True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 63 is so arrogant [1 more]

  Is it hard to rely on Fu Yunshen's young boy brother?

How long can    last?

  Remembering Jiang Moyuan's attitude towards her in the past few days, Ying Luwei was even more distraught.

  Although she also knows that the stock turbulence has caused the Jiang Group to lose a lot, she is still a little scared.

  Because she had hemophilia, Mrs. Jiang was not particularly satisfied with her, but because she was the first lady in Shanghai, she agreed.

  So, she must not go wrong before she marries into Jiang's family.

   Although this Weibo incident will not affect her status and reputation in the elite circle, there will always be gossips.

The old lady   Ying Luwei has only gotten a daughter like Ying Luwei when she is old. The Ying family and the whole family put their love on the apex of their hearts, and they simply can’t bear to suffer the slightest grievance from Ying Luwei.

  "I haven't gotten through the phone yet?" The old lady Ying looked at Zhong Manhua on the side, sarcastically, "Look, what am I talking about? I'm not familiar with it!"

  Ying’s family doesn’t care about raising another person, but it’s really bad intentions to adopt an adopted daughter.

   asked her to say how much blood to donate and how much money to give.

  Two clears are the best.

  If it were not for Ying Luwei, Ying Luwei would not condescend to come to the street shop selling milk tea.

  Zhong Manhua is also very irritable.

  Her phone has been blacked out. Even if she changed her number, the first moment she heard her voice, Ying Zijin hung up the phone and went black.

  She bit her head and went to find Mr. Zhong. She wanted him to come forward, but she also hit a wall.

  Elder Zhong directly scolded her, saying that she didn’t know good or bad, and whether she was close to each other, where would she have the face to look for?

  "Mom, don't worry, don't worry." Ying Luwei comforted the old lady Ying, "Xiaoyu and Dasao are angry, don't blame Dasao."

   She glanced at the watch on her wrist and smiled: “It’s five to forty, and Qingzhi will be over in ten minutes. We’ll be waiting here and we will definitely see Xiao Yan.”

  The old lady Ying glanced at Zhong Manhua coldly, her face lightened slightly: "It's still Weier, you are sensible."

  Ying Luwei didn't speak any more, her eyes kept locked at the school gate.

  No matter what method is used, she must ask Ying Zijin to withdraw the lawsuit.

  **

  After sleeping for a self-study class, Ying Zijin was able to nourish her energy.

  Just when school was over, the students walked out in twos and threes.

   She yawned, stood up, did not pack her books, just hung her schoolbag on her shoulders, picked up the school uniform jacket, and walked out without hurries.

  Beside the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building, people from the student union are decorating the board.

  Zhong Zhiwan is the head of the organization department, holding the folder and directing.

  She pulled her hair behind her ears, and then turned around and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the girl turning out from the stairway in front of her.

  Long legs, slender waist, every arc is just right and perfect.

  One button of the shirt was unbuttoned, loose, revealing a clear collarbone, and the skin was soft.

   is amazing.

   provoked students in every grade to look back frequently, and all their attention was drawn away.

  Zhong Zhiwan lowered his head, his eyes condensed.

  The head of the Propaganda Department is a girl, and she is envious: "Ying Zijin has changed so much. She used to walk with her head down, and she never found her so good-looking."

   is so beautiful that people don’t even have the idea of ​​jealousy.

  Zhong Zhiwan's expression was faint: "Don't look, hurry up and finish home."

  The girl reluctantly retracted her gaze, and went gossiping again: "By the way, Ying Zijin has also signed up for this art festival."

  Zhong Zhiwan frowned: "She signed up for the festival?"

  "Not only did I sign up, but I also applied for several projects." The girl said, "In addition to calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, she even signed up for oil painting, which is too good."

   "You think too much." Zhong Zhiwan shook his head, "She probably is short of money."

  The girl was taken aback: "Lack of money?"

  "She quarreled with my aunt and ran away from home." Zhong Zhiwan absently drew something on the paper, "It may be that the art festival has a generous bonus, so I want to give it a try."

  She doesn’t think that Ying Zijin knows any art.

  Whether it is calligraphy or traditional Chinese painting, if you want to be accomplished, you need a good teacher besides being talented.

  The people in the small county, where can they have the financial resources to invite well-known masters.

   "That's it..." The girl felt it was a pity, "I thought she would just sign up."

  Zhong Zhiwan's eyelashes drooped, and for a while, he suddenly said: "Please give me the registration form for the festival."

  The girl was surprised: "Knowing night, do you want to sign up? Don't you look down on these?"

  Zhong Zhiwan is not short of money, nor does he need to use the art festival as a springboard to meet the masters of art.

  After all, she has been exposed to these since she was a child, and the Zhong family also hired the best teacher.

  Zhong Zhiwan faintly smiled: "It's nothing, just for fun."

  **

When   嬴子衿 walked to the school gate, the phone rang.

   is a message from an unfamiliar number.

   [Hello, Miss Ying, I am your psychologist, are you free on the 20th? Let's meet at a time]

  Very official tone.

   also has no signature.

  嬴子衿 was about to reply "No time, thank you", she squinted her eyes, and a white mist suddenly gathered in front of her eyes.

  The picture of the future passed by, and soon disappeared.

  She paused with her fingers, raised her eyebrows, and changed her attention.

  [Yes, five o’clock in the afternoon. 】

  Returned quickly over there.

   [Okay, I will be there on time, looking forward to meeting. 】

  Ying Zijin was waiting for the red light while holding her mobile phone. When she shifted her eyes slightly, she saw Ying Luwei rushing over from the road.

   "Xiao Ying!"

  The girl avoids directly sideways.

  Ying Luwei staggered, almost fell, her hands froze in the air.

  But she reacted quickly, with a smile on her lips, very worried: "Xiao Ying, where have you been these days? Why don't you say anything, we are all worried about you."

   "Well, I understand." Ying Ziyan nodded, "I'm worried that you will die if you don't have a living blood bank."

  Ying Luwei's smile can't be maintained now, and her usual soft expression is also a little broken.

  She never expected that Ying Zijin would say such a straightforward word.

  Especially there are a lot of students waiting for the red light now, and several of them have heard this sentence and are looking at her with strange eyes.

  The thorns on the back made her feel like sitting on pins and needles.

   Ying Luwei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Xiao Ying, I don't care if you complain about me, but Mom and Sister-in-law are waiting for you over there. Can you meet me?"

  She thought it over. If Ying Zijin refuses, and there are so many people around, she can completely kidnap her with family affection and morality.

  However, to Ying Luwei's surprise, Ying Zijin said "Okay" after looking at her for a second.

   Ying Luwei's thoughts were all blocked, she pinched her palms, and somewhat unwillingly took the girl to the milk tea shop.

  At this time, there are a lot of people in the milk tea shop, and most of them are young students.

  Because of things on Weibo, no one in Qingzhi doesn't know Ying Zizhen anymore. After all, the beauty is so amazing that it is impossible to be ignored.

  Zhong Manhua and Mrs. Ying sat at a table inside, a little tied.

  "It's finally here? It's a big shelf." The old lady Ying was impatient for a long time, and she took the table again, "Also let Wei Er go and invite you in person, forget her identity?"

  Zhong Manhua was embarrassed: "Mom, don't say here, what's the matter to go back..."

   "Just say it here." The old lady Ying was reluctant and sneered, "It's not us who are ashamed."

  This sound shocked many customers.

  They all looked over, surprised and shocked.

Qingzhi's student recognized Ying Luwei and whispered.

  "Isn't that Teacher Ying? What happened to her and Ying Zijin?"

  "Who knows, I just listened to the elite class saying that Ying Zijin had a quarrel with the Ying family and ran away from home, so they couldn’t invite them back."

   "Huh? No, isn't she an adopted daughter? Can she be so capricious?"

   Ying Luwei smiled **** her lips, but said on her face: "Mom, sister-in-law is right, we still go home..."

  Before the words were finished, a list was thrown in front of the three of them.

  It is marked how many milliliters of blood donated in a certain year and month, which is too clear.

   Ying Luwei was taken aback, panic suddenly surged in her heart.

   "Since I want to see me, I have solved this matter by the way." Ying Ziyan raised his eyes, "Rhnull gold blood is priceless and marketless. I count you 25,100ml."

  When she heard the golden blood, Ying Luwei's brain buzzed, and she didn't have time to stop Ying Zijin from continuing.

  "This year, you did not get my consent and forced me to draw blood 13 times, 200ml each time, for a total of 650,000."

  "……"

  The whole milk tea shop was silent for an instant.

  嬴子衿 single-handed in his pocket, his tone was indifferent as if it had nothing to do with him: "Give you three minutes, now, pay money."

  　 Regarding blood drawing, this is actually a bug in reality. It’s impossible to draw so many times. Blood donation is usually donated once every six months. Read it as a novel.

  (End of this chapter)