The little girl seemed to understand Zhang Ling's expression at this time.
Once again, he stretched out his hand and pulled the woman's sleeve, shaking it and saying, "Mom!"
This sound seemed to be admonishing his mother not to be stubborn.
Because little Ajia really can't live without her mother.
This time, the woman slowly squatted in front of the little girl, raised her hand to comb Ajia's messy hair, and showed endless reluctance on her face.
"Good boy! Mom is very good." After the woman said to the little girl, she turned to look at Zhang Ling and said, "The big sister you just met just wants to bully your mother and apologize to that smelly cleaner? Haha, it's really ridiculous! Child, remember
All women in this world except mothers are bad women. Don’t be naive anymore."
Because of the woman's words, the little girl looked at Zhang Ling with doubtful eyes and called "big sister".
Zhang Ling was extremely worried when she heard the girl's contradictory voice.
That woman was really cruel. Such an innocent and lovely little girl was once again corrupted by filthy thoughts.
The woman slowly stood up, straightened her back with a bit of pride, looked at Zhang Ling with contempt and a bit of pride, and said with a hint of provocation in her words:
"Ms., do you think I'm stupid? I can be fooled by a few words of yours. I bet you don't have the ability or the right to do this. After all, the person you are trying so hard to protect is
The smelly cleaning has nothing to do with you."
Zhang Ling smiled and looked at the cleaning lady beside her, but she didn't speak yet. After all, the cleaning lady had lived for most of her life, so she naturally understood the intention.
Zhang Ling said: "You may be right. As long as the cleaning lady wants to argue with you, as an enthusiastic citizen, I can still give my personal certificate."
The housekeeper excitedly took out her cell phone and looked at Zhang Ling and asked: "In order to get compensation, do you think I should call the police first or the emergency call first?"
compensation!
This reminded the woman of the 40,000 to 50,000 yuan mentioned by Zhang Ling.
If you really lose 40,000 to 50,000 yuan just to save face, and spend about a year in jail, it is really not worthwhile no matter how you think about it.
"No, no, cleaning lady, you were right before. If you have something to talk about, we can resolve it privately, so there is no need to trouble the police." The woman did not expect that the cleaning lady would actually call the police in person, and her attitude softened instantly.
When the little girl heard the woman's words, she breathed a sigh of relief like an adult, as if she was finally relieved by her unreliable mother.
"No rush, wait a minute." Zhang Ling saw that the woman's attitude finally changed and stopped the cleaning lady from making a phone call.
"Why?" The housekeeper may have been attracted by the unexpected fortune of 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, and was slightly dissatisfied with Zhang Ling's blocking behavior.
Zhang Ling did not answer the cleaning question for the time being. She looked at the woman and asked, "Have you figured it out and plan to apologize?"
However, under the stimulation of money, the cleaner glared at Zhang Ling with hostility, then turned to look at the woman fiercely and said: "She doesn't need to apologize, I have decided to call the police and go through judicial procedures."
Zhang Ling looked at the cleaning lady speechlessly. She didn't say a word for the moment, just watching the cleaning lady dial the phone.
When the woman saw Bao Jie's reaction, she felt extremely happy, as if she wanted to create a gap between Zhang Ling and Bao Jie.
After all, trust between strangers has always been very fragile. Especially when it comes to financial interests, it is even more fragile.
The woman said with a slightly proud tone: "Oh, I originally planned to apologize in public, but since you insist on calling the police, I have no choice but to call the police!"
"Are you really going to apologize in public?" Zhang Ling asked.
"Of course!" The woman squinted at the cleaner and continued, "It's just that the person involved has to call the police to deal with it. I have no choice but to go through the judicial process according to your wishes."
Zhang Ling looked at the little girl next to the woman and said, "How dare you promise in front of your daughter that you will honor your promise and apologize to the cleaning lady. Then I can make the decision and ask her to cancel the alarm."
The woman looked at the daughter next to her in shock for a while.
The little girl seemed to understand Zhang Ling's intentions. At this time, she looked at the woman and called "Mom."
The woman's soul seemed to be stirred by this sound, and she suddenly put on a kind smile and said: "Okay, okay, I can promise my daughter that as long as you don't call the police, I am willing to apologize to the cleaning lady in public."
"Mom!" the little girl shouted with a relieved smile.
Zhang Ling said with a smile: "Please remember your promise to your child! Don't worry, I will definitely let her cancel the alarm."
After she finished speaking, she walked towards the cleaning lady who was calling the police. She vaguely heard that the cleaning lady was unwilling to call the police because of the other party's excuse that it was a trivial matter, and was anxiously talking to Zhou Xuan.
moment.
Zhang Ling finally persuaded Baojie to accept the woman's apology in public and asked Baojie to promise in front of the woman that she would not care about the matter in the future.
Perhaps the little girl clearly felt that her mother loved her more than before. She felt that all these changes were due to Zhang Ling.
When leaving, he held Zhang Ling's neck and kissed her cheek.
Because of the little girl's kiss, she seemed to feel that the child was as close as her own daughter.
At the scene, because of the end of this incident, the onlookers seemed to have not seen the wonderful drama, and they left a little frustrated. It seemed that their previous righteous speeches also disappeared together with them.
Yan Yuan came over at this time, looked at Zhang Ling strangely and said, "I just saw that the cleaning lady insisted on calling the police, so let the police handle it. Why are you still struggling to get the cleaning lady to cancel the alarm and directly accept the woman's apology?"
?”
"The reason is that it is a trivial matter." Zhang Ling replied with a smile.
Yan Yuan still looked at Muzi in confusion and said, "Is it a trivial matter?"
Trying to be able to hear Muzi's precise explanation.
"Yes, it is indeed a small matter." Muzi looked at Zhang Ling and said with a smile.
Yan Yuan had been brooding over this incident for a long time, and would bother Zhang Ling to explain it whenever he remembered it.
Zhang Ling still said tirelessly: "That was originally a small matter."
However, Yan Yuan also asked in front of Zhang Ling: "Zhang Ling, we have been sisters for so long, and I still don't understand. The woman had already reached an agreement with the housekeeper and no longer pursued it. Everyone was happy with this.
It’s over. Why do you still bother to make that woman have to apologize to the cleaning lady?”
Zhang Ling did not answer the question immediately. She turned to look at Muzi and said, "Muzi, I think you will understand what I mean?"
Muzi nodded towards Zhang Ling, then looked at Yan Yuan and explained: "This world has spread too much mother-like humanitarianism to evil people, which has led to many kind-hearted people living a miserable and inhumane life. Zhang Ling
I just want people who have not done evil enough to recognize their evil deeds as soon as possible and stop doing evil again."
In other words, there are good people who have been bullied miserably by evil people, but there are still people who stand on the moral high ground and ask good people to continue to spread Mary-like humanitarianism to evil people.
Therefore, vulnerable groups like Baojie are used to being bullied by evil people, and they only know how to compromise when faced with evil deeds.
Yan Yuancai suddenly said: "Oh, now I finally understand why Zhang Ling is so special to the little girl named Ajia? The love is to use that woman's motherly love for her children to awaken the goodwill deep in that woman's heart."
Originally this was the third question Yan Yuan wanted to ask. She didn't ask it now, but she understood the answer to the third question from the answer to the second question.
While Muzi was talking to Yan Yuan, Zhang Ling picked up milk tea and kept drinking it. She felt as thirsty as she had been working on a big case for the company just a moment ago.
She felt it was time to ask about what happened in the conference room.
She put down the empty milk tea cup she had finished drinking, looked up at Muzi and said, "Muzi, should we now..."
Muzi seemed to have prepared an answer. Before Zhang Ling could finish speaking, he interrupted with a smile: "Which answer do you want to know?"
Zhang Ling said nothing and nodded slightly.
"It's very simple! The biggest reason why Tianxia Law Firm is famous is that they have extremely high professionalism. They will never eat two or more meals for personal gain. So even if you can make an appointment with them,
You won't get any valuable information from the table. What's more..."
When Muzi said this, he showed a meaningful smile and did not continue. It felt like the milk tea he got today was very delicious. Muzi was attracted by the milk tea, so he couldn't wait to finish the milk tea in his hand after he finished speaking.
Although Zhang Ling desperately wanted to know what Muzi said next, she knew that if someone didn't want to say something, even asking them would be of no use. Instead of embarrassing each other, it would be better not to ask at all.
Yan Yuan was naturally not as open-minded as Zhang Ling. He was appetized after hearing half of what he said, and he complained with great displeasure:
"I really don't understand you people with some culture. You always like to stop talking in the middle of a sentence. Do you let people guess the rest? It's boring! I won't guess. You like to talk or not."
Zhang Ling watched Yan Yuan pouting and pretending to be angry, holding the milk tea in the cup and sucking on the straw. She seemed to see the little girl Ajia who had just left sitting in front of her and smiled slightly.
Faced with Yan Yuan's complaints, Muzi just smiled lightly with a little aggrieved face.
Future day.
It was time for Li Xiang to meet the real Li Xiang again.
Muzi, still smiling as usual, took him to the study where he had seen the mysterious pill box in the trash can.
Li Xiang suddenly felt like he had forgotten something important.
He thought about it carefully for a while but couldn't remember anything.
Zhen Li Xiang seemed to be obsessed with calligraphy. He was still standing in front of the desk behind the screen, holding a brush in his hand and swiping ink on a piece of rice paper.
Just looking through the screen shows the style of everyone.
He said flatteringly that he wanted to look like a real Li Xiangmo.
Unexpectedly, Zhen Li Xiang happily agreed to his request and said that he would write a calligraphy for him after the formal discussion was over.
He could only continue to say two flattery words with gratitude.
As usual, Muzi placed the prepared tea on the rattan table under Zhen Li Xiang's instructions, turned around as if he had something important to deal with, and left the study temporarily.
After listening to Li Xiang's retelling and conjecture about Chen Jian seeing Li Xi, his reaction gave people the impression that he had already expected this. He did not stop the brush in his hand and continued to swipe ink on the rice paper.
Li Xiang didn't wait for Zhen Li Xiang's response for a long time. He had finished drinking the tea in his hand. He put down the cup and carefully asked again: "Mr. Li, if you don't have any other special instructions, then I'd better leave first without disturbing you."
You've practiced calligraphy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Muzi pushed open the door and walked in. On the plate in his hand was a glass of water and a small porcelain container with a few pills.
When Li Xiang saw the medicine in Muzi's plate, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something before. Then he wanted to check what the foreign letters on the medicine box he saw before meant.
He was thinking about starting to investigate once Li was really homesick.
Sudden.
"Wait a moment!" the real Li Xiang's voice sounded again, "Didn't I just promise to give you a piece of calligraphy? Muzi, you are here just in time. Come over and find someone to frame this piece of calligraphy before giving it to Li Xiang.
"
God, every time he Li Xiang comes here, he will be frightened by the real Li Xiang.
"Okay!" Muzi turned to Li Xiang and smiled and said, "Li Xiang, you are really lucky. I have been interested in Mr. Li's name for a long time, and I have begged him several times, but Mr. Li is not willing to give me one.
I didn’t expect that you would get one as soon as you opened your mouth today.”
Li Xiang thought to himself that this was a normal compensation for him who was often frightened.
Li Xiang was originally a little confused about the source of the real Li Xiang's voice. He vaguely felt that it was coming from the direction of Muzi, but he was disturbed by Muzi's words and did not delve into it further. He assumed that it might be caused by echo.
"Really? Thank you Mr. Li for your support." Li Xiang quickly said to Zhen Li behind the screen.
Zhen Li wanted to wave his hand at him, indicating that he didn't have to be so polite, but then looked at Mu Zi and said, "Guan Mu, you are so serious. As you said, I haven't written anything that satisfies me for the time being. I'm not even satisfied with it, so carelessly.
I gave it to you, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if someone knowledgeable looked at it.”
"Mr. Li, you are quibbling." Muzi came behind the screen with the medicine in his hand. He looked at the words on the table and said in surprise: "Oh my god, these words are elegant and free, and the writing is steady. It is so beautiful! Mr. Li, I see
You are just partial. After all, I asked for the word first, but you gave it to Li Xiang in advance."
Li Xiang felt a little sorry after listening to Mu Zi's words, and quickly said to Zhen Li: "Mr. Li, why don't you give this calligraphy today to Butler Mu? Next time, if you are free, Mr. Li can give me another one."
Not too late."
"No! You don't have to mind. Mu Guanjia just likes to talk exaggeratedly. Besides, the artistic conception of this calligraphy is more suitable for gifting." Zhen Li Xiang waved at Li Xiang and said, then looked at Muzi, "As for the words for Mu Guanjia
, I haven’t decided which words to send yet. Just wait and let me think about it again.”
Listening to what Zhen Li Xiang said, Li Xiang was somewhat expecting Zhen Li Xiang to send those few words, but the tone of his words vaguely felt a bit like flirting between lovers.
Li Xiang guessed that Li Xiang actually liked Muzi in his heart?
Yes, Muzi’s unique femininity is indeed hard to avoid attracting the attention of many single men.
What's more, if Zhen Li wants to get along with Muzi for a long time, it is difficult for him not to fall in love over time.
"Forget it, let me give this calligraphy to Li Xiang as you say. However, we have agreed that if you lie to me again next time, you should know the consequences." Muzi said with a hint of threat in his tone.
Li Xiang basically confirmed the fact that they were lovers from Muzi's tone.
He couldn't help but murmur in his heart, today's rich people really know how to play, and having a personal housekeeper in their home is obviously just for convenience.