The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

After coming out, Xing Jiu'an didn't go to Lin Ling first.

There are very few people nearby, it can be said that there are none, so she walks around.

The phone rang suddenly, she opened it, was silent for a moment, and then walked out.

He only sent a message to Lin Ling on the way, saying that he was going back first.

Lin Ling wanted to send her, but she didn't.

There were many people watching her on the road, her longing hair color and her face were all very attractive.

After leaving the school gate and walking not far, she saw a black car not far away.

Someone got out of the car, wearing a black suit, unsmiling, but his voice was respectful.

"Miss, please get in the car."

Xing Jiu'an got in the car.

I didn't know what was in the car, and I felt very relaxed as soon as I got in the car. It seemed that the exhaustion and crankiness of the past few days had disappeared.

She leaned back on the seat and slowly closed her eyes.

When I woke up, the car had not stopped.

Xing Jiu'an was a little uncomfortable and frowned slightly.

The person in front has been observing her, and seeing her like this, handed her water and some snacks.

The dim sum is placed in a thermal insulation box, delicate and small, and the amount is not much.

Xing Jiu'an had no appetite and only drank water.

"How long?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

"It will be there soon, ma'am," replied the man in front.

Xing Jiu'an didn't speak again, I don't know if he was in a daze or what, in short, he was emptying himself.

It didn't take long for them to get there.

This is a courtyard with a large area, and Xing Jiu'an was taken in.

"Miss, the master is waiting for you in the living room." Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, said with a smile, and walked in with Xing Jiu'an.

"Uncle Wang, why did you suddenly come to the capital?" Xing Jiu'an asked.

"Master has nothing to do recently, and I want to see Miss."

"How's your uncle doing?"

"Everything is fine, sir."

Bringing Xing Jiu'an in, Uncle Wang went to prepare lunch.

In the living room, a man in his fifties sat on the sofa, his hair was combed back, and he was leaning on a black cane in his white-gloved hand.

He sat on the sofa and smiled at Xing Jiu'an.

"Uncle." Xing Jiu'an called, walked over and sat down.

This uncle is of mixed blood, and his appearance is more inclined to Chinese people, but his eyebrows and eyes are more profound. Looking closely, his eyes are still green.

"Why don't you look happy?" The man pushed the fruit bowl over and let her eat it.

Xing Jiu'an didn't move or speak.

"Good, talk to uncle."

"Not unhappy."

"Little liar, can uncle still not know you?"

"Did someone offend you or was bullied?"

The two situations are completely different with men.

"All... have."

Xing Jiu'an didn't want to say anything at first, but she will take action later. If her uncle finds out, she will say she is a little liar.

The man's face suddenly turned cold, "What kind of senior brother of yours, didn't he protect you well?"

"I knew he couldn't do it. Let's go with uncle Xiao Jiu'an. Uncle can give you everything, and he won't let anyone bully you."

This is natural. If Xing Jiu'an really grew up with her uncle, she would definitely be spoiled and lawless. As for bullying, she is probably the only one who bullies others.

"I want to be here with my senior brother." Xing Jiu'an refused.

"Bad girl, isn't it bad for uncle?"

Xing Jiu'an didn't answer this sentence, "Is uncle just here to see me this time?"