True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

But when he took a second look, the figure was gone.

There is a constant flow of vehicles on the road.

As if it was just his hallucination.

Jiang Moyuan's eyes sank.

He didn't think he had read it wrong, but if it was really that person, what would he do in Shanghai?

Jiang Moyuan put out the cigarette, he was very worried, and the whole person was even more irritable.

There was a knock on the office door at this time.

Jiang Moyuan returned to his senses, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and sat back in his seat: Come in.

Third Master. The secretary came over cautiously, Miss Huaping is downstairs, please come down.

Jiang Huaping?

Hearing this name, Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised.

Although Jiang Huaping was his second sister, because Jiang Huaping went to the imperial capital very early, they were not familiar with each other, and there was no intersection.

What's more, the two are half-brothers.

Mr. Jiang had a total of three wives. The first wife died not long after he married into the Jiang family. Jiang Huaping was born to Mr. Jiang’s second wife.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Although he didn't know what Jiang Huaping's intention was, he still went down.

Next to the first floor of Jiang's Group Building, there is an open-air cafe where employees can drink coffee and refreshments for free during their breaks.

Jiang Huaping was sitting outside.

She is dressed in a celadon-colored cheongsam, with a light green bracelet on her white wrist, and her posture is elegant.

As if pouring down a curtain of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the rain is lingering.

Jiang Moyuan sat down opposite her, his long legs crossed, and his tone was distant: Is there something?

Jiang Huaping put down the teacup, didn't care about his attitude, and went straight to the point: I heard that you brought that little girl Ying Zijin from Qingshui County to Shanghai City?

Jiang Moyuan's expression changed, a little cold: What do you want to say?

It's nothing, I just let you know, this little girl, I like it very much. Jiang Huaping raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, I was planning to take her as a goddaughter, I don't want to see her being wronged, if you bully her again, Don't blame me for being rude.

The last Mrs. Jiang was from Jiangnan, so Jiang Huaping also spoke softly of Wu Nong, but she still had the murderous spirit of Mrs. Jiang when she was young.

Soft and ruthless.

Jiang Moyuan's eyes changed suddenly, after a while, he sneered: I bullied her?

He loosened his bow tie and looked indifferent: You have only returned to Shanghai for a few days, don't listen to it, I don't want to care about you too much. The person who is bullied and wronged has always been Lu Wei.

She was taken over to the Ying family as soon as she came, was she wronged?

Jiang Huaping smiled and said, Just be happy. After all, it's not your fault that you were born blind.

Jiang Moyuan's face was even colder, he didn't want to say a word at all, he turned around and left.

Jiang Huaping was not angry, thoughtfully, and said to himself: Fortunately, I am not a mother, otherwise I would doubt my IQ.

If it wasn't for the Internet violence in the past few days, she wouldn't have come to Jiang Moyuan in a hurry.

After all, she didn't like Jiang Moyuan's mother and son.

Mr. Jiang also went early, and she has no feelings for the Jiang family.

Jiang Huaping poured another cup of tea and then read a fashion magazine.

**

Qingzhi Middle School's work efficiency was fast, and Ying Feifei's dismissal was soon notified.

In order to let the students take warning, the principal posted it on the campus bulletin board and asked every class to watch it.

Xiu Yu walked into the class with a stack of registration forms, and threw it on the podium: The art festival is coming soon, let's see if you are interested in signing up, if not, sell it to the waste collectors, and then buy a bag of potato chips for our father Ying. .

As one of the top three schools in the country, Qingzhi Middle School attaches great importance to the all-round development of students' quality.

Even the art festival will be a big deal, and will invite famous artists in the industry, and give out large prizes to the winning students.

For students gifted in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music, dance and more, the festival is an impossible opportunity to miss.

However, most of the students in Class 19 had little interest in it, and would not participate in the chorus competition.

Because the situation of Class 19 is too special, the principal is not easy to say anything.

Ying Zijin was leaning on the chair and resting with his eyes closed.

Xiu Yu came over and said, Dad Ying, did you participate in those competitions at the Art Festival?

Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: No.

She went to Shaoren Hospital again yesterday and helped to see a few cases.

It wasn't difficult for her, but it was tiring.

Her body is still too weak at present, so many blood draws in a year cannot be made up overnight.

Therefore, during this period of time, she was very lethargic.

If you use the power of divine calculation too many times, your body will also be damaged.

Fortunately, it is the 21st century, and there are not as many disasters as the ancient O continent.

It's right not to go. Xiu Yu nodded and clicked his tongue, It's like this calligraphy competition, the first place is only 100,000, isn't this just a reward...

Before she could finish speaking, a copy of the registration form in her hand was taken away.

The girl opened her eyes, her eyelashes were still covered with water mist, and her voice was hoarse and hazy.

Well, I'll go.

Xiu Yu: ...

She was incredulous: No, Dad Ying, are you so short of money?

Very short. Ying Zijin picked up the pen and started filling out the registration form.

There are too many things she wants to buy. The price of a rare medicinal herb alone is more than 10 million yuan, and there is still no market for it.

Writing a word can have 100,000 yuan, which is easier than curing a disease.

Don't be in vain.

Xiu Yu scratched his head: Dad Ying, what do you want to report?

She came over curiously, and saw that all the competitions that needed to be shown, such as dancing and singing, were ticked on the registration form.

Xiu Yu: ...

Holy crap, is this still human?

She found that she might still underestimate the strength of their father-in-law.

Xiu Yu looked down: Dad Ying, are you good at oil painting?

Oil painting is a type of Western painting, which originated in O continent and was introduced to China later.

In order to cultivate their sentiments, most of the rich and famous ladies studied Chinese painting.

Can oil painting, very few.

Yeah. Ying Zijin said casually, I learned from Chino before.

Hearing this name, Xiu Yu was silent for a while, and after a while, she said sincerely, Dad, you are so humorous.

She doesn't like to study, but she is very interested in art and knows a lot of famous people in history.

Chino Feng was an artist in the ancient O continent period. He was very famous and left behind many paintings.

His style is so unique that no one can imitate it.

But it has also been dead for hundreds of years, and the bones are turned to ashes.

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows and shook her head regretfully.

These days, no one believes the truth.

Okay. Ying Zijin signed his name.

She calculated that she could have hundreds of thousands with her hands, so she had a high opinion of Qingzhi.

A very generous school.

very nice.

Xiu Yu sighed faintly: Father Ying, tell me honestly, is there anything in this world that you can't do?

Huh? Ying Zijin raised her head, lazily, That's quite a lot.

for example?

Ying Zijin nodded: For example, I can't make delicious biscuits.

...

Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran, who was sleeping with his head down, and suddenly sympathized with him.

If you have to compare with the pervert of Father Ying, it is no wonder that he is autistic.

People are more mad than people.

Xiu Yu collected the registration form and handed it over to the art group office.

**

Ying Luwei was sitting in a milk tea shop outside Qingzhi's school gate, restless.

Today is March 15, and the day after tomorrow is the court hearing.

Although she said that she washed herself perfectly, but Ying Zijin told her fans, didn't she just slap her in the face?

What does this make her friends think of her?

Moreover, the parents of several minor fans blamed her for maliciously instigating fans, saying they would sue her, and she was forcibly settled with money.

Ying Luwei frowned, feeling very unhappy.

She always felt that something had gone wrong since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time.

Is it because she pushed too hard, causing Ying Zijin, a silent and reserved person, to break out?

But she couldn't do it without force. She had a lot of dreams at night, and she was always afraid of something.

Mom, what should I do? Ying Luwei pursed her lips, Xiao Jin refuses to withdraw the lawsuit, and we can't get through. If this is really going to be a trial, the face of the Ying family will be in Shanghai in the future...

Like Zhong Manhua, Mrs. Ying pays the most attention to face.

For the sake of face, other unimportant things can be sacrificed.

Hearing this, Mrs. Ying's face sank: Weier, don't worry, this matter will never go to court.

But... Ying Luwei hesitated for a moment and was embarrassed, We can't even see Xiao Jin's people.

She really didn't expect that Ying Zijin would have the courage to move out of Ying's house without taking anything.

After leaving Ying's house, how can I live without money or power?

Half-hearted text, historical names are all made up