True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 62 What else won't be the winner?

   But when he went to see the second glance, the figure was already gone.

  There is a constant flow of vehicles on the road.

  As if it was just an illusion just now.

   Jiang Mo's eyes sank.

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

  Jiang Moyuan pinched out the smoke, his mind was serious, and the whole person became more irritable.

  The door of the office was knocked at this moment.

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

   "San Ye." The secretary walked over cautiously, "Miss Huaping is downstairs, please go down."

  Jiang painting screen?

   Hearing this name, Jiang Moyuan was quite surprised.

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

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

  Elder Jiang had three wives in total. The first wife passed away not long after she married into Jiang’s family. Jiang Huaping was born to Elder Jiang’s second wife.

  Jiang Moyuan frowned.

  Even though he didn't know the intention of Jiang Huaping, he went down anyway.

  Beside the first floor of Jiangshi Group Building, there is an outdoor cafe where employees can drink coffee and refreshments for free during their breaks.

  Jiang Huaping is sitting on the outside.

  A celadon-colored cheongsam with a light green bracelet on his white wrists, with a quiet and elegant posture.

   As if pouring down a curtain of mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the sound of rain was lingering.

  Jiang Moyuan sat down opposite her, his long legs overlapped, and his tone of voice was alienated: "Something?"

  Jiang Huaping put down the tea cup and didn't care about his attitude, and straightforwardly said: "I heard that you brought the little girl Yingzijin from Qingshui County to Shanghai?"

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

"Nothing, just let you know, this little girl, I like it very much." Jiang Hua raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "I'm planning to accept her as a goddaughter. If you don't see her being wronged, if you bully her again, Don't blame me for being polite."

  The last Mrs. Jiang was from the south of the Yangtze River, so Jiang Huaping was also a soft talk of Wu Nong, but in her bones, she still had the same killing spirit that Old Man Jiang had when he was young.

   Soft and ruthless.

  Jiang Moyuan's eyes changed abruptly. After a long while, he sneered: "Am I bullying her?"

   He loosened his bow tie and looked indifferent: "You have only returned to Shanghai for a few days. Don't be honest. I don't want to worry about you too much. The bullied and wronged people have always been Lu Wei."

   "She was taken to Ying's family as soon as she came. Was she wronged?"

  Jiang’s painting screen smiled and said, “It’s good if you are happy, after all, it’s not your fault that you are born blind.”

  Jiang Moyuan looked colder, didn't want to say more, turned around and left.

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

  If it weren’t for the cyber riots in the past few days, she wouldn’t have been too busy to come to Jiang Moyuan.

  After all, she has no affection for Jiang Moyuan and her mother.

  Old man Jiang also went early, and she had no feelings for Jiang's family anymore.

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

  **

  Qingzhi Middle School's work efficiency was rapid, and Ying Feifei’s expulsion was soon notified.

  The principal specially posted it on the campus bulletin board in order to let the students take warning, 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 about to come. See if you are interested in signing up, sell it to the scrap collectors if you don’t, and then buy a bag of potato chips for our father Ying. ."

  As the top three schools in the country, Qingzhi Middle School attaches great importance to the overall development of student quality.

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

  For students who are gifted in painting, calligraphy, sculpture, music, dancing, etc., the art festival is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

  However, most of the students in Class 19 are not interested in it, and they will not participate in the chorus competition.

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

  嬴子衿 is leaning on the chair and closing his eyes to rest.

  Xiu Yu came over: "Father Ying, are you participating in those competitions at the Art Festival?"

  Ying Zijin yawned sleepily: "Don't go."

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

  It's not tricky for her, but it's quite tiring.

  Her body is still too weak at the moment, and the blood is drawn so many times in a year, and it cannot be made up overnight.

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

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

  Fortunately, now is the 21st century, not as many disasters as the ancient Ozhou period.

   "If you don't go, it's right." Xiu Yu nodded and shook his head, "It's like this calligraphy competition. The first place is only 100,000. Isn't this just passing..."

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

  The girl opened her eyes, with water mist on her eyelashes, and her voice was low and hazy.

   "Well, I will go."

  Xiu Yu: "..."

  She is incredible: "Isn't it, Daddy Ying, do you have such a shortage 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, just a rare medicinal material, the price is more than ten million, there is still a price but no market.

  One word can cost 100,000 yuan, which is easier than curing.

  Don’t do it for nothing.

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

  She leaned in curiously, and saw that, except for dancing and singing and other competitions that needed to be shown, all were ticked off on the registration form.

  Xiu Yu: "..."

  Fuck, is this still a human?

  She discovered that she might still underestimate the strength of their daddy.

  Xiu Yu's gaze shifted downward: "Father Ying, do you know how to paint?"

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

  In order to cultivate sentiment, most of the wealthy and celebrities learn Chinese painting.

  Can paint, very few.

   "Hmm." Ying Zijin casually said, "I learned from Chino before."

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

  She doesn't like learning, but she is very interested in art and knows many famous celebrities in history.

  Kino Feng was an artist in the ancient Ozhou period. He is extremely famous and has left many paintings.

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

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

  Ying Ziying raised her eyebrows and shook her head regretfully.

  In these years, no one believes the truth.

   "Okay." Ying Zijin signed his name.

  She calculates that she can have hundreds of thousands with her hands, so she has a very good impression of Qingzhi.

  A very generous school.

that's nice.

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

   "Huh?" Ying Ziyan looked up, lazily, "That's a lot."

   "For example?"

  Ying Ziyan nodded: "For example, I don't know how to make delicious biscuits."

  "……"

  Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran, who was asleep, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to him.

  I have to compare with the perverted father Ying, no wonder I am autistic.

  People are more angry than people.

  Xiu Yu collected the application form and handed it to the office of the art group.

  **

   Ying Luwei sat in a milk tea shop outside the gate of Qingzhi school, restless.

  Today is March 15th, and the day after tomorrow will be the trial.

  Although she said she had washed herself perfectly, Yingzi told her fans, didn’t she just slap her face?

  What do her friends think of her?

  Furthermore, several parents of underage fans blamed her for maliciously instigating fans, saying that they would sue her, but she was forced to settle it with money.

  Ying Luwei frowned and felt very unhappy.

  She always feels that since Ying Zijin woke up in the hospital last time, things have become a bit wrong.

   Is it because she pressed too tightly, causing a silent and introverted person like Ying Zijin to explode?

  But if you don't force it, you can't do it. There are many dreams in the night, and she is always afraid of something.

  "Mom, what should I do?" Ying Luwei pursed her lips, "Xiao Yan refuses to withdraw the lawsuit, and we can't get through the relationship. If this is really going to go to court, in Shanghai, the face of Ying family..."

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

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

  Hearing this, the old lady Ying's face sank: "Vil, don't worry, this matter will never go to court."

   "But..." Ying Luwei hesitated for a while, embarrassed, "We can't even see Xiaoyan's people."

  She really did not expect that Ying Zijin would have the courage to move out of Ying’s house without taking anything.

  Leaving the Ying family, how can you live without money and power?

  　Half overhead text, historical names are all fabricated

  (End of this chapter)