Chapter 324: Throw away all those broken rings

Jiang Jiang checked You Tongjing's media company.

There are countless negative rumors.

Due to the influence of the You family, the media dared not expose it.

Considering the pain and humiliation inflicted on the original owner by the You family, Jiang Jiang will get them back one by one.

If you want revenge, you must first bring down the big tree of the You family.

Jiang Jiang needs evidence.

Tracking, monitoring.

The person Song Zhilan is most familiar with is You Tongjing, and Jiang Jiang got a lot of "good things" through You Tongjing.

One day, Xiao Qingcheng came back and said, "Mom, our class monitor has a birthday tomorrow and she has invited me. What kind of gift should I give her?"

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Jiang Jiang turned off the computer, turned on the phone, looked up and asked.

"Can I go by myself?" Xiao Qingcheng put down her schoolbag and spread her homework on the desk.

Start doing homework.

Jiang Jiang searched online to see what birthday gifts are popular nowadays.

I lowered my head and replied, "Sure, send me your location when the time comes, and I'll pick you up when you're done. But don't get too late, it's dangerous for little girls to be outside at night."

"it is good!"

"What hobbies does your squad leader have?"

Xiao Qingcheng thought for a while, "Does chasing stars count?"

"Anything else?" If she's a fan, giving her an autographed photo or ticket of her favorite star would be a good choice, but Jiang Jiang doesn't want to get involved in the entertainment industry.

“She is also the administrator of the basketball club.”

Jiang Jiang rummaged through his phone and spotted a doll co-branded with a basketball star. "Does Qingcheng have any ideas?"

"Our class monitor is very popular. She invited more than 20 classmates to celebrate her birthday. Chen Jiajia gave her a bracelet and Xiao Ruoxi gave her a watch." Xiao Qingcheng bent over the table and did her homework obediently.

Like a small glutinous rice dumpling.

Soft little bean buns.

Jiang Jiang's relaxation boosted Xiao Qingcheng's mood, and her gloom was dissipating little by little.

Cheerful and calm will be the new synonyms for Xiao Qingcheng.

"All of them?"

Xiao Qingcheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know. Among the people invited by the monitor, there are two or three families in financial difficulty. They may not send it."

The living room was quiet for two or three minutes.

"The choice has been made."

Jiang Jiang's voice sounded again.

Xiao Qingcheng raised her head and looked towards Jiang Jiang.

"Do you want to take a look?" Jiang Jiang called Xiao Qingcheng over.

Xiao Qingcheng came over like a chipmunk with puffy cheeks and saw the shopping cart with Jiang Jiang's order.

The same basketball as the tournament champion, plus a co-branded doll.

"Isn't it too monotonous?" Xiao Qingcheng muttered.

"The gift may be small but the thought is great." Jiang Jiang put away his phone and took Xiao Qingcheng out to buy the two things offline.

When she paid, Xiao Qingcheng realized how expensive it was.

It made her smack her lips.

Jiang Jiang put five comic convention tickets in it.

Put it in a glass box, put a string of lights inside, tie a beautiful bow, and it's done.

"Mom, why have I never seen you treat me so attentively? They all say that I am not your biological daughter."

"I know you've seen the adoption certificate," Jiang Jiang said after a pause, "There has always been a small box in your room, which contains the dowry I saved for you. How could I not be attentive to you?"

"Mom, do you want me to get married soon?"

"How should I put it," Jiang Jiang touched the ring on Xiao Qingcheng's neck and took it off. "The little girl longs for the palace of love. The dowry is the way out I prepared for Xiao Qingcheng. No matter whether you will get married in the end, it will be your backing and the bargaining chip in your hand to fight against the world."

Jiang Jiang threw the ring into the trash can.

I almost forgot that this piece of junk was still on Xiao Qingcheng's neck.