True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 4 What to compare with Ying Luwei

  Hearing such an explanation, a few customers suddenly realized that they all understood and said busy: "Where and where, San Ye just go busy."

  If it weren’t for Jiang Moyuan, they wouldn’t even be able to book the location of the Han Pavilion.

After the secretary apologized again, he followed Jiang Moyuan and left.

  At this time, there are no other guests in the Han Pavilion, and the waiters are all waiting by the side.

  The manager naturally saw this scene. He frowned. When he wanted to stop him, he showed a bit of surprise, nodded silently, and backed away.

  Fu Yunshen withdrew his gaze, and asked, "Eat more?"

  The girl relentlessly refused: "Don't eat."

  "Being obedient, not eating is bad for your health."

   "Don't eat."

  Nie Chao: "..."

  Qi Shao is really sick today.

   Still intimidating and lure the little sister to eat pork liver?

  Seeing that the girl's eyebrows were full of resistance, Fu Yun raised her eyebrows slightly, and the tone was prolonged: "You really don't want to eat?"

  嬴子衿 pushed the plate far away: "I don't like the internal organs."

  These pig livers are indeed a bit special. After eating a plate of twelve slices, she clearly felt that the body's blood production speed was significantly faster, even better than her self-recovery effect.

  But she really accepts the incompetence of the internal organs, which is already her limit.

   "Then pack it." Fu Yun tapped on the table deeply, curled his lips, smiled evilly, "Put it in the refrigerator, and eat it tomorrow morning."

   "Puff——" Nie Chao sprayed, "Seventh youngest, are you not afraid that the boss will beat you?"

   "Huh?" Hearing this, Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, his voice was gentle, "Little friend, you think I'm so good to you, are you willing to beat me?"

  嬴子衿 glanced at him, there seemed to be a light rain of apricot blossoms in his eyes, slowly: "Yes, I can't bear it."

  Fu Yun's peachy eyes narrowed, and his breath moved slightly: "Huh?"

  Nie Chao was shocked.

  He was stunned. He thought that this little sister was reserved and introverted, but who knew that she could even counterattack the Seventh Master. It’s terrible.

  At this moment, the bamboo curtain was suddenly pulled open, and the hanging wind chimes were pulled down with excessive force, and it fell to the ground.

  "Who? Excuse me, Grandpa Nie..." Nie Chao turned his head, and when he saw the man in the black suit, his voice got stuck in the back and he coughed sharply.

  Fuck, Jiang Mo is far away?

  What kind of fate is this?

  He subconsciously looked at Ying Zijin, but saw that the girl had already picked up a bowl of longan and red jujube soup, as if he had not seen anyone.

  She is loose, her arms are placed on the table casually, her eyebrows are slightly raised, she does not look like a celebrity, but there is a noble beauty that people can't ignore, like a medieval princess of O Chau walking out of an oil painting.

  Jiang Moyuan looked down at the girl with a very high attitude, his tone sinking: "You ran from the hospital, and came out to come here to hang out with these people?"

Nie Chao was annoyed by a single sentence, but he endured it and didn't move.

  He doesn’t care, but he can’t make trouble for other little sisters.

"Yingzijin, I don't have time to discipline you." Jiang Moyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist, in a completely indifferent tone, "You are not worth my time, and I will not care if you are going to ruin yourself. I just want to tell you—"

  He paused, his eyes revealed the sharpness that can only be found in the mall: "Don't let Lu Wei worry about it, she is not in good health, you go home now and give Lu Wei an explanation."

  The secretary also added tactfully: “I hope that Miss Ying Er knows herself and don’t pester San Ye. San Ye is very busy and has no time to accompany Miss Ying.”

  Does this Miss Ying think that she is also surnamed Ying, so she can be compared with Miss Luwei?

  It's just an adopted daughter. What can you compare with the first lady in Shanghai?

  The girl suddenly raised her head.

  A beautiful and thrilling face.

  The hazy mist in those phoenix eyes suddenly disappeared. After the mist had passed, it was a cold and magnificent light.

   "It's very interesting. I have escaped here. Uncle Jiang is going to chase me and say to discipline me." Ying Ziying held his elbow, his brows were indifferent, "Who the **** is haunting whom?"

  This tone is different from the timid admiration of the past, and it is so cold that it makes people feel stab.

   Jiang Moyuan's expression changed.

  The secretary was also a little surprised, almost unbelievable.

  In the past, how could this Miss Ying Er talk to San Ye like this?

   Fu Yunshen suddenly laughed.

  He raised his eyelashes slightly, and glanced at the standing person, his peachy eyes were bent, deep and charming, in a cynical tone: "Not so good, kid, why don't you look at me?"

   Discrete tone, but it clearly protects shortcomings.

  Jiang Moyuan frowned.

  Fu Yunshen is a young elder brother, yes, but he is the most favored by Mr. Fu.

  The Jiang family is very strong, but even worse than the Fu family.

   "Jiang Moyuan, I don't care what you are crazy about today." Fu Yun tapped the table with his slender fingers, his lips curled, "I'm eating, don't disturb your appetite."

  The waiter immediately came forward: "Mr. Jiang, hello, the table you reserved is here, please don't disturb other customers, otherwise you will be blacklisted in Hange and you will never be able to enter."

  Silent ridicule, the most deadly.

  Jiang Moyuan tightened his lips, and his jaw tightened, his expression ugly.

  Han Pavilion does not even give the face of the imperial capital family, let alone the Jiang family.

  This is the first time that he has to go if he doesn't.

  The secretary hurriedly followed, dingy.

  The surroundings returned to tranquility, the sound of running water was gurgling, mixed with the melodious sound of the guqin, and it was like jade.

  Nie Chao only felt that he had watched a big show, writhing in excitement.

  Fu Yun glanced at him deeply: "Has the snake spirit possessed?"

   "Bah, baah." Nie Chao immediately corrected his posture, "Isn't it cool for me? Seventh, you and the boss cooperated so well."

  Fu Yunshen didn't care any more, he was lazy: "Pedestrian Street, Disneyland, Ocean Aquarium, they are all suitable children."

  嬴子衿 raises eyebrows.

   "Okay, Qi Shao, all the places you recommend are bad streets." Nie Chao was speechless, "Miss Ying, I'll tell you a place. I'm sure not many people have heard of it."

  He was mysterious: "Do you know the location of the TV tower?"

  Ying Ziyan nodded: "I know."

"There is an underground market there. It's so fun. There are gambling on stones, divination, and weird antiques." Nie Chao browsed, "Last time someone used dozens of yuan to buy a yuan blue and white flower. The double gourd pattern bottle has turned over."

  "Fortunetelling?" Ying Zijing listened, "How to fortune telling?"

   "Hey, it's just playing tarot cards. Anyway, I don't believe it." Nie Chao waved his hand, "Big brother, if you want to play, I can take you..."

  I was interrupted before the words were finished.

   "Nie Chao." Fu Yun smiled deeply, unable to hear any extra emotions, "What nonsense are you talking about."

   "Right, right, right, nonsense!" Nie Chao was agitated, "I'm all nonsense, you don't go, big brother."

  Yes, the underground market is very chaotic, and it only opens after midnight. It’s no problem for them to play, but the ladies can’t go.

  If this spreads out, the little sister’s reputation will be even worse, and he will become a sinner.

  Ying Ziying's eyelashes drooped, and did not ask again.

  Tarot, she has forgotten that she has played it.

  Is it just that there are real tarot cards on the earth today?

  Fu Yun tilted his head deeply, his peachy eyes suddenly bends: "My kid, why are you staring at me all the time?"

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