Chapter 1295: True and false daughter (13)

He Shan didn't dare to talk to Chu Zheng, always feeling that nothing was right.
After eating, He Shan didn't dare to pull Chu Zheng again, and the two went home separately.
"Oh, Yan girl is out of school?"
"Why come back so late today?"
Chuzheng is now a celebrity, and many people greeted her along the way.
Chuzheng responded coldly and indifferently, not warm, but polite.
After getting rid of the group of people, Chu Zheng finally went upstairs, and he was about to reach her floor when he heard the voice of Father Yan.
Then something hit the ground.
Chu Zheng frowned slightly, took a long leg, and walked the last steps in a few steps.
"Old immortal!"
When Chu Zheng went up, he saw Wu Qiang using his feet to kick the father Yan on the ground.
"Wu Qiang." Chuzheng didn't move, but called him neither slightly nor seriously.
Wu Qiang's feet were about to kick down, and he suddenly stopped when he heard Chu Zheng's voice.
He turned his head stiffly, and saw the girl standing on the stairs, her expression changing extremely quickly.
Wu Qiang's injury was not healed, so he came out to breathe.
When I met Father Yan who had just gone home, thinking of the loss he had suffered from Chuzheng, his anger rose, and he couldn't help venting his anger with Father Yan.
Who knows that Chuzheng will come back before the anger comes out.
Wu Qiang is a bit embarrassed now.
"I didn't kick it, he fell by himself!" Wu Qiang pointed at Father Yan.
Chuzheng didn't say a word, and stuck in his pocket.
The girl's expressionless expression is really oozing, especially those eyes, which always feels as if they are covered with ice and frozen.
Wu Qiang couldn't help but step back.
When Wu Qiang was considering whether to run, Chuzheng raised his leg without warning and kicked Wu Qiang's stomach.
Wu Qiang hit the carton behind with a ‘bang’ and fell down.
Chuzheng looked at him condescendingly, his words like ice: "You fell by yourself."
Wu Qiang clutched his abdomen and dared not say anything.
"Aren't you rolling? Do you want to fall again?" This kind of person is really less troublesome to do, tusk.
The coldness in Chuzheng's eyes spread, but fortunately she was suppressed.
Wu Qiang swallowed and dared not wait any longer, he got up and ran.
Chu Zheng turned back and reached out to help Yan father.
"It's okay... It's okay, I'm okay..." Father Yan avoided Chu Zheng's hand: "I am dirty, don't touch it, I'll get up by myself..."
Chuzheng was in a bad mood, and his whole body was cold, and it was even worse when he was avoided by Yan's father.
She grabbed Yan Fu's arm directly and helped him up.
Father Yan couldn't earn Chuzheng's strength, and he was worried when he was lifted up: "Girl, my body is dirty, let go..."
Chu Zheng didn't say a word, he lowered his eyebrows to pick up things on the ground, holding it with one hand and Fu Yan with the other: "Go back."
Father Yan looked at Chu Zheng's cold and innocent profile, his eyes were a little warm, and his heart was warm.
He nodded heavily: "Hey."
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Chuzheng's room has almost been completely renovated, and even the ground is covered with soft carpets... Although Chuzheng thinks that the is simply crazy, what kind of carpets should be laid in this weather.
Chuzheng unfolded the folding desk and took out the review from the bag to continue writing.
Wang Zhehao feels that Chuzheng is very contradictory, and a big man like her should be very arrogant not to write about such things.
Then the conflict came together, and it used money to buy the school.
But she is writing a review so seriously now, how to let it play?
As a serious prodigal system, there is no use, this is a shame.
"Knock..."
Yan Mu came and knocked on the door, and Chu Zheng pushed aside the table to open the door.
"Nanny, I cooked some sugar water, would you drink some?" Yan Mu asked carefully, holding a bowl of sugar water.
"Thank you."
Chu Zheng took the sugar water naturally, and didn't mean to dislike it.
Yan Mu's originally worried heart fell: "Hey, it's all right, then you continue to do your homework."
Chuzheng’s room is usually not locked, and they can all see the changes in this room, which seems to be all money...
But they dare not ask.
This daughter...hey, it's completely different from the previous one.
Yan Mu turned and left, Chuzheng returned to the room and continued to struggle with review.
Time passed by, and it was almost early in the morning without knowing it.
Chuzheng didn't want to write anymore, pushed the table and went to sleep.
The next day, Chuzheng finished breakfast and went to school.
She got up a little early, when there was no one outside.
Chu Zheng crossed various obstacles and walked to the stairs. Suddenly a person flew down upstairs. He jumped down directly on the stairs.
If it weren't for Chuzheng's flashing fast, he almost hit him.
The person disappeared after a few strokes. Chu Zheng only heard the sound of going downstairs, but he disappeared quickly.
Chuzheng carried her schoolbag and continued to walk down. Just when she was about to go downstairs, she suddenly raised her head and looked upstairs.
A boy stood on the stairs at some point. He was dressed in black and stood there quietly, like a ghost.
The boy wore a peaked cap and pressed it a little low. When Zheng looked at first, he turned his head and turned upstairs.
Chu Zheng only saw his profile face, which was very beautiful.
Chuzheng stared at his back, until he couldn't see, he walked downstairs thoughtfully.
Standing downstairs, she tapped her fingertips on the schoolbag, then looked back at the building.
Think too much.
Chuzheng thought so, flicked his schoolbag on him, and went to school slowly.
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Some alley.
The man scurried across several alleys, looked around, and opened a door to enter one of the residents.
The curtains of the entire room were drawn, without a trace of light.
A voice came from the direction of the sofa: "I'm back."
The man who came in took a breath: "I didn't find something, that kid was so good that he almost caught him."
Had it not been for someone below, he probably wouldn't be here right now.
There was a ‘click’ on the sofa, the flame of the lighter lit up, and the person sitting on the sofa lit the cigarette.
"You have been found, don't talk to him first, then think of a way."
"...Hmm." The man didn't force it, he had a face-to-face meeting with the kid, and then he would die.
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Chu Zheng didn't expect to see Mrs. Du after school.
She was sitting in the dilapidated room, with unsuitability and disgust written on her face, holding her precious bag, as if putting it down would defile her.
Chu Zheng walked in without any expression. Mrs. Du saw her, and she didn't say anything when she thought of Chu Zheng shaking her face yesterday.
Mrs. Du looked at the cautious mother Yan who was standing aside.
"I've made it clear. This is a small matter. There is no need to make trouble. Chuzheng was also raised by me. Anyway, is this kind of nurturing?"
"Yes Yes……"
Yan Mu is not good at words and can only agree with her.
He felt wrong, and immediately said: "We can't do this, so let's just listen to it."
Yan Mu turned her gaze to Chu Zheng.
Mrs. Du didn't think so, her tone couldn't help raising her voice: "You are her mother, why can't you be the master?"