True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

No matter how waterproof the envelope and the letterhead inside are, they are also made of paper.

As soon as it floated into the furnace, it instantly turned into ashes, and there was no slag left.

But not a letter.

The letter that was thrown in at the end turned out to be in good condition.

The envelope was surrounded by flames, but it couldn't be rolled up to one side.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to realize something, and immediately took the tools and put out the fire.

Then put on gloves, and carefully took out the letter.

The housekeeper took a closer look and found that the envelope was not only intact, but not even stained with dust. It was confusing and frightening at the same time.

He manages the perimeter of Laurent Castle and receives dozens of traditional letters every day.

These letters were basically sent by those fanatical fans outside. After the members of the Laurent family read them a few times, they stopped reading them.

He also said that if such letters are sent in the future, they will all be burned.

The important thing is that such an ancient method of communication will not be used.

The housekeeper burns letters every day, which has long since become a habit.

And today, this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

He had never heard of it, no paper could burn even a fire.

What if it is a poisonous substance?

It would be bad if it harmed the young masters and ladies in the manor.

Just when the butler was hesitating whether to hand in the letter or not, footsteps came from the hall on the first floor of the castle.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him: "Give me the letter in your hand."

The housekeeper suddenly recovered from his thoughts, but when he turned his head, he didn't recognize the person coming.

But he noticed that the man's cuffs were embroidered with golden irises.

The golden iris is the emblem of Laurent Bank.

Only the core servants inside the castle will carry such a sign.

The butler hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.

"It's okay." The young servant took it and sighed softly, "I knew that you would still burn letters and use nanomaterials exclusively."

The housekeeper was dazed and frightened, and he tentatively said, "What do you mean..."

"It has nothing to do with you." The young servant waved his hand, "Go get busy."

After carefully stuffing the envelope into his pocket, he left the castle hall, walked around the garden next to him, and walked towards the innermost part of the manor.

The butler naturally dared not follow.

He is also an old servant of the Laurent family. He has worked for thirteen years, but until now he has not been allowed to enter the core area of ​​the castle.

It is said that the real ruler of the Laurent family lived there.

Not to mention him, even other members of the family are not allowed to step in without permission.

Then this letter must have been requested by the real authority.

Thinking of this, the butler broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the letter was all right, otherwise he would not have enough lives.

**

China.

Shanghai city.

Two in the afternoon.

Inside a top stylist.

This styling store only serves rich and famous ladies. Today is the first time that it has reserved a venue.

In the store, technicians such as makeup artists, beauticians, and hairdressers come and go with many tools in their hands.

Ying Zijin sat in front of the vanity mirror without any expression.

Behind her are the students of Class 19 and Mr. Zhong.

She didn't want to talk to any of them at all, or even remember how she got dragged here.

In the morning, she finished her biology class for Class 19, and she fell asleep on the table at noon. Before she woke up, she was dragged away by Xiu Yu and another girl in the class, saying that she would be invited to eat a new dessert.

Then Ying Zijin, the dessert shop, didn't see him, but saw Mr. Zhong who was smiling and waiting for her, and a group of stylists who were eager to try.

And then, she was pressed into this chair.

"Miss Zijin, your skin is really good." The makeup artist looked at the girl with amazement and envy, "I originally planned to do exfoliation and photon whitening for you, but it seems that I don't need it anymore."

She picked up the mask next to her and couldn't wait: "I'll give you a moisturizing treatment to put on makeup."

Ying Zijin yawned, remembering that she often stayed up late, so she nodded.

After the moisturizing process was completed, the makeup artist pushed the cosmetic cart over and asked, "Miss Zijin, what style of makeup do you want to do? Forest style? Or bohemian style?"

Ying Zijin: "Please draw me a kill Matt."

Makeup artist: "..."

He also listened carefully to Mr. Zhong: "..."

Ying Zijin saw in the mirror that Mr. Zhong was holding his chest, with a distressed expression on his face, he paused, and reluctantly changed his words: "Baroque."

The retro style of Baroque makeup is very strong, and it is only popular in O continent.

Because even if the facial features are a little flat and flawed, baroque makeup will be nondescript.

The makeup artist has been working here for several years, and she has met two people who asked for Baroque makeup, which caused her to forget about this style.

But there really is no makeup look more suitable for the girl in front of you than the baroque style.

Low-key, luxurious, noble, mysterious.

The makeup artist's eyes lit up, inspiration came, and he immediately started to act.

"The dress! The dress is here!" After half an hour, Xiu Yu moved in a large box from outside the door, "Dad Ying, look, I bought you several pieces, you choose one."

Saying that, she opened the box and took it out one by one for Ying Zijin to see.

There are navy blue princess dresses, retro little black dresses, and cheongsams with a pipa collar.

Each piece is specially customized and the price is more than one million.

Ying Zijin slowly exhaled: "Is there any way to protect your neck without showing your arms or legs?"

The younger brother scratched his head and looked blank: "Ah? That's only Arab robes."

Xiu Yu: "..."

She had to cover up her good figure, which made her heartache as a girl.

Although their father Ying wore an Arabian robe, his appearance and aura were directly crushed.

Xiu Yu had no choice but to put the dress back in the box.

Just then, a clerk ran in with a gift box in his hand: "Miss Zijin, someone brought it."

Ying Zijin was still putting on makeup, and Xiu Yu helped to take it apart.

Inside was a black dress, but not a dress.

Xiu Yu could see at a glance that this dress was just a top, and the price was over 10 million.

Including the diamonds and other materials on the dress, the total price is definitely more than 100 million.

Such a big deal, who gave it?

Although Xiu Yu was curious, he didn't ask: "Father Ying, it just so happens that this is a dress that matches your preference. When you're done putting on your makeup, I'll help you wear it."

**

Shanghai City Hall.

The concert started at 7:00, and there were many fans lining up at 4:00 in the afternoon.

Most of the fans came to listen to Ying Luwei's concert for the first time. When they could go in at 6 o'clock, they couldn't wait.

Backstage.

Ying Luwei was dressing in the mirror, but her face was not good-looking.

Originally, she had already made an appointment with a styling store, but just a few hours ago, the styling store went to inform her that they could not serve her.

She increased the price, and the styling store didn't change her mind.

When things were unexpected, she couldn't find another makeup artist, so she could only do it by herself.

Zhong Manhua was on the side, restless and anxious.

She has been deliberately avoiding everything about Ying Zijin.

Qingzhi didn't call her during this time, but she was relieved.

Unexpectedly, Ying Luwei directly dropped such a bomb on her.

It was only after Zhong Manhua came to the Great Hall that he found out what had happened, and he couldn't leave if he wanted to.

She thought again that there were still many famous artists coming, and there were live broadcasts online, which made her heart, liver and lungs hurt.

Zhong Manhua thought that it was Ying Luwei who kindly wanted to give Ying Zijin a chance to make friends with famous people, so she could directly refuse it now.

Unexpectedly, it was Ying Zijin himself who wanted to come.

"Sister-in-law, aren't you feeling well?" Ying Luwei has been watching Zhong Manhua from the corner of her eye, seemingly casual, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's a small problem with stomach pain." Zhong Manhua naturally wouldn't express the idea that she didn't want to watch Ying Zijin play, "It's not a big problem."

"Sister-in-law must pay more attention to her body." Ying Luwei finished putting on her makeup and stood up, "The concert is about to start, I'll take you to the seat to take a seat."

Hearing this sentence, Zhong Manhua subconsciously squeezed the strap.

The two walked out the door and bumped into a foreigner head-on.

"You are Mr. Bart, right?" Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment, then surprised, and said in English, "I am honored that you can condescend to attend my concert. When the performance is over, can you give me some pointers?"

"Am I familiar with you?" Being forcibly pulled by Berg, Bart was already depressed, and even more impatient and polite to Ying Luwei, he ignored her and looked back, "Where's the other performer? Not yet. come?"