This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 103 Inheritance
Shu Lin knocked on the door: "Jiu Che, your father is back, he is in the study, he has something to do with you!"

Gong Jiuche's eyes darkened slightly, and his face darkened a lot.

When he opened the door, Shu Lin looked worried, and she asked, "Your grandpa told you to go back today, did you agree?"

Gong Jiuche turned his gaze to the study room, and said in a cold voice, "He agreed, it doesn't matter whether I agree or not!"

Shu Lin lowered her head and sighed.

Gong Jiuche walked towards the study, Shu Lin warned: "Jiu Che, you must not quarrel with your father!"

study.

Gong Jianhao looked serious, and asked directly: "What your grandfather told you, did you agree?"

Gong Jiuche sneered, staring at Gong Jianhao with both eyes: "Isn't the result the same if you agree or disagree? You have already agreed to the old man, why bother to ask?"

Gong Jianhao was slightly angry: "I'm not doing it for your own good!"

Gong Jiuche raised his chin, his eyes were cold: "I don't care about the heirs of the Gong family!"

Gong Jianhao's face was gloomy, and his voice was also cold: "You are not rare, but you are from the Gong family! You are my son, Gong Jianhao!"

Gong Jiuche's gloomy cold eyes were bloodshot: "Just tell me what kind of property you want!"

Gong Jianhao's pupils constricted, and he said fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about?" He tugged at the skirt of his shirt: "I have left the Gong family since I was 25 to start my own business, do you think I am someone who wants to acquire some kind of property?"

Gong Jiuche sneered: "Isn't it? Since you don't want the property of the Gong family, why did you agree when the old man chooses a candidate for succession?"

His pupils constricted: "You can reject it intuitively, saying that your son—Gong Jiuche! He doesn't want to be a candidate for succession!"

Gong Jiu Cheying frowned: "However, you took the initiative to help the old man call Gong Liuying, Gong Zhuo, Gong Xiucan, Gong Bingyi, and Gong Molin back from all over the world! You want us to fight for the heirs! Cannibalism?"

Mr. Gong wants to choose an heir from among his grandsons!But he didn't know who to choose. Gong Jianhao helped the old man to make an idea, and called all the nephews from all over the country. After a month, they will move into the villa designated by the old man, live together, live together, and go to school together. ...

Finally, through a one-year inspection, choose an heir from among them!After becoming the heir, he will go to England to study for ten years and marry?—Grace?.

Mr. Gong and Grace's parents have cooperated in business for decades. Grace was trained in the name of the fiancee of the heir of the Gong family since she was a child, and was later sent to study in the UK.

Zhang Qingrou's home.

Zhang Qingrou was playing a game, when she heard movement outside the door, she ran out angrily, and said directly: "Why do you want to set up a stall at the school gate?"

Cui Cuizi was carrying things on the car, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Zhang Qingrou's tone was cold and firm: "How many times have I told you not to set up a stall at the school gate? You don't despise embarrassment, but I also despise embarrassment! How can I go to school if my classmates know about it?"

Cui Cuizi wiped off her sweat, and rolled up her sleeves: "You lose money! Shame? How shameful? I went to set up a stall in front of your school, because I want to earn more money for your tuition?"

Zhang Qingrou frowned, and said irritably: "Don't scold me for losing money, are you annoying?"

Father Zhang came back, and he heard their mother and daughter quarreling outside the yard. He took the pork in his hand to the kitchen, washed his hands and face, sat at the door, and lit a cigarette.

Cui Cuizi wiped her hands on her body, then said at the top of her throat, "Aren't you a money loser? I raised you so much, you think I'm ashamed, you don't even recognize your mother, call me aunt?"

Zhang Qingrou bit her lip, and then asked: "Did you tell them that you are my mother?"

Cui Cuizi's chapped lips trembled, and she felt a chill in her heart. She sneered a few times, and continued to move things and ignored Zhang Qingrou.

Zhang Qingrou pursed her lips: "You probably didn't say anything, did you?"

Cui Cuizi continued to carry things, because it was heavy after all, and he was too tired to grit his teeth. His body was greasy and smelled like stinky tofu.

Zhang Qingrou covered her nose, and said: "I'm hungry, hurry up and cook." After she finished speaking, she ran back to the room and closed the door heavily.

　PS: Those who say that I imitated the article "Growing Up in Youth", you really have a way of slandering people, if you don't read my article seriously, don't be blind BB, I said you plagiarized the exam, what do you think?
　　
　
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