True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Zhong Manhua naturally knew the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association.

This is the General Association of Chinese Calligraphy, and other regional associations are just sub-associations.

The members of the sub-association, but not even the membership qualification of the general association.

The Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association also has a high status in the art world and often communicates with some foreign art masters.

But why did the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association call her?

She once wanted to invite members of the Huaguo Artists Calligraphy Association to be a teacher for Xiaoxuan, but no one was in such a leisurely mood.

After all, these calligraphy masters can sell for sky-high prices with just a single word, so naturally they will not come to teach.

Zhong Manhua was puzzled: "Excuse me, did you make a mistake?"

"Wrong?"

There was a staff member on the other end of the phone. Hearing this, he glanced at the phone number carefully: "That's right, aren't you the mother of Master Ying?"

Zhong Manhua was stunned again: "Master Ying?"

The Ying family has been in business for generations, when did a master emerge?

"Sorry, if you didn't make a mistake, then you're a liar." Zhong Manhua's expression became cold, "Our Ying family doesn't have any masters, and deceiving people requires a little bit of skill."

No longer waiting for the staff over there to say something, she just cut off the phone and blocked the number.

When Zhong Zhiwan heard about the Huaguo Artists Calligraphy Association, he realized something: "Aunt, what's the matter?"

"Scam call." Zhong Manhua smiled contemptuously, "He actually said that he was a staff member of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association, and asked Master Ying to come to them, and he didn't even make drafts if he lied."

Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed.

Zhong Manhua didn't watch the live broadcast on the day of the art festival, but she was there.

Sheng Qingtang was amazed by the words that Ying Zijin drew left and right.

Sheng Qingtang was also the former president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association. Zhong Zhiwan was certain that this call was specifically for Ying Zijin.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Manhua turned out to be a scam call.

However, it is true that the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association is much more famous in China than the Ying family.

Zhong Zhiwan couldn't tell whether she was happy or nervous. She lowered her head and pressed the smile on her lips hard: "Aunt, what if it's really from the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association?"

"Impossible." Zhong Manhua took a sip of his tea and didn't care, "Neither your uncle nor your cousin is qualified to do art. As for..."

No more words after that.

Zhong Manhua frowned.

Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association is not always for Ying Zijin, right?

She had hired a calligraphy and Chinese painting teacher for Ying Zijin, but in the end nothing came of it.

Zhong Manhua would rather believe that Ying Zijin could pass a class in the midterm exam.

She had never been to the parent-teacher meeting before the elite class, and she really couldn't afford that shame.

"Wan Wan, go and do your business." Zhong Manhua put down the cup, "I'll be here waiting for your grandfather to come back."

**

here.

The staff of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association were cut off from the phone and looked bewildered.

I had to reply to Sheng Qingtang that Master Ying's family regarded them as liars, not only that, but also blocked their mobile phone numbers.

Sheng Qingtang was very angry. After thinking about it, he was ready to go directly to the door to invite him.

At this time, Qingzhi's phone came in.

"President Sheng, it's wrong, it's wrong." The Dean of Academic Affairs was sweating profusely. "The contact numbers of Ying's parents have been changed. Blame me, blame me, and still have the old version of the file."

"Remember, this is the phone number of Ying's father, 177xxxxxxxx."

Sheng Qingtang wrote it down, confused: "What about the one just now?"

"It belongs to her adoptive parents' house." The Dean of Education didn't say much, just mentioned it a little, "It's not something."

He and the director of moral education are good brothers, and they are called Qingzhi Shuangsha by the students together, but the director of moral education has more than him the name of Mie Shigong.

The Dean of Academic Affairs listened to what the Dean of Moral Education said several times.

The lady Ying beat people up without asking the facts.

If this is the case in front of outsiders, what will happen in private?

Not long ago, didn't Weibo also exposed a mother slapped her son in public and strangled her neck?

I thought that this wealthy lady could have a little demeanor, but it didn't seem to be much better.

Sheng Qingtang has been living a secluded life, and he really doesn't know about such a thing, so he frowned: "Okay, I see, it's the Ying family of the four giants, right?"

He hung up the phone and sent the new number to the staff.

He got up, put on his reading glasses, sat in front of the computer, and typed slowly. It was for the current president of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association.

[Then what I will tell you, remember this Ying family, in the future, if anyone from them asked our association, they all refused, and then let them get away, as far as possible. 】

**

Central and outer ring.

in the community.

After Wen Fengmian finished taking the medicine, he received a call from the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association.

He was surprised, but not much shocked.

As if the resounding name of the Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association was not enough to impress him.

But proud, for sure.

After all, Ying Zijin was brought up by him. Even if it was not his own, he always hoped that she would have the best future.

Wen Fengmian smiled and asked softly, "Do you want Yaoyao to join the club?"

"No." The staff said, "Our chairman Sheng said that we asked Master Ying to be the director of our association. You don't have to do anything, just put your name on it."

This is a normal reaction.

He grunted.

The first call was made, and he thought he was going to some leader.

fraud?

Is it okay to deceive people into their association?

"Okay, I see." Wen Fengmian coughed a few times, "I can't decide this matter, I have to ask the child for his own opinion."

"It should be." The staff was a little flattered and said hurriedly, "You are too polite, I will reply to President Sheng."

Wen Fengmian's voice was very soft, but Wen Tinglan still heard it.

The door opened, and the teenager came out of the bedroom with a bear: "Dad?"

"Well, I'm looking for Yaoyao." Wen Fengmian got up, a little worried, "Yuyu, you've been sleepy lately, are you alright?"

"It's okay, Dad, don't worry." Wen Tinglan rubbed her eyes, "Sister said it, it's normal."

He has already had two hypnotherapy sessions.

Some things that have been suppressed in the subconscious for a long time are slowly being erased.

Yu Xuesheng is the No. 2 hypnotist on the NOK hypnotist list, and his hypnotic ability is naturally recognized as one of the top in the world.

Treating autism is a no-brainer.

"That's good." Wen Fengmian breathed a sigh of relief, then shook his head and smiled, "You, really just listen to your sister."

Wen Tinglan sat down beside him, but did not deny it: "Dad, who is looking for sister?"

"Huaguo Calligraphy Artists Association, let Yaoyao be the director."

Wen Tinglan nodded: "I know, but my sister doesn't seem to want to."

"It's better if you don't go." Wen Fengmian didn't say anything, "Yaoyao and Mr. Fu ate outside, and she left a medicinal meal for us to use."

**

the other side.

Ying Zijin didn't know that Sheng Qingtang also asked the staff of the association to call her home.

She didn't even bother to watch this kind of thing, and it wouldn't affect the future.

As soon as she finished eating, she was very sleepy.

Fortunately, Fu Yunshen came by car, so she didn't need to walk more.

After Ying Zijin fastened her seat belt, she leaned against the car window.

Before closing her eyes, she glanced at Weibo.

Um.

Her grandfather was so happy that he didn't even post on Weibo today, and she finally saved a job.

Ying Zijin yawned, wrapped the blanket around her, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

Fu Yunshen didn't drive fast. When he arrived at the community, it was 40 minutes later.

Ying Zijin was still sleeping and had no intention of getting up at all.

Fu Yunshen raised his hand and patted her: "Yaoyao."

The girl moved, but turned around and buried her head, obviously ignoring him.

Fu Yunshen pulled out the car key, got out of the car, walked to the co-pilot's side, and opened the door.

As if he knew what he was going to do, Ying Zijin turned around again.

"..."

Fu Yunshen patted her again: "Yaoyao, you're home, it's time to get off the bus."

This time I finally got a response.

Just one word.

"Do not."

"You can't sleep here."

"Sleep right here."

"..."

Sometimes it is really difficult to communicate with children.

Does he have to buy some books about it?

"kid."

Fu Yunshen put his hand on the top of the car door, leaned down, and approached slightly.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are deep and charming, and the shallow light is extinguished, as if reflecting the entire galaxy.

"You don't come down, do you want your brother to carry you away? Huh?"

Honorable Lord: Dare to molest my best friend, this man is finished :)

Nie Chao: I can't see