Shu Ting's eyes fell on Mu Qing: "I asked you to leave before, but now in front of Master Jing..."
Nanfeng walked up to Shu Ting: "Pack your things and get out of Jing's house immediately."
Shu Ting's eyes widened: "Me?"
Is Special Assistant Nanfeng talking to her?
Nanfeng said with a serious face: "Didn't you hear clearly? Now, immediately."
Shu Ting reacted belatedly and was shocked: "Me? It's not me who arranged to clean the house. Why..."
Shu Ting was a little panicked and tried her best to fight for herself.
The Jing family's salary is three times that of the same industry. Where can I find such a good job?
"Master Jing, what have I done wrong? You have to kick me out."
Jing Yuan's thin lips parted slightly and the coldness hit him: "When did the servants of my Jing family become so poor? They are so poor that they can hardly wear any clothes."
Shu Ting's topless and backless dress is not suitable for cleaning at all, and the meaning is clear at a glance.
"I……"
Jing Yuan's eyes were indifferent, but there was a frightening chill in his eyes, sweeping over him with a sense of oppression.
"You come here to clean dressed like this? You just want to be kicked out."
"I... am not Mr. Jing. Listen to me. Please give me another chance. I won't dare to do it again!"
Jing Yuan ignored Shu Ting's wailing, and his deep voice was blatantly seductive.
"Qingqing, have you finished your homework? Show it to my brother for inspection."
Shu Ting was dragged away by the security personnel. Her crying and begging for mercy disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had happened.
Not long after, Mu Qing's cell phone rang.
Jing Yuan patted Mu Qing's head gently: "Don't be distracted."
It doesn't hurt at all, but feels lovingly pampered in it.
One hand stretched out to press the answer button and the speakerphone, and Shen Zetian's voice came from the mobile phone.
"You didn't go home after class and went out to fool around. Do you still think of me as your father?"
At this time in the Shen family, Shen Zetian came home after working overtime and saw Meng Jiao with an anxious look on her face, saying that Mu Qing hadn't come home since school, and she didn't answer the phone and she didn't know where she was.
Meng Jiao's voice sounded a little gloating.
"Since you are back to the Shen family, you must be conscious of being a member of the Shen family. You see Lili coming home right after school. Why are you so ignorant?"
Shen Zetian was tired enough from going to work, and he had to worry about this little ancestor, so he couldn't help but get angry.
"I didn't expect you to be like Lili. At least you should be obedient and sensible. After all, you are my daughter, Shen Zetian."
If it weren't for the slight relationship between Mu Qing and the Jing family, Shen Mengli would not have fallen into the Jing family's eyes.
Shen Zetian would rather Mu Qing lived in Yuncun, where he could just pay some money every month, and there would be no need to come to the Shen family to bother him.
When Shen Zetian said that Mu Qing was his daughter after all, Meng Jiao's eyes darkened.
She knew that the most important thing to Shen Zetian was the Shen family.
As long as Mu Qing is still useful, she will still be Shen Zetian's daughter.
Meng Jiao should not have been so merciful in the first place and should have strangled her in the cradle.
However, if she could drive her out of the Shen family once, there would be a second time.
"Speak, are you mute?" Shen Zetian was furious.
Jing Yuan's voice sounded cold and faint: "She is doing her homework now. If you have anything else to say, I will tell you all."
The phone was still on a call, but there was suddenly no sound on the other end.
Half a minute later, Shen Zetian's tentative voice came out: "Jing...Jingye?"
"Yeah." Jing Yuan's face was deep.
Shen Zetian's attitude changed 18 degrees: "I thought Mu Mu was in danger, so my tone was a little harsh, please don't mind, Mr. Jing."
There was something in Meng Jiao's words: "It turns out that Mu Mu was with Master Jing, and she didn't say a word to her family. We thought she had brought some bad practices from Yuncun to Haishi."
Shen Zetian said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Meng Jiao was unwilling to be scolded. Did she say something wrong?
A little beggar from Yuncun, who knows how she lived to be so old.
"After I finish my homework, I will arrange for someone to take Qingqing back, so I won't bother a distant relative."
Shen Zetian chuckled: "It's okay if you don't come back."
One is a wanderer who has been wandering for eighteen years, and the other is a little princess who is pampered by his side. Shen Zetian knows at a glance who is more valuable.
Shen Zetian also wanted the Jing family to like Shen Mengli, but the Jing family valued the blood of the Mu family.
Even though she, Mu Qing, is a beggar in Yun Village, she is also the eldest daughter of the Mu family in the imperial capital.
In this case, using Mu Qing to trap Jing Yuan would be the same to Shen Zetian.
Meng Jiao's alarm bells rang loudly in her heart.
He originally wanted to use this phone call to intensify the relationship between Shen Zetian and Mu Qing, but it ended up making Shen Zetian pay more attention to Mu Qing.
Mu Qing just had contact with Jing Yuan, and Shen Zetian changed his attitude. If Mu Qing really had something to do with Jing Yuan... Shen Zetian's attention to Mu Qing would not be just the same as now.
Meng Jiao clenched her fists, unable to let Mu Qing continue to act recklessly.
Otherwise, everything she finally had would be ruined.
After returning to Shen's house, Mu Qing clicked on the Dark Eagle app.
Mu Qing clicked on a picture sent by Goshawk, which showed a chat history dialog box between He Na and a man.
[Lao Huang said if you have any work, come to me. 】
【Help me deal with a woman.】
【who.】
[Mu Qing from Tianyi Middle School.]
【A high school student? What do you want me to do?】
[As long as you ruin her reputation, I will give you 200,000 yuan. As a token of sincerity, a deposit of 100,000 yuan will be deposited into your account.]
It seems that the bad rice incident did not make He Na long-term memory.
Mu Qing's eyes squinted and she put her phone back into her pocket carelessly. There were so many little mice.