True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 194 Ying Zijin is the real daughter, heartbeat [3 more]

  The sound in the microphone is strange.

   is a man.

  The tone is very polite, and his voice is low.

  "Hello, sister Zijin, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time." He said, "I am Ying Tianlu."

  Ying Ziyan tilted her head, her voice was dull: "I am not your sister."

  In the words, there is endless indifference.

  No mood swings, no temperature.

  It is hard to imagine what kind of hardships it has gone through to become like this.

  I never knew what Lianxiangxiyu was, and my heart was cold.

  Although he only met Ying Zijin once, she still smiled at him at that time.

  Not a big smile, but very sincere.

  Ying Tianlu was silent for a moment: "Sorry, I didn't call you that way on purpose,"

   After a pause, he continued: "I already know all the things Mom did to you. I really didn't expect that she would do such a thing."

   "The harm has been done. I know it's useless to say anything. I don't ask you to forgive me. I just hope I can compensate you a little bit."

  At the dining table, Mr. Zhong glanced at Ying Tianlu.

   After confirming that he is not the same as Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua, he put on reading glasses and took out his ipad and started surfing the Internet.

  At the same time, Mr. Zhong hesitated as to whether he should tell the truth about Ying Tianlu.

  Ling Zijin told him that she left the Ying family and didn't want to get involved with anyone in the Ying family.

  He needs to respect her ideas.

  Ying Tianlu was about to speak when she heard the girl’s voice calmly: "No need to make up, I'm fine, as long as you don't bother me."

"The pink diamond thing is really that my mother was too impulsive." Ying Tianlu pressed her eyebrows and sighed, "I didn't intercede with her. She has done so many measures, so she should be detained for a few days sober. "

  As soon as this sentence was finished, the phone was hung up.

  Ying Tianlu looked at the call interface and smiled wryly.

  If he is not using Mr. Zhong’s cell phone, he might not even be qualified to talk to Ying Zijin.

  He really did not expect that Zhong Manhua forced Ying Zijin to donate blood to Ying Luwei thirteen times within a year, whether she wanted it or not.

  Ying Tianlu pressed his temple and returned the phone to Mr. Zhong: "Grandpa, thank you."

   "Okay." Master Zhong nodded, "Sit down and eat."

   Ying Tianlu sat down and saw that Ying Yuexuan seemed to be stunned, and called out, "Hunhui, what do you think?"

   "Huh? Oh." Ying Yuexuan returned to her senses in a daze, and sat down.

  The servant brought the dishes together, there were only three people, and there was not much appetite.

  Lai Yuexuan was a little absent-minded in eating, she kept eating rice without moving any dishes.

  It's not that she didn't feel that, Master Zhong is not as kind to her as he used to be.

  She could tell almost immediately that Mr. Zhong knew that she was not his granddaughter.

  If this were not the case, Mr. Zhong would not have this attitude towards her.

  It is clear that when the clock Manhua and Ying Zhenting have agreed, they will hide it from others.

  How did Mr. Zhong know?

   "What's wrong?" Master Zhong put down his chopsticks, "Doesn't agree with the taste?"

   Ying Yuexuan shook her head: "No."

  "Maybe I just came back from abroad, and I'm not used to it." Ying Tianlu didn't notice Ying Yuexuan's abnormality. He thought for a while, "Grandpa, is Zijin still Qingzhi?"

   "What do you want to do?" Master Zhong snorted coldly, "I can tell you that she doesn't want to see you, so don't bother her."

   "Grandpa, I didn't mean that." Ying Tianlu smiled helplessly, "Mom did too much. I have to make up for it."

   "No need." Master Zhong waved his hand, "Zijing told me that she will feel comfortable if she doesn't see you."

   Ying Yuexuan did not speak, she was still bowing her head and picking up rice, a little ashamed of her thoughts just now.

  Ying Zijin is the real daughter of the Ying family. She is a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

  How could she have such an idea, it shouldn’t be.

  Lao Yuexuan raised her head, hesitated for a moment, and called, "Brother."

  Ying Tianlu was thinking of a solution, and turned around when he heard the words: "What's the matter?"

   "I actually, actually..." Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, "It's nothing, but the stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I'll go to the bathroom."

  She still swallowed the sentence "I am not actually kissing your sister".

  She is very afraid that once Ying Tianlu knows, she won’t be so good to her.

  **

the other side.

  Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply, and extended his tone: "Your brother?"

  Ling Zijin also learned that he was leaning on the railing, looking at the sky, the whole person looked lazy.

  The sun fell on her almost transparent skin, and a faint golden layer was gathered.

   "Hmm." She put the card in front of him, "Then draw the card, brother."

   Fu Yunshen gave a pause.

  Her voice clearly has no ups and downs, but she is still accustomed to the cold, as if she was just talking casually.

   can seem to be like a feather, floating on the apex of the heart, plucking the heartstrings.

  There seemed to be a breeze blowing by the ears, with a slight air current surging, making it itchy.

  This is the first time she officially called him that way.

  The lethality is extremely huge.

   Fu Yun made a deep fist to his lips, and coughed slightly, "Yaoyao, it's too much."

  "Excessive?" Ying Zijin turned her head, meditated for two seconds, and then she understood, "You can't."

  "?"

   "Just scream, you won't do it, and it won't work anymore."

  Fu Yun's deep eyes gradually darkened, and his eyes were as deep as the sea: "From now on?"

   "Well, depending on your mood, you may call again in the future. Get used to it." Ying Zijin didn't say anything, but just two words, "Draw a card."

  "……"

  Fu Yun pressed his head deeply and found that the brain circuit between him and the child was no longer in line.

   is his beast.

  He raised his hand and chose three cards.

  Ying Zijin fell into silence for the first time after turning over the cards.

  Even when it was Norton's whereabouts, she didn't feel any resistance.

  This time it was just a trivial matter on Fu Yunshen, and the resistance was great.

  Fu Yunshen looked at the three blank cards in her hand and raised her eyebrows: "Yaoyao, where did you shop online? You were cheated. He didn't even draw a pattern for you."

  嬴子衿 put away the cards blankly: "Never forget it."

"Ok?"

   "Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk to you now."

  "……"

  **

  After the college entrance examination is completed, the first and second grades will have final exams respectively.

  After the exam, the summer vacation officially begins.

  But because it’s quasi-senior year, sophomore year needs to make up for another month.

  This time the final exam, because of the lack of Ying Zijin, the results of the elite class are then converted.

  Zhong Zhiwan also returned to the first place in the grade.

  However, she has received a lot less attention than usual. The campus forums basically discussed Ying Yuexuan, who has just returned, and Ying Zizhen, who has been sitting firmly in the position of God.

   "Father Ying, many people are guessing why you didn't take the exam." Xiu Yu looked at the post, "Hey, there are people who think you cheated. I think they are all memories of fish. I forgot that public Q&A."

  Jiang Ran took a sip of Coke and sneered: “Whoever doubts, then put it in a sack and have a fight.”

  Ying Ziying raised his eyes: "Foot."

  Jiang Ran shut up.

  He didn’t know what his mother had said to them Ben Dad, which caused him to be under control now.

   "Father Ying, what are you doing?" Xiu Yu leaned over, "Drawing?"

   "Hmm." Ying Ziyan nodded, "Design it."

  She had nothing to do, and by the way, she designed a few costumes for a clothing company under Chuguang Media and sent them to a design competition on O Zhou.

  Anyway, I can make money.

   "I didn't believe that anyone could do everything, until I met you, Daddy Ying." Xiu Yu sighed, "How can the gap between people be so big."

  嬴子衿 casually used the strokes, while casually replying: "Give you three hundred years of study time, and you will be able to do it too."

   "..." Xiu Yu was choked, "It can't be done, I still want to reincarnate sooner."

   Originally, she didn't like making up classes, but she was happy to come to school if she had a winner.

  As if thinking of something, Xiu Yu turned his head and looked at Jiang Ran: "Aren't you supposed to return to the capital?"

   "I don't want to." Jiang Ran lay on the table, very annoyed, "Let's talk about it next year."

  Emperor Capital is so messy, it's not as clean as here.

  He can't help much when he goes back.

  **

  After class, Ying Zijin went back to see Mr. Zhong.

  Elder Zhong also remembered the important thing: "Zijing, I think Tianlu is not that kind of person, do you want to tell him the matter?"

   "No need." Ying Zijin held the pen without raising her head, "No need."

  It's difficult to decisively, but it's easy to get involved.

  If she accepts Yingtian's compensation, she and Yingjia will have cause and effect again.

   "Also." Master Zhong sighed, "Don't worry about their family anymore, but Tianlu is a good boy."

  嬴子衿 stayed with Mr. Zhong for two hours, and finished a draft easily.

  She picked it up and looked at the lamp. She always found it ugly.

   Rubbed the paper and threw it in the trash can before leaving the study.

Zhong Zhiwan only dared to come in after Yingziyan left.

  During this period, she didn't dare to cause any more troubles, she was all about to please Mr. Zhong, and she also rushed to do things about the servants, which finally made Mr. Zhong's attitude towards her warm up.

   "Grandpa, your garbage is full, I will help you take out the garbage."

  Master Zhong responded indifferently.

  Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, walked to the trash can and squatted down. He was about to pick up the bag and noticed a wrinkled piece of paper.

  She glanced at it and saw a scrap manuscript.

  　 The author’s assistant suddenly reminded me that it was the third anniversary of entering the station, and it took three years to write a book in a blink of an eye.

  　　 6.72 million words in three years, enough to prove that I am a fried chicken, high-yield, author(!

  　　 Thank you all for your support all the way, especially the baby who has been following the first book, I love you so much~

  (End of this chapter)