The whole thing is not clear who is right and who is wrong.

From Chu Huihua's point of view, she has always been in a vulnerable position. The husband of the first marriage treats her as a fertility machine, and the husband of the second marriage is guarding her, for fear that she will take the family's money to subsidize her family. daughter.

And don't hold herself accountable, because she has already tasted the bitter fruit.

Having experienced a failed marriage, the attitude of her second marriage husband made Chu Huihua walk on thin ice.

Her feelings for Zhao Wanxue were complicated, because of this child, she had to marry Zhao Shan, and then she had a miserable life.

But if she really has no feelings for this child at all, how is that possible.

Just loving the child takes capital, but apparently, she doesn't.

She is a normal person, and like everyone else, in the face of difficulties, she subconsciously chose to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

So she never appeared in front of Zhao Wanxue.

She is pitiful and hateful.

It is also true that she abandoned Zhao Wanxue.

But that's all, after all, she was never the culprit behind the tragedy of Zhao Wanxue's past life.

In other words, she is not a victim.

But from Zhao Wanxue's point of view, we don't talk about fate or the cycle of cause and effect. The indifference of the biological father, the abandonment of the biological mother, the calculations of the aunt's family, the cruelty of the stepmother... are the culprits that caused her miserable fate in her previous life. What did she do wrong?

There was nothing wrong with her feeling that she had done nothing wrong.

She had seen with her own eyes how Chu Huihua was obedient to her predecessor, which magnified the hatred in her heart.

In the matter of his predecessor's accidental murder, regardless of whether his actions were justifiable defense or excessive defense, after all, the boundaries between the two were blurred, and it was not necessary to talk about whether Zhao Wanxue's behavior was cruel or not.

First of all, it wasn't that she begged Chu Huihua to come to the door, so that her predecessor missed the opportunity to save the two children and go straight to the sky.

Secondly, it is not the prison where she shot her predecessor, although the scumbag designed all this to please her. But by the time the scumbag sent the court's verdict to her as if offering a treasure, she had lost the chance to stand by.

In the end, in any case, her predecessor was her own younger brother, which is true, but we cannot force a person who has been scarred by previous life experiences and reborn with ill will to become a Bodhisattva-hearted Virgin Mary.

It can only be said that fate fools people.

The predecessor clearly knew this, so the request was only to be filial to Chu Huihua and Jiang Hongxian, and to stand out.

Meng Zezhi asked the system, "Then what should Zhao Wanxue do?"

It's also true that she shouldn't have been reborn in the first place.

At this time, Zhao Wanxue should have just graduated from college. He has already developed a live webcast app with the scumbag and several partners, and is preparing to build a company.

The system replied: "For things other than the task, the host can leave it alone."

"Understood." Meng Zezhi sighed.

Just really stay out of it?

The next day, a high school started.

Chu Huihua deliberately took a day off to report to school with Meng Zezhi.

After paying tuition and room and board, Chu Huihua led him to lunch outside the school again, and then took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him: "This is your pocket money this week, spend it as you need it, and spend it as you need it. Just use it, don't give up."

"Yeah." Meng Ze knew.

The Jiang family lived in an urban village not far from Yigao. Jiang Hongxian and Chu Huihua were always very busy. When they could not take care of their predecessors, they simply let their predecessors eat in the cafeteria and go home to sleep at night.

On the bright side, Chu Huihua told Jiang Hongxian that he gave his predecessor 30 yuan of pocket money every week, but in fact this number was never lower than 50 yuan.

The extra part was the private money that Chu Huihua finally saved, and she made up all the guilt towards Zhao Wanxue on her predecessor.

She works in the supermarket, mainly in charge of dairy products. Although the salary is not high, less than 2,000 yuan a month, it is slightly easier than other jobs in the supermarket. When the supermarket usually does activities, some departments will ask some temporary promoters to help, about 50 yuan a day, these places are often digested internally. It is through these part-time jobs that Chu Huihua has the money to subsidize his predecessor.

"Then I'll go back, you study hard."

"Ok."

As soon as Chu Huihua left, the five Wang Zhibin, who were hiding behind them, came up to meet them, and each of them were gearing up for each other: "Brother Jiang, where are we going to play in a while?"

Meng Zezhi took the cigarette handed by Wang Zhibin, lit it with his hand, and took a deep breath.

Cigarettes are soft white sand for six yuan a pack, and the price is close to the people. It is within the financial capacity of the student party, and the taste is the same.

Meng Zezhi bit the cigarette butt: "Go to the Internet cafe and play games."

"good."

Meng Zezhi opened his mouth, and everyone naturally agreed, and the group immediately went to the Internet cafe in a mighty manner.

When we got there, the spacious hall was already full of people, and many people were walking back and forth in the aisle, waiting for others to get off the plane.

Wang Zhibin skillfully greeted the network administrator, "Brother Zhao, have you reserved a machine for us?"

"I'll keep it, I've reserved a box for you." The middle-aged man called Brother Zhao took out five cards and handed them to Wang Zhibin.

They are regulars at this Internet cafe, and they have long been familiar with the network administrators.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao."

Follow the memory of the predecessor to open the computer, enter the account number and password.

"You guys are in the dark, I have to go out later."

"Okay." Wang Zhibin and others skillfully clicked on the League of Legends icon on the desktop.

After four in a row, Meng Zezhi successfully lowered the rank of the account left by his predecessor from diamond to platinum.

Meng Zezhi, who never thought that he would be a gamer, was stunned, then got up and left the Internet cafe.

The middle-aged man sat slumped under the old tree, all decadent, and he kept saying: "300,000... Old Wang, didn't he always transfer money to me before, why did he give me the cash directly this time? Well... why did it suddenly start to rain, otherwise I wouldn't be able to dig into the alley..."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from his ear: "Boss, I want six cups of double skin milk."

"good."

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man subconsciously turned his head to look over, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

He hurriedly ran over, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and said incoherently: "I...you...why did you tell me to go home that day, don't run into the alley..."

Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows and said casually, "Is there such a thing?"

"Ah?" The middle-aged man choked in his throat and widened his eyes.

"Twenty-four in total." The owner of the milk tea shop took out the double skin milk from the freezer, packed it in a bag and handed it to him.

Meng Zezhi took out the hundred yuan that Chu Huihua gave him from the bag and handed it to the boss.

"No..." The middle-aged man came back to his senses: "Yesterday, weren't you the one who chatted with me here yesterday? Yes, I remember that you have a mole on your left ear..."

"Looking for you seventy-six."

Meng Zezhi took the money from the boss and counted it for himself, ignoring him at all.

One for fifty, two for ten, one for five, one for one, yes.

"Little brother, little brother, I beg you to be accurate, that 300,000 is my life-saving money." The middle-aged man was about to cry in a hurry.

Meng Zezhi glanced at him, unfolded the money, and counted it again.

The middle-aged man looked at him, then at the money in his hand, and instantly understood.

He hurriedly took out his wallet from his pocket, opened it, and found that there were only a few loose banknotes in it. He quickly said, "Wait, I'll be right back."

With that said, he turned and rushed towards the bank not far away.

When he came back, he had an extra stack of money and two cigarettes in his hand—probably he smelled the smell of cigarettes on Meng Zezhi's body and bought them on purpose.

Meng Zezhi likes to deal with smart people.

This is really not his pretentious attitude, who said that his predecessor was such a character. The most important thing is that this body is too young. If you want to establish prestige in a short period of time, you have to be tough.

Who told the predecessor that the task released by the predecessor has this item of standing out? After thinking about it, he can only be a magic stick and not collapse the predecessor of the school scumbag.

"Take people's money, and help people to eliminate disasters, is the rule of our industry, I hope you can understand." Meng Zezhi flipped the money in his hand, and there was always three thousand yuan.

"Yes, yes," the middle-aged man dared to complain, after so many years in the society, how could he not understand the truth that one should have the attitude of asking for help: "It's just that I have this money now, little brother. Don't despise it."

"Enough." Meng Zezhi put the money in his pocket.

He didn't lose the money he received. After all, he also reminded the middle-aged man in advance, didn't he?

"Then what do you think about me?" the middle-aged man said anxiously.

"How old are you this year?" Meng Zezhi glanced at his face.

"Forty-two." The middle-aged man didn't understand why Meng Zezhi asked this, but he answered honestly.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi said while pinching his fingers, "Go along the national road and leave the fourth village in the county seat. There is a two-story building halfway up the mountain. The things you lost are there."

"It's that simple?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

"Or else." Meng Zezhi urged: "Remember to bring some people over there, that person is a habitual offender."

The middle-aged man responded: "Okay."

He didn't dare not to listen to Meng Zezhi's words. He lost the money yesterday because he didn't take the other party's words to heart.

He was not afraid that Meng Zezhi was lying to him. He was a project engineer, and the most important thing in his hand was connections. He had thousands of ways to make Meng Zezhi pay the price.