Jing Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Shi Ling proudly, and shouted aggrievedly: "Grandpa, did you hear that? Shi Ling is just talking nonsense!"
The lamp-lighting master handed the newly lit eternal lantern to Shi Ling, "Donor Shi Ling, please take it, don't let it be knocked down by donor Jing Huanhuan again. It is unlucky for the eternal lantern to be broken, and it will damage the blessings of donor Jingyi in the next life." "
Shi Ling: "Thank you, little master."
The smile on Jing Huanhuan's lips froze instantly.
Dead monk!Why add fuel to the fire?
But she had no intention of arguing with the lamp-lighting master at the moment. Instead, she looked at Shi Ling's cell phone worriedly and said in a panic: "Grandpa, please listen to my explanation. I didn't mean it."
Mr. Jing over there was silent for a long time, and then he said with all the vicissitudes of life: "Shi Ling, give her your phone."
Shi Ling held her phone tightly, "No, I'm afraid she'll get angry and throw my phone away. Let's do this, I'll put it on speakerphone."
Jing Lao fell silent again and reflected on himself whether he had not given Shi Ling enough material care. Otherwise, why would she care so much about a mobile phone that cost less than 1 yuan.
He gave Shi Ling a bank card and gave her hundreds of thousands of pocket money every week. It was exactly the same as Jing Huanhuan's previous treatment, but Shi Ling never used that card.
"it is good."
After turning on the speakerphone, the entire Zen room could hear Jing Lao's vicissitudes of life and cold voice.
"Don't call me grandpa. Jing Huanhuan, no, it should be Bo Huanhuan. No one can be ruthless. I originally wanted to leave you some room, but you always lied. You have repeatedly asked me to beg for mercy and put on a show. Yiyi, do you think I really don’t know?”
Jing Huanhuan was stunned.
It turned out that her grandpa saw all the cleverness she thought she had.
"If you can pretend better and don't break the ever-burning lantern that Shi Ling enshrines to Yiyi, maybe I will still remember some of the love between ancestors and grandchildren. Even if I don't let you return to the Jing family, I won't ignore you."
Jing Lao knew that Shi Ling was not an ordinary person, and felt that the everlasting lantern she personally worshiped was definitely not comparable to what Jing Huanhuan worshiped hoped that his daughter could be prayed for and protected there.
Jing Huanhuan said hurriedly: "Grandpa, I am sincere. I have always only recognized this mother. I had no idea what Bo Liang and the mistress did before."
However, Mr. Jing sneered, "Then how did the jewelry among your mother's belongings fall into the hands of that mistress?"
Jing Huanhuan's heart skipped a beat, and when she was about to explain, she was coldly interrupted by Mr. Jing: "Don't say it was given to her by your father. All the jewelry in Yiyi's relics are in your hands, and Bo Liang can't touch them. Don’t dare to move.”
Shi Ling, who was holding the mobile phone, had his eyes widened: Oh are even melons.
Jing Lao's voice was full of anger and sadness, "You said you didn't know the existence of that mistress and didn't know your true identity before. You're basically lying!"
If Jing Huanhuan really didn't know about her life experience, or came to confess to Bo Liang after learning about his plan, he might not have kicked her out of the house, but she knew it and still pretended to be confused!Helping the tyrants to do evil, intending to help Bo Liang seize the family property!
Jing Huanhuan was so yelled at by Mr. Jing that her heart trembled. She spoke incoherently and cried: "Grandpa, I was forced to do this. Yes, it was that woman. She threatened me and said that if I didn't give her any benefits, She's going to tell you my identity. I don't want to leave you, and I don't dare to tell you. I'm afraid you'll hate me, grandpa..."