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The most beautiful judicial candidate, who looks similar to the popular presidential candidate, is a topic that has often been ridiculed recently.

Chen Cailing is naturally very clear, but these two people have no intersection between the north and the south, so she has never considered that aspect.

"Yuewei, where did you get this news from?" Chen Cailing's heart hung in her heart, unable to believe this statement, "Is there any evidence?" ”

Where will Ning Yuewei have evidence? She just wanted to stir up Chen Cailing's suspicions, so she was just talking nonsense.

"Her face is the best evidence, aunt, you are too kind, Mu Zi wants to take this opportunity to get close to you, and then tie up with our family!" Ning Yuewei looked at Chen Cailing's face and said tentatively, "Do you think, she will sue you, you will definitely treat her well out of gratitude, and she looks very similar to her uncle, this back and forth, will you take advantage of her to recognize her as a goddaughter?" ……”

This is what Ning Yuewei minds the most.

When she was a child, her parents had accidents and lived with her grandparents since she was a child. Grandparents pity her for having no parents, but the idea of patriarchy is deep-rooted, and she will always favor her grandchildren more, so Ning Yuewei, a granddaughter, is not favored.

Later, grandpa's sister, that is, Ning Yuewei's aunt, had no children and grandchildren under her knees, and she was very lonely, and grandchildren were piled up on grandpa's side, so she chose Ning Yuewei to accompany her aunt.

Ning Yuewei lived in Situ's house at the age of eight and lived there for 12 years. During this period, my aunt mentioned to my uncle and aunt several times, asking them to recognize Ning Yuewei as her goddaughter, but they were all refused.

The reason: it is not necessary.

Ning Yuewei is not a child with an unknown background, even if she is recognized as a daughter, others still know that she is Situ Yan's niece, so there is no need.

What's more, whether she recognizes it or not, she is the most favored junior in the Situ family.

Ning Yuewei felt that they were cruel and gave her the life of the princess, but did not give her the name of the princess, so that she was always scared.

Chen Cailing listened to Ning Yuewei's words and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that there was no evidence.

"Yuewei, some reporters like to make up nonsense and create eye-catching news, but your uncle is not that kind of person, he has never even been to Qingjiang...... Moreover, there are many ways to thank people, why should we recognize her as a goddaughter? Yuewei, don't be cranky. ”

Although she was a little displeased, Chen Cailing still patiently explained to Ning Yuewei clearly, she felt that Ning Yuewei and Mu Zi had a contradiction, so she was prejudiced.

It is not uncommon for young girls to occasionally compete with each other.

Chen Cailing didn't take Ning Yuewei's words to heart, she quickly went out and went straight to the airport.

Ning Yuewei looked at her back, smiled coldly, picked up her mobile phone and made a call.

"Hello, is it Editor-in-Chief Liu? ……”

……

When she went to school on Monday, Mu Zi always felt as if there were many people watching her on the road.

Did all the students in the school read that news?

Suddenly red, Mu Zi didn't go to his heart, this kind of phenomenal fire usually doesn't last long, and after a few days, the heat goes down, and the public naturally forgets about it.

However, the feeling of being watched by others was really uncomfortable, and Mu Zi couldn't help but slander in her heart: Do these students think that they don't have enough homework, and they still care about paying attention to news hotspots?

When he was about to walk into the classroom, Mu Zi heard someone quickly handing over the words.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Hurry up, she's almost in the classroom!"

"Ready? Here she comes! ”

There was a sound of rustling inside, Mu Zi was confused, what was going on? Is it trying to play a prank or something?

She walked to the door of the classroom and saw that the students were all sitting neatly inside, as respectful as they were greeting the head teacher.

Then, a neat shout rang out—

"Cut, wrap, skin, whatever!"

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