Chapter 753

Little Pickled Cabbage was worried for him, and when he was about to speak, Mi Rongxing said, "I can learn from Ba Ge and Pickled Cabbage, bring the kids back, and let them all be my mother's children."

Gu Jincheng's eyes froze, seeing his grandson's serious expression, he pursed his lips and coughed twice, as if he wanted to swallow his laughter.

"Brother Xingxing, with so many children, will aunt accept it?" Little Pickle was worried.

"Then what should we do?" Mi Rongxing was at a loss.

Little Pickled Cabbage came over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mi Rongxing's eyes widened, with a troubled expression on his face, he glanced at the silent grandpa, and he lowered his head helplessly, "I'll go and have a look."

He went upstairs, and the little sauerkraut followed.

A few minutes later, he came down, clenched his hands tightly, followed by Little Sauerkraut, holding a mahogany box in his hand, with a smile on his face.

Gu Jincheng stared at the two of them with interest, "What do you want to say to grandpa?"

"Grandpa, this is the pocket money I have saved up. I will give it to you. You can buy clothes and food for the children." Little Pickled Cabbage obediently stuffed the wooden box into Gu Jincheng's hand.

Chen Yilan came out of the restaurant. Seeing this scene, she went up and took the wooden box from her husband, opened it, and was surprised: "Baby, have you saved so much money? Also, you donated these jewelry to the children?"

"Well, I don't need so much money, and I don't wear jewelry. Besides, I still have some at my dad's house. If it's not enough, I'll bring Mommy's box to grandpa."

Chen Yilan quickly raised her hand, "No need, there are enough here."

Dafang's granddaughter, if I agree, don't you want to donate all the gold and silver treasures of the Gu family?

There was a smile in Gu Jincheng's eyes, and he gave his granddaughter an appreciative look, and then looked at his grandson, he frowned slightly, "Xing'er, what are you clenching your fists for?"

As he asked this question, Ming Rui's gaze caught a glimpse of the banknote with a corner exposed.

Needless to say, he had money in his hand.

Mi Rongxing looked nervous and a little embarrassed. He blushed and slowly put his hands behind his back, "Grandpa, I...I need to go upstairs again."

Gu Jincheng straightened his posture, "Okay, let's go."

Watching the chubby figure of his little grandson disappear on the stairs, Gu Jincheng couldn't help laughing: "Hehe... this kid."

Little Pickled Cabbage, who was good at observing words and expressions, turned his eyes nimbly a few times, and ran upstairs as well.

"Jincheng, what are you doing?" Chen Yilan glared at her husband resentfully while the child was away.

Gu Jincheng smiled and said seriously: "If you want children to be caring, kind, and grateful, not only must adults set an example, but more importantly, they must educate them well from an early age, and let them know how to behave with real examples. deal with it and deal with it.”

"Yes, you are the one with the best thinking in this family. How old are they? How do you know how to deal with it? You see, your granddaughter donated all her property and didn't know how to keep a spare for herself, and your grandson..."

By the way, what was Mi Rongxing's reaction?

"Brother Xing Xing, why do you only take so little money?" In the room, Ling Qiyue looked at the money Mi Rongxing threw on the table and was puzzled, "Aren't you usually good at saving money?"

Mi Rongxing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the little sauerkraut with some resentment, "What are you doing with so much?"

"Do I have much? I don't know how much money is in the box." Little Pickled Cabbage said while picking up a hundred yuan sheet on the table, "I just knew it was one hundred yuan."

"I think it's almost enough to take two hundred yuan, but you gave the whole box of money and jewelry to grandpa, what do you want me to do as a boy?"

Little Pickled Cabbage blinked, "Do you want to be more than me?"

"Well, if I'm less than you, grandpa doesn't like me even more." Mi Rongxing lowered his head sadly. wxya

"Then you give all the money to grandpa."

"But I want to help my father pay off the debt. My father said that if he still hasn't paid off his grandfather's debt when he gets old, he will have to pay his father's debt."

"What is the father's debt to the son?"

"He said, he said...his debt will be paid by me as my son."

Little Pickled Cabbage was stunned, and then she said angrily: "Mi Zhibo is good or bad!"

"You are not allowed to look down on my dad." Mi Rongxing fell to the ground suddenly, and pushed her unhappily, "I don't like you anymore!"

The unsuspecting little pickled cabbage sat down on the ground, pouted his mouth, and reddened his eyes with grievance, "Brother Xingxing, I was wrong."

Seeing her teary eyes, Mi Rongxing wanted to admit his mistake but felt that she had embarrassed him too much today, so he turned around angrily, ignoring Little Pickle.

Little Pickled Cabbage wiped away his tears, got up and pulled his hand, "My Guoguo also has a money box, how about I bring it for you, okay?"

Mi Rongxing's eyes lit up, "Can you?"

"Of course, my brother has a lot of money, and he won't object to using the money for good deeds."

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Ling Qiyang's money box was handed over to Gu Jincheng.

Gu Jincheng took a serious look at it, and handed it to his wife beside him without opening it. Chen Yilan curiously wanted to open the box, but found that it was locked.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her husband's hand was on her arm, and he said, "Xing'er, is this all your money?"

Mi Rongxing tightly grasped Little Pickled Cabbage's hand, his palms were sweating, he nodded guiltily, and said, "Yes... yes."

"How many?" Gu Jincheng's eyes became slightly severe.

Mi Rongxing didn't dare to look directly at him, so he turned his head to look at Little Pickled Cabbage. Seeing that Grandpa's complexion was not looking good, Little Pickled Cabbage couldn't help trembling, "As much as I do."

"Oh, the moon has counted?"

"I... I guessed."

"Okay, grandpa accepts it, you go and play." Gu Jincheng didn't want to expose the lies of the two of them face to face, so he waved his hands and asked them to go to the yard to play by themselves.

As soon as they left, Chen Yilan said: "Husband, this money box is obviously not Xing'er's."

"I know."

"Then why don't you criticize them? You have lied since you were a child and took other people's money. Is that okay?"

"Wife, you see, they will reflect on themselves and admit their mistakes to me."

"What if you don't admit it?"

"Then it's not too late to educate." Gu Jincheng got up and asked his wife to carry the money box to the study together.

Sitting at the desk, he asked his wife to put two identical boxes on the desk, then picked up the phone and unplugged Gu Mingxuan, "Where did the helicopter go?"

Gu Mingxuan replied: "Susu said that she received a call from her father, saying that there was an urgent matter at home, but a bridge leading to her home was destroyed by the flood, so I had to send a helicopter to take her away."

Gu Jincheng stared, and slowly put down the phone.

Looking up again, he looked at his wife, "Didn't your daughter say what to do?"

Chen Yilan shook her head, "Oh, I was in a hurry and didn't tell me. I was afraid of offending her, so I didn't ask."

Gu Jincheng lit a cigarette, and the smoke wrapped around his wise brows, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind...

She won't go back to Lanhaitang again, will she?

You know, that kid is still starving in Wild Antelope Mountain.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of a car came from the yard.