouting all afternoon, he had no strength left.
Exhausted, he sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning his head on the iron railing.
Suddenly, the black iron fence slowly moved to both sides.
The door opened.
The black Bentley drove in at a steady speed and finally stopped steadily in front of the main gate of the villa.
A little girl got out of the rear driver's seat with a schoolbag on her back. She had a ponytail and her two big eyes looked at the man sitting outside the door in confusion.
"Dad, does that uncle have no money to eat?"
Jing Youyou's well-proportioned hands pulled down her school bag, as if she was about to take something out of it.
Jing Huaizhi's eyes swept over without leaving any trace, and then he raised his eyebrows slightly.
"He deserves it for not having money to eat. Let's go home."
After saying that, he took Jing Youyou's schoolbag with one hand and led her into the house with his right hand.
At this time, Zhang Cheng leaned slightly towards the direction where they were.
Suddenly, as if he had discovered a new continent, he ran to her with long strides.
His narrow eyes were filled with countless emotions.
Then he half-knelt in front of her, his hand suspended in mid-air for a long time, not daring to touch this bright pearl.
"Have you grown so big?"
The man's throat was a little dry, and he opened his arms with a smile: "Can I hug you?"
Jing Youyou looked at the strange uncle in front of her with doubtful eyes.
After that, he raised his head and looked at Jing Huaizhi: "Dad, who is this weird uncle?"
I am your father!
There were countless tears in his eyes, but he didn't have the courage to say these words.
squeak
The door to the drawing room opened.
The thinly dressed woman walked out rubbing her hands.
"Youyou, mom has been watching you upstairs for a long time."
"Why don't you come into the house?"
Zhuli took Jing Youyou's hand and winked at Jing Huaizhi.
Jing Youyou didn't know how to answer, so she showed her teeth to Zhuli.
"You know everything?"
After Jing Youyou and Zhuli left, Jing Huaizhi spoke.
Zhang Cheng looked like a villain who had succeeded. He took a few steps closer but still had to look up at him.
"My request is simple, I want to take back her custody."
He sneered lightly, not giving in at all.
Jing Huaizhi couldn't stand his boasting, and he was full of ridicule.
"What are you taking?"
Zhang Cheng was speechless by his rebuke.
squeak
The door to the living room was opened again.
The woman had a camel coat hanging on her arm and said in a coquettish tone: "Hubby, it's time to eat."
He raised his eyebrows and the corners of his lips deepened: "I know, wife."
Zhuli conveniently put the clothes on the man's shoulders, raised his eyes to look at Zhang Cheng, who was still looking angry, and couldn't help joking:
"Mr. Zhang, haven't you left yet?"
"After waiting for so long, Mr. Zhang must be hungry too, why not..."
She chuckled knowingly: "Why don't you go back to eat early, it's very cold outside."
"Ladbrokes Group has to count on you."
Zhang Cheng's face was gray, with displeasure written all over his face.
"You are such a vicious woman, I don't believe you will really be nice to her!"
He was willing to be defeated in the quarrel, but he was unwilling to give in. He was so angry that he stamped his feet on the spot.
"Follow me somewhere."
Jing Huaizhi was silent for a long time, looking at him with a serious expression.
His lowered eyes were affectionate, "Honey, please come with me."
Jing's old house
As his sharp eyes moved through the increasingly familiar environment, the expression of the person sitting in the back row was a little distorted.
"get off."
After Jing Huaizhi stabilized the car at the door of the main building, he expressionlessly ordered the man in the back seat to be quiet for a long time.
When Zhang Cheng got out of the car, his legs were shaking like chaff.
Here he has been...
hall
Shang Jin was sitting demurely on the leather sofa, quietly sipping tea.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhuli and Jing Huaizhi, their eyebrows curved into crescent moons.
"Lizi Huaizhi is back."
"Why didn't Youyou come with you?"
"Mrs. Jing."
Zhang Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, slowing down his tone.
Shang Jin's eyes followed his voice and settled on him.
"What are you here for?"
She made no secret of mockery and sarcasm.
"me..."
His thin lips opened and closed, closed and opened again.
I couldn't form a complete sentence.
"He wants Youyou back."
Seeing him hesitating, Jing Huaizhi didn't want to waste time, so he simply spoke up for him.
boom!
The tea cup and the marble tabletop made a strong collision sound, and Shang Jin changed from his usual gentle nature.
"Don't even think about it!"
She only dropped two words and then walked upstairs.
"Su Gui, you decide whether you want Youyou or your glory and wealth."
Jing Huaizhi looked at him with a half-smile.
Zhang Cheng trembled when he heard the name that had been hidden for a long time.
He is not the real Zhang Cheng.
The real Zhang Cheng had died of illness long ago. Before Zhang Cheng left, he asked him to go see his father for him.
However, by mistake, he became the heir to the Ladbrokes Group.
Once a person lives a life of wealth, he can no longer adapt to a life of poverty.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Jing Huaizhi knew that his words had touched his heart.
He sneered and patted his shoulder.
"You can only choose one between Youyou and Ladbrokes."
"Without the title of Ladbrokes heir, how can you raise her, provide for her education, and provide for her life?"
His tone was light, but it stung the man's heart like a needle.
Zhang Cheng twitched the corners of his lips as if he were mocking himself.
He had nothing to say.
"Ahhhhh!"
After roaring a few times, he rushed out.
"Is he okay?"
Zhuli's eyes followed his figure and drifted away a little.
"Don't worry about him, let him think about it."
Jing Huaizhi's ink-like eyes stared deeply at her.
