Chapter 302 She has something on her mind

This was the first time Xia Guyu saw Mo Daya speak so forcefully. She was tall, her face was cold, and when her voice got louder, she looked completely different. He felt an inexplicable sense of oppression that he had never felt before.

At this moment, Xia Guyu couldn't help but give Daya a thumbs up in his heart. Fortunately, she stood up, otherwise, as an outsider, he really had no legitimate reason to meddle in her family affairs.

"You...what did you say?" Mo Zhenzhen was shocked, and obviously didn't expect Mo Daya to dare to talk to him like this.

At this time, people around had already begun to gather around, wanting to hear clearly what the two were arguing about.

"It's so late, why are you two sisters not going home and arguing here?" A hoarse man's voice suddenly came from behind the two.

The person who spoke was their father, Mo Jianguo. He was a man who cared a lot about his reputation. How could he tolerate his two daughters quarreling in public? Wouldn't that be a joke?

"Go back." Mo Jianguo didn't blame anyone. He didn't want others to say that he favored someone and ruined his image. He just said coldly to the two sisters.

After living together for so many years, Mo Zhenzhen knew her father's temper. She didn't dare to deny his face or say anything else. She glared at Mo Daya fiercely and almost said "Just wait for me" and turned around and walked forward.

Mo Daya looked at Xia Guyu beside her and said apologetically:

"Guyu, I'm sorry for making you suffer with me today."

"It's okay." Xia Guyu didn't seem to care at all, and even comforted Mo Daya:

"Dayaya, if you have any trouble, tell me and Qingxi, we will work together to help you solve it."

Mo Daya looked at Xia Guyu gratefully, nodded, waved to her, turned around and walked into the family building.

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The next day, Xia Qingxi packed up, took a camera and some photos she had taken before, and went to the publicity department to apply for a job.

As soon as I walked to the new family building, I saw Mo Daya walking in front of me with a bag on her back. Thinking of telling her the news I learned from Lu Jingchen yesterday, I called her, jogged after her, and said to Mo Daya:

"I inquired for you last night. There are only three days for the recruitment of arts soldiers, today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I have to go to the Propaganda Department to apply for the job today, and I don't have enough time. Tomorrow you can take a leave from the hospital, and then come to my house. I will help you put on makeup, and then accompany you to the art troupe to apply."

"Do you want to accompany me?" Mo Daya asked hurriedly with bright eyes after hearing Xia Qingli's words.

When she went back home last night, Mo Zhenzhen pointed at her nose and scolded her. Because there were no outsiders around, Mo Zhenzhen had no scruples at all, and those words were as nasty as they could be.

Although her stepmother Zhu Wanru had always maintained an elegant "lady" persona, she was also helping her own daughter in her words, and her words were full of criticisms of Mo Daya.

And her father Mo Jianguo didn't say a word from beginning to end, allowing Mo Zhenzhen and her daughter to humiliate her. At that moment, Mo Daya completely understood that even if she worked hard in this family, they would not have the slightest gratitude or heartache.

Originally, she was very worried and afraid about signing up for the art soldier, and even wanted to back out, but now she has decided to run for the election, not only to sign up, but also to work hard to be accepted!

Xia Qingliu also considered that she might be nervous and afraid, so she decided to go with her. After she applied for the job at the Propaganda Department today, her work was not settled so quickly, so she had time to accompany Daya.

"I'll go and cheer you up!" Xia Qingliu said to Mo Daya with a smile.

"Qingliu, you're so nice!" Mo Daya was very moved, and then immediately expressed her attitude:

"Don't worry, I will work hard and not let you down!"

"Don't be nervous, just perform normally, your voice is so good, you will definitely be selected." Xia Qingliu continued to comfort her.

With her comfort, Mo Daya gradually gained confidence in her heart.

Watching the two people talking and laughing in front, Mo Zhenzhen, who was walking behind, was so angry that her teeth were clenched. She felt that Mo Daya was simply against her. Yesterday it was Xia Guyu, and today it was Xia Qingxi. The friends Mo Daya made were all people she hated!

But she never took Mo Daya seriously, let alone regarded her as her elder sister. She felt that people of her lowly status were only worthy of being a slave in her family forever!

The hospital that Mo Daya went to was not in the same direction as the Propaganda Department that Xia Qingxi was going to, so after chatting for a while, the two separated.

The Propaganda Department and the school were in the same direction. Seeing that Xia Qingxi was always walking in front of her, Mo Zhenzhen thought she was going to school, and her heart suddenly became nervous.

Last time when Xia Qingxi came to the school to apply for a job, she deliberately switched the test papers in order to prevent her from being successful. She also told the principal that she answered the test questions very badly, her handwriting was ugly, and she stuttered when she spoke, and was not suitable to teach students and be a teacher.

But the real situation is: Xia Qingxi not only has good handwriting, but also answered all the questions correctly, and has strong expression ability.

If Xia Qingxi went to the principal now and confronted him, wouldn't all the tricks she had done before be exposed? At that time, not only would her colleagues feel disgusted with her behavior, but she would also be punished.

No, she couldn't let Xia Qingxi go to school. She had to find a way to stop her. But what should she say now to make her willingly not go? Mo Zhenzhen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. After thinking for a while, an idea suddenly occurred to her: strike her, strike her! Make her feel that going there would be a humiliation!

"Hey!" Mo Zhenzhen called Xia Qingxi from behind. After she turned around, she quickly walked up to her and said in a contemptuous tone:

"Didn't I say it last time? You have only a junior high school diploma, so you are not qualified to be a teacher! What are you doing in school now?"