True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 122 Want to let your brother carry you away? 【4 more】

  Zhong Manhua naturally knows the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

  This is the Chinese Calligraphy General Association, and other regional associations are just sub-associations.

  Members of the association, but you can’t even get the qualifications for membership of the general association.

  The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association also has a high status in the art world, and it often communicates with some foreign masters.

  Why did the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association call her?

  She once wanted to invite members of the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association to be Xiaoxuan's teachers, but no one has such a leisurely mood.

  After all, these calligraphy masters can sell at a high price for a single handwriting, so naturally they will not come to teach.

  Zhong Manhua was puzzled: "Are you typing wrong?"

   "Wrong number?"

  On the other end of the phone is a staff member. Hearing this, he glanced at the phone number carefully: "That's right, aren't you the mother of Master Ying?"

  Zhong Manhua was taken aback again: "Master Ying?"

  The Ying family has been in business for generations, when did a master come out?

   "I'm sorry, if you didn't make a mistake, then you are a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression became cold, "We have no masters in the Ying family, and liars need to be a bit technical."

  No longer waiting for the staff over there to say anything, she directly disconnected the phone and blocked the number.

  Zhong Zhiwan realized something when he heard the Chinese Artists Calligraphy Association: "Aunt, what's wrong?"

   "Scam phone calls." Zhong Manhua smiled contemptuously, "I actually said that he was a staff member of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, so please ask Master Ying to come to them, and deceive people without writing drafts."

  Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.

  Zhong Manhua did not watch the live broadcast on the day of the art festival, but she was there.

Sheng Qingtang was full of admiration for the character written by Ying Ziying with a bow left and right.

  Sheng Qingtang is also the former president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan can be sure that this call is specifically for Ying Zijin.

  Unexpectedly, Zhong Manhua turned out to be a scam call directly.

  But it is true that the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is more well-known in China than the Yingjia.

  Zhong Zhiwan can’t tell if it’s fortunate or nervous. She lowered her head and smiled **** her lips: "Aunty, what if the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is really calling?"

   "Impossible." Zhong Manhua took a sip of tea and didn't care. "Your uncle and your cousin and cousin are not in the art industry. As for..."

  I didn’t say anything after that.

  Zhong Manhua frowned.

  Hua State Calligraphy Artists Association will always be for Yingzijin, right?

  She had hired calligraphy and Chinese painting teachers for Ying Zijin, but she had no results in the end.

  Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin can pass one class in the mid-term exam.

  The previous parent meeting of the elite class, she had never been to the previous parent conference, and she really couldn't afford to be ashamed of that face.

   "Late night, go and do your business." Zhong Manhua put down his cup, "I am here waiting for your grandpa to come back."

  **

  Here.

  The staff of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association was disconnected from the phone, looking confused.

   had to reply to Sheng Qingtang that Master Ying’s family regarded them as liars. Not only that, they also blocked their mobile phone numbers.

  Sheng Qingtang was very angry, he thought for a while, and he was going to go directly to invite him.

  At this time, Qingzhi's call came in.

   "Sheng President, I gave it wrong and gave it wrong." The dean of academic affairs was sweating profusely. "The contact number of Ying's parents has been changed. Blame me and blame me, and I still hold the old version of the file."

  "Please remember, this is the phone number of classmate Ying’s father, which is 177xxxxxxxx."

  Sheng Qingtang wrote down, confused: "What about the one just now?"

   "That belongs to her adoptive parents." The dean didn't say much, just mentioned it a little, "It's not a thing."

  He and the director of moral education are good brothers. Together, they are called Qingzhi Shuangsha by the students, but the director of moral education is also known as an exterminating teacher.

  The dean of academic affairs listened to the dean of moral education several times.

  The lady Ying didn't ask the facts, but came up and beat people.

  If this is the case in front of outsiders, what will happen in private?

  Just a while ago, didn’t it reveal that a mother slapped her son in public on Weibo?

  I thought this rich lady could be a little demeanor, but it seems not much better.

  Sheng Qingtang has been living a secluded life. He really doesn’t know about this kind of thing, frowning: “Okay, I know, it’s the Winner of the Big Four, right?”

  He hung up and sent the new number to the staff.

  I got up, put on reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and typed words very slowly. It was sent to the current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

  [Then what I will tell you, remember this Yingjia, in the future, if anyone from them asks our association, they all refused, and then let them go, how far they go. 】

  **

  Central and outer ring.

  In the community.

  After taking the medicine, Wen Fengmian received a call from the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

  He was surprised, but not much shocked.

  It seems that the resounding name of the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association is not enough to touch him.

  But proud, it’s for sure.

  After all, Ying Zijin was brought up by him, even if she was not born with him, he always hoped that she would have the best future.

  Wen Fengmian smiled, and asked softly: "Is you going to let Yaoyao join the party?"

  "No." The staff member said, "Our grand president said that it is to invite Master Ying to be the director of our association. You don't have to do anything, just put a name on it."

  This is a normal reaction.

  He murmured.

  The first call was made. He thought he had reached some leader.

con man?

  It’s okay to deceive people into their association?

   "Okay, I get it." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, "I can't do this. I want to ask the child his own opinion."

   "It should be." The staff was a little flattered and hurriedly said, "You are too polite, I will reply to the president of the event."

  Wen Fengmian's voice was very soft, but it was still heard by Wen Tinglan.

  The door opened, and the boy came out of the bedroom carrying a little bear: "Dad?"

   "Well, I'm looking for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian got up, worried, "Healing, you have been sleepy recently, are you okay?"

   "It's okay, Dad, don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed his eyes, "My sister said, it's normal."

  He has received two hypnotherapy.

  Some things that have been suppressed in the subconscious for a long time are slowly being erased.

  Yu Xuesheng is ranked second in NOK hypnotist, and her hypnotic ability is naturally recognized as the top in the world.

  Treatment of autism is not a problem.

   "That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and smiled, "You, really just listen to your sister."

  Wen Tinglan sat down beside him, but did not deny: "Dad, who is looking for sister?"

  "The Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association, let Yaoyao be a director."

  Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but Sister doesn't seem to be willing."

   "It's okay if you don't go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything, "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside, and she left medicated food for us to use."

  **

the other side.

  Liao Zijin did not know that Sheng Qingtang also asked the staff of the association to call her home.

  This kind of thing, she doesn't bother to look at it, and the left and right will not affect the future.

  As soon as she finished eating, she was very sleepy.

   Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car, so she didn't need to walk much.

After   Ying Zijin fastened his seat belt, he leaned against the car window.

Before closing her eyes, she glanced at Weibo.

Ok.

  Her grandfather was so happy today that she didn’t even post on Weibo, and she finally saved a job.

  嬴子衿 yawned, wrapped the blanket around her body, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

  Fu Yunshen did not drive fast. When he arrived at the community, it was 40 minutes later.

  嬴子衿 is still asleep, there is no point in getting up at all.

   Fu Yunshen raised his hand and patted her: "Yaoyao."

  The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head, obviously not wanting to care about him.

  Fu Yunshen pulled out the car key, got out of the car, then walked to the passenger side and opened the door.

  As if she knew what he was going to do, Ying Zijin turned her body back again.

  "……"

   Fu Yunshen shot her again: "Yaoyao, I'm home, it's time to get out of the car."

  I finally got a response this time.

   is just one word.

"Do not."

   "I can't sleep here."

   "Sleep here."

  "……"

  Sometimes, it is really difficult to communicate with children.

  Does he have to buy some related books to see?

   "Children."

  Fu Yunshen put one hand on the top of the car door, leaned down, and approached slightly.

  A pair of peach blossom eyes are deep and charming, and the light is extinguished, as if reflecting the entire galaxy.

   "If you don't come down, do you want your brother to hold you away? Huh?"

  　 Lord: Dare to molest my good girlfriend, this man is over:)

  　　 Nie Chao: I can’t see it

  (End of this chapter)